For my wife's (Sara) 40th birthday, I (Jeff) planned a surprise getaway to Las Vegas. I had her free her schedule, arranged childcare, and booked the entire thing. I sprung it on her the day before and had her pack her bags that night. Some friends of ours were also part of the surprise and were at our door at 3AM the next morning before leaving for the airport. We had a blast celebrating her birthday that weekend, we saw a show, enjoyed the weather and had a good time partying.
We stayed at the Mandalay Bay Hotel and visited their toptional Moorea Beach Club. It was a great experience, Sara enjoyed being topless and I enjoyed the views. We had a great time and we talked a few times about returning.
The pandemic happened and we, like many others, stopped doing a lot of travel. Dealing with airlines, restrictions and the general public hassle made travel unattractive. Since the world was slowly returning to normal, I suggested to Sara that we celebrate her 43rd birthday in Vegas this year, she gladly agreed.
Sara's birthday is in the middle of summer, so it's an extremely warm time to visit Vegas for those that have never been. It is certainly a dry heat, but it's still hot. We made plans to stay at Mandalay Bay again, and relaxing in the pool was on the top of the agenda. The friends that previously attended Vegas with us were automatically out as they recently had their first child.
We exhausted our other options and resolved to travel alone for this trip.
Our trip was planned for Thursday through Sunday, we had an evening flight and arrived at LAS around 9PM. Sara and I Ubered to the hotel, checked in, and headed down to the Casino floor. Sara enjoys gambling a lot more than I do, I get bored with it easily, so I typically cozy up to some cocktails while she's having fun. We have a pretty low key night, grab a snack and head to bed around 1 in the morning.
We are both tired, but we are both a bit buzzed from the cocktails. We have some quick "get it in" sex and drift off to sleep.
"Jeff.. it's time to get up." I hear Sara say.
I sleep like a rock in hotels because we have no pets, no kids, no distractions. So it's lights out.
Sara is standing at the edge of the bed sipping on a cup of coffee. She's wearing a robe and looks to have already showered.
"What time did you get up?" I ask.
"Oh, you know, the usual." She mutters. "I had room service bring a pot of coffee." she motions to the desk in the room.
"Sweet!" I sit up and rub my eyes. Sara brings me a cup of coffee.
"What do you want to do today, go poolside?" she asks
"Moorea?" I smile at her.
"Of course! I'm already ready!" She smiles back and opens her robe. She's wearing only her bikini bottoms. Damn she is sexy.
Sara has a classic womanly shape, I don't know how else to describe it. It really is like an hourglass. She's got a slender waist, and rounded, muscular hips, and ample breasts. She only wears a B cup and she thinks she has "no boobs", but they are proportionately perfect for her build. After child rearing her nipples changed, they are prominent and stand straight up. They're easy to spot in some clothing, and I think they are perfect.
Sara is about 5' 7" with long light brown hair that almost touches her ass. She's got slender, but muscularly toned legs, great hips as I mentioned, and perfect natural tits. She has greenish blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a beautiful smile. I would say she looks like a cross between non-anorexic Angelina Jolie and Olivia Wilde. She is gorgeous.
Sara's existing tan-lines draw attention to her breasts, I know they'll likely be gone after a day at the toptional pool.
"Damn." I say as I take in the sights. My cock starts to swell up under the sheets.
"I'm a tentmaker!" I smile dumbly as I push my cock upwards under the sheets to try to make her laugh. She does.
"We don't have time for that." she says. "Get cleaned up, I want to get out of this room."
I was a little disappointed, I really wanted some morning sex, but no big deal. I already know that the day is gonna be a great time.
I clean up quickly, we gather our things and pack a pool bag. We head downstairs to find some breakfast first. Sara and I reminisce about the last trip we took here. After breakfast we walked down to the Moorea Club. They have an entry fee, and a bunch of rules to try to keep the creeps and fairweathers out. We rented a cabana for the day, it's 350 minimum but it's free if you spend that much on drinks and food. We knew from experience that we would.
The hostess leads us to the cabana and we get set up. I'm in the mood for a bloody mary to kick the day off, and we order a few right away.
The day is kind of a blur, we have margaritas, each lunch and do a lot of chatting with other "toptional" pool patrons. There are a number of couples that are younger than we are and Sara is flirting with a number of the ladies present. When she gets a little tipsy, her inhibitions fall away, and she has a very forward demeanor in general, so it makes for a pretty fun combination.
Sara is in the corner of the pool chatting to a couple that recently came in, and I'm talking with a young couple we've been sharing our shade with. She calls "Honey, come over here, you should see the tits on this one!" That's Sara in a nutshell, blunt but not offensive, the couple I've been chatting with starts laughing. I excuse myself and head over to the corner of the pool.
Sara says to me "Look Jeff, aren't those perfect?"
I laugh embarrassedly "Yep, those are nice ones.. Um.. nice to meet you. I'm Jeff as you may know, pardon my wife."
The couple laughs. The husband says "No problem, Sara is an eyeful herself, I'm Cody and this is my wife Talia."
Cody and Talia are in their late 30s, from Shreveport, Louisiana, have 2 kids and were high-school sweethearts. They are celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary this weekend.
Cody is a carpenter, he has a small family owned custom stair business in his hometown. He's about 5' 9"', with sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and light reddish 5 o'clock shadow over a squared jawline and built like a brick shithouse. He looks like a stocky wrestler body type if that makes sense. He has a shoulder tattoo of a viking holding a hammer, and a tattoo of his wife and kids names on his upper right back. Cody kind of reminds me of Cole Hauser or Patrick Wilson, but with lighter features.
Talia is a part-time paralegal and yoga instructor. She's about 5' 2", with long dark hair to the middle of her back. Her complexion is darker than Cody's, like maybe she's Greek or a touch middleastern, or whatever Catherine Zeta Jones is. She's got large dark brown eyes, where her pupils almost melt into her iris. They just look deep when you peer into them. She's got raised cheekbones and a great smile. She has what I would call a "Yoga body", she's muscularly fit, but not manly. You can see her hip muscles, and her core is very strong. She's got a pretty prominent muscular ass as well.
