Jolene, clad only in black lace stockings, grabbed her phone and walked past their unexpected guest on her way to the hotel bathroom. Semen dripped down her inner thigh as she observed her reflection and texted her boyfriend.
Matt's cock jumped as he read the long-awaited message. It had been an hour since her last call.
"How was it?" he asked via text.
Jolene replied with a freshly fucked, mirror selfie. Her hair was messed, her makeup smeared, and the petite brunette's body still glistened with perspiration from the night's activities.
"Where did he cum?" her boyfriend inquired.
"Where you wanted," she texted back.
Matt's hand gripped his throbbing erection as his free hand fumbled with his phone.
"You're such a whore," he managed to type.
"His friend just got back to the room," she informed Matt. The image of Jolene with two men was too much for him, and streams of cum spurted from his tortured cock and across his belly.
"Should I get dressed and leave?" she asked teasingly. Matt's hands trembled as he typed.
"Does he want to fuck you too?"
Jolene knew the answer as she looked at her smiling reflection in the mirror. While she had just turned fifty, her gym-toned body belied her age. Her perky but fake 36D breasts were perfect for her 5'2" petite body, and her straight dark hair hung just past her silky white shoulders. Her flat tummy showed no indication of motherhood, and her neatly-trimmed pubic hair matched her sexy, black laced stockings.
"What do you think?" she asked rhetorically.
Matt cum-covered belly burned as he pondered the possibilities.
"You should stay," he managed to reply.
"If that's what you want," she texted, knowing full well that a threesome would be the perfect ending to this evening for her, and the opportunity was waiting just outside the bathroom door.
"I'll text you when I can."
With that, she exited the bathroom and was greeted by the two smiling men who were now chopping up lines of cocaine on the hotel dresser...
Sarah, Jolene's best friend, had planned a weeklong getaway to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. Jolene's divorce had only been finalized six months before this landmark. She had been exploring bars and dating sites and had found several men with whom to explore her new-found freedom. A week in Las Vegas with four girls was a perfect opportunity to enjoy some debauchery. Cindy and Jane were married but weren't shy about expressing their desire for a discrete encounter during the two-hour car ride. Sarah was the only single girl on the trip, but Jolene had complete and enthusiastic permission from Matt to engage in whatever activities she desired.
"You're gonna get fucked down there, aren't you?" Matt asked as she was waiting to be picked up. They had been casually dating for a few months after meeting at a local bar. A few drinks, some conversation, and an evening of dancing led to a trip back to his apartment. She loved how he aggressively took control of her delightful little body; pulling her hair, smacking her ass, and reminding her what a slut she was before ramming his big cock up her virgin ass. Twenty-five years of married sex hadn't prepared her for a lover like this, and she was enamored. Jolene was also pleased to discover that he had no expectation of faithfulness. Quite the contrary, Matt encouraged her to take other lovers. On a few occasions, she would leave a man's house and drive directly over to Matt's and allow him to add his load to the one already in her pussy.
"I'll see what I can do," she teased. Both knew the answer to that question. They had spent the previous day shopping for sexy outfits and undergarments for her trip to sin city. Some lucky man or men were sure to enjoy stripping them off her. There were only a couple of rules. She had to get fucked in her ass, and there were to be no condoms.
The first nights went quite well for Jolene's companions. Sarah and her date had monopolized the room the first night while Jolene, Cindy, and Jane occupied themselves at the casino. The next night, all three had found another room in which to stay, leaving Jolene alone and masturbating to ordered porn. It wasn't terrible though. She had Matt on speaker phone while she watched ten black men ram their gigantic cocks into a tiny, blond European girl who couldn't have been more than twenty years old. The camera zoomed in on the cocks driving into her pussy and ass before moving around to her face. The young starlet's expressions and moans looked more like agony than pleasure as the group relentlessly used her body. Matt listened to Jolene as she came several times while describing the action as if she was the girl.
On the third night, the girls were readying themselves to attend an event at the attached nightclub while recounting the previous night's activities.
"His friend was in the other bed pretending to be asleep, but I know he was watching us," remarked Cindy.
"You should've asked him to join," Jane laughed. "My guy told his friends to keep gambling until he was done. I wish they would've walked in."
"What would your husband say?" Cindy teased.
They all laughed and agreed on the cliché about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
"He wanted to fuck me without a condom!" Sarah revealed. "Can you believe that? Who would fuck a stranger in Vegas without protection?" Jolene nodded in agreement while knowing that as per her and Matt's agreement, any man she fucked would be required to unload in her.
Her heart fluttered at the thought as she slipped into her evening's attire. She had chosen a tight-fitting, one-piece black dress that ended well above her knees. The lace tops to her black stockings were visible whenever she bent over even slightly. Her four inch heals disregarded comfort in favor of looks, and a lucky man was going to be greeted with a sexy set of lacy black panties and bra once the dress was removed. Her friends teasingly commented on her ensemble.
