The ad read: "Las Vegas. May 12. 6pm -midnight. 35-year old MILF will be waiting for her first gang-bang in a hotel on the strip. $100 per person, no limits. Call 1-800-555-BANG to leave your credit card number. Upon confirmation, you will receive the name of the motel and room number. This is one risk worth taking--you won't be disappointed. A few rules apply: 1) no BDSM, 2) condoms required (except for oral), bring your own, and 3) be very clean or prepared to take a shower before joining the fun.
Six men between the ages of 25 and 55 answered the ad. It was a multi-cultural crew: several races were represented: Black, Caucasian, Latino and Indian. After phoning in and confirming the credit card numbers, Jules e-mailed every candidate the address of the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino, and gave them the suite number for her event. She was very excited to think that her wildest fantasy would really become a reality.
The morning of the 12th dawned clear and sunny. Jules had very special preparations to make. She'd already paid a visit to her beauty salon and had her legs, armpits and bikini area waxed. She left a small, thin strip of closely cropped hair on her pubic mound, because to go totally bare made her feel like a child, and she wanted to know she was a full-grown, sexually mature woman. Right after the major traffic hour of Los Angeles was past, she climbed into her Toyota Camry and started her freeway journey toward Las Vegas.
Jules arrived on the strip around 11 am and stopped for a fresh chicken and spinach salad at a clean-looking diner. Afterwards she found a distant parking place at the hotel she had chosen so carefully. The mid-week special was impossible to resist: a Jacuzzi suite with Satellite TV, DVD and DSL Internet connections, two bathrooms and a kitchenette/bar for only $189.
She had packed her web cam so she could broadcast the events of the evening and further cushion her retirement account. Lucky she was well versed in computers and Internet media. Once she had checked in and brought her two small valises up to the tenth floor, she sat on the comfortable bed and looked around. One entire wall was a mirror--that was a big bonus. The suite opened onto a large private balcony with a view of the strip. The two bathrooms were beautiful, and in the middle of one was a large Jacuzzi tub, empty and sparkling clean.
The first thing she did was run a very hot tub full of soapy water, and figure out where the jets were and how they worked. Then she made a few adjustments to the room: loaded the DVD player with a good group-sex porno with the volume turned all the way down, switched out two bulbs for black lights, and taped over the switches that were still regular bulbs, and laid a stack of towels on the floor near the extra large king sized bed in the middle of the room, along with a big tube of K-Y.
She found a few props and toys that she had brought and she plugged in the electric ones and laid them within easy reach of the bed. Then she turned on the stereo system and found the instrumental CD with the hard-driving beat that she enjoyed so much during her cycling sessions. This she turned on low, but not too low to be audible to her in one of the bathrooms.
Finally she dipped a toe into her hot Jacuzzi bubble bath. Ahhh... it was still very hot, almost too hot to get in. She unscrewed the top of a lavender-and-vanilla scented body-sugar-scrub and scooped a handful out. This she distributed between her two hands and with it, rubbed her body all over. Then she eased herself into the tub, inch by inch, enjoying the heat and the fragrance.
After she had adapted to the heat, she found the switch that turned on the jets. She let herself be massaged in every major muscle group, relaxing completely, before she found a jet at just the right position so that she could sit comfortably, but still press her vagina against the jet, and feel the strong stream of water play over her lips and clitoris until finally with a gasp and a shudder, she released herself to a magnificent orgasm.
This was just a tiny preview of what was to come that night, but she needed to release some tension, since the adrenaline and excitement had her completely in a frenzy, internally at least. Now, in the aftermath of masturbation, she felt more relaxed and knew that she could face this evening's adventures with calm and dignity. It would go exactly as she planned.
After soaking for a few long luxurious minutes more, she stood up in the tub and looked at herself in the reflection of the mirror. Slim, but not model thin, she didn't look twenty anymore. Still, the fuller hips and breasts had an appeal of their own. She felt very womanly, and in the fading afternoon light her silky wet skin had a luminescence that was very sexy, and she felt sure no one else would be disappointed this night, either.
Jules applied her makeup conservatively, tastefully, and painstakingly. She wanted her eyes defined, large and beautiful rimmed with thick dark lashes, and she wanted to accentuate and emphasize her luscious lips and inspire the imagination to what she could do with them, but everything else she played down.
She brushed out her shoulder length brown hair and then pulled it back into a ponytail, looking more and more like a nice suburban soccer mom. Good. She wanted to look innocent in some ways, comfortable in other ways; and then shock these men with what she could offer them and with the requests she would make of them.
Next, her clothing was carefully chosen. She had a very simple, tight-fitting blue jean mini skirt. It was actually just one rectangle of fabric, hemmed and with a zipper to connect the two short ends of the wrap. This she planned to wear over a short-sleeved, nearly sheer, scoop necked leotard with snap buttons at the crotch, no underwear and no bra.
First she smoothed slightly scented lotion over her entire body, every inch, so as to feel silky soft and ultra feminine. Jules put on one article of clothing at a time, slowly, sensuously, imagining for the umpteenth time how her many lovers this evening would relish removing the same articles, one by one.
Over the leotard she donned a button-down white dress shirt, unbuttoned, tied around her waist. She left her feet bare, checked all her props for the last time, and then ordered herself a large Long Island Iced Tea from room service, along with some finger foods, sandwiches and fruit. Part of the hotel package was wine, cheese and crackers, found in the kitchenette. As the final hour approached, she realized there was little left to do but wait.
At promptly six o'clock, there was a knock at her door, and she opened it to find two gentlemen in their late forties or early fifties, friends, it seemed. She welcomed them, and offered them each a drink. "I was thinking," she said, "it might be a good idea to get the condoms out and unwrapped now, leave them conveniently here on the dresser, and grab them as we need them? Okay?"
They thought it was a great suggestion, so they each unwrapped a couple of Trojans. They watched as she bent low to peer into the fridge, affording them a view of her white leotard underneath her miniskirt. She returned with two glasses of wine. As they drank, she dropped to her knees in front of them, her hand on one man's zippered crotch. The other man wore sweats. She placed her mouth over his bulge and breathed slowly and hotly onto his clothed prick. It took a few minutes for the sensation to hit him, but his reaction once it did was obvious. The bulge in front swelled and lengthened, and she looked up smiling.
