Roleplaying In Las Vegas

I gazed out upon the casino floor from my seat at the bar. My eyes were immediately drawn to the attractive and stylishly dressed Asian woman making her way through the crowd. She seemed to carry herself with a mature confidence that stood out from the stream of younger party goers.

I followed her with my eyes as she made her way toward the area where I was sitting. When she got closer, I noted how well her dress emphasized her older, more womanly curves. I tried not to stare as she took a seat at the table next to me. A few moments later, she turned to me and began speaking, "Hi. Are you here with anyone?"

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That Asian woman is actually Michelle, my wife of 15 years. We had been enjoying drinks at the bar together when she suggested we roleplay meeting each other. She had always enjoyed acting out various scenarios in bed together. And she was good at it. Unfortunately, I was terrible at it. Anything beyond the most basic improvising from me typically ended in awkward embarrassment. However, tonight felt different. Something about Vegas does that to people. Instead of fearing failure, I felt excited at the possibilities. If there was ever a perfect time, this was it. I collected my thoughts, took a deep breath, and agreed.

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Don't break character. Don't break character, I silently repeated to myself as I turned toward her. "No, I'm here alone. Work flew me out for the weekend to meet some clients here." I intentionally spoke slowly, hoping I'd have more time to think if I drew out my words.

"Do you have a southern accent!?" Michelle gasped. This wasn't off to a good start. The slowing down of my speech had made my words come out awkwardly and now Michelle was poking fun at me. Forcing myself to stay in character, I laughed and shook my head. "No, ma'am, that's just how I talk," I attempted to joke back using my best impersonation of a southern accent.

Despite having known this woman for so many years, my stomach felt full of butterflies. Sensing my nervousness, she gave my joke a courtesy laugh and then took control of the conversation. "Don't worry, I'm not hitting on you. I'm married," she said pointing to the ring on her finger.

"Good. Because I'm married too," I said, also pointing to my own wedding ring. "And judging by the size of your ring, your husband must love you very much."

"Oh, this thing?" She downplayed my compliment. "Thank you. Well, at least he did appreciate me when he got it for me."

"Ah, I see." I said, giving her an understanding look. "So, tell me, what brings you to Vegas?"

"I'm here for a healthcare conference. I work as a nurse recruiter and my hospital sent me out here to attend a recruiting event."

"And how was the event?" I thought I was doing a good job keeping the conversation flowing.

However, she offered me a look of boredom indicating she didn't want to talk about work. "It was... fine. I've been doing recruiting for so long now that once you've been to a few of these events they all end up the same. And what about you? What do you do for work?"

"Finance," I said, my turn now to improvise. "Corporate finance, mergers, and acquisitions. My firm sent me down here to meet with a client for a potential leveraged buyout. It might sound important but in the real world the work you do hiring nurses is much more important." I didn't believe that last part, of course, but I was looking for an excuse to give her a compliment.

She thanked me for showing appreciation for her line of work. The conversation again lagged as if we really were two strangers attempting to strike up a conversation. This time I took the opportunity to change the direction of the conversation. "Hey so, can I ask you an odd question?" When she agreed, I continued, "So, tell me, what's your ethnicity?"

"My ethnicity? I'm Filipino. Why?"

"I know this might sound odd, but whenever I see a really attractive woman, if I later happen to find out her ethnicity, she usually ends up being Filipino."

Despite being taken aback by my weird line of questioning, she smiled at the implication that I found her attractive. "So, your wife... is she Filipino then?"

I frowned. "No... she's not. Actually, she's white." As if to offer an explanation, I continued, "We met in high school. Things eventually got to the point that we'd been together for so long that we just figured it was time to get married. Things are fine, it's just, you know..." I trailed off.

"Bedroom gotten stale?"

I laughed at her forwardness. "No, it's not that... well sort of. Tell you what, I think we're going to need some drinks before we can continue this conversation. Why don't you come join me at my table and I'll get us a round."

When I returned with our drinks, I intentionally moved my seat closer to hers. She took the cue and nudged closer. Our legs touched. "So, as you were saying...?" She prodded, encouraging me to continue my story.

"As I was saying..." I continued. "It's not that our love life is bad. It's just that if I'm being fully honest here, I'm not attracted to her any more. Maybe I never was all that attracted to her. Don't get me wrong, she's good looking. Lots of guys would jump at the chance to sleep with her. It's just physically she isn't the type of girl I hoped I would end up with. She looks like your typical All-American girl: blonde hair, blue eyes, very thin, porcelain white skin, pink... never mind, sorry, I'm sharing too much."

"It's OK." Michelle reassured me. "It good to talk about these things and sometimes it's easier with a stranger. You know, someone who maybe after tonight you'll never see again..." she hinted, giving me a smile.

"So, what about you? What is your husband like?"

She sighed. "My husband? We both work a lot. Lately it feels like we hardly ever see each other. Since we're being honest with each other, I should say I kind of having a thing for white guys. And he was the first white guy to show interest in me. But in our bedroom now, let's just say he's a lot more interested in looking at girls on the internet than he is looking at me. And based upon his browser history, the type of girls he likes to look at, well, they don't look like me."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Personally, I think he's crazy if he doesn't appreciate having an Asian wife. Especially a Filipina."

Eager to move on from the subject of her husband, she asked, "So tell me, what is it that you like so much about Filipino women anyway?"

"What do I like about Filipino women?" I took a moment to think. "They're the most beautiful women in the world with their smooth brown skin, dark hair, big smiles, almond shaped eyes. Darker... other things..." I trailed off and blushed slightly.

Seated so closely to each other, she had been occasionally rubbing her leg against mine as we talked. Caught up in the roleplay, I imagined my fictitious wife's pale skinny leg, and how wonderful Michelle's darker, shapelier thigh felt compared to hers. Encouraging me to continue, she leaned into me and in a hushed voice asked, "Darker other things? Like what?"

Somewhat shyly I finished my thought. "Brown skin and even darker in other areas too. You know... breasts... nipples... and... down there." I said glancing down between her legs. As I spoke, I realized how tight my pants had become as my dick had hardened in the excitement of our conversation. I shifted my weight to adjust my pants.

Michelle smiled and asked suggestively, "So, have you ever been with a Filipina before?"

I shook my head in disappointment, "Never. Like I said, my wife and I met in high school and we've been together ever since."

She leaned in close to me and placed her hand on my thigh. The warmth of her touch and the smell of her perfume were intoxicating. She whispered into my ear, "You know how I said I have a thing for white men? It's more than just a thing." She looked at me lustily. "Why don't you come back to my room and find out what it's like to be with a Filipina?" Like a pair of young newlyweds, we quickly grabbed our things and headed back to our room.

Back in our room, Michelle walked over to the edge of the bed. With her back facing me, she reached up and removed the top of her dress from her shoulders. "You said you like dark nipples. Are these dark enough for you?" She turned to face me, revealing a pair of beautifully shaped breasts that seemed to defy her age. In the middle were two very dark, long and pointed nipples.

Unable to resist her any longer, I brought my mouth to her nipples and started licking them passionately. She let out a gasp and I could feel her breath quicken. Alternating between licking and sucking, I took turns wrapping my lips around each nipple. Softly at first, then harder. We broke into a passionate kiss as my hands reached under the back of her dress to feel for her ass. She took my hands and guided them between her ass to feel the tiny thong she was wearing.

I traced the thin strip of her thong with my finger until she broke away from our kiss and pushed me down onto the bed. Laying on my back, she reached for my pants. After they were removed, she brought her head to my waist and took me in her mouth. I laid back in ecstasy feeling the wet warmth of her mouth on me. I tried to sit up to touch her body but she shoved me back down again onto the bed. "I'm in control," she made clear as she went down on me again. I moaned and submitted to the pleasure.

After several minutes of pleasing me, she pulled away and peeled off her remaining clothes. "Ready for a taste of brown pussy?" She spun around to straddle my head with her legs. I looked up to see her smoothly shaved pussy just inches from my face. While her overall skin tone was a lovely tanned brown, the skin surrounding her pussy was several shades darker. The contrast between her most intimate area and the rest of her complexion drove me wild with lust. "Lick it and tell me you like it better than your wife's pink pussy."

I lifted my head and brought my hungry mouth to her waiting pussy. I devoured her, rubbing my tongue and nose up and down her slit, smearing my face with her juices. We both moaned at how amazing it felt--her for having her most sensitive parts licked; me for finally getting to taste her beautiful dark pussy.

I reached up to hold onto her ass, and she brought her mouth down upon me in a 69 position. I could feel the tip of my dick pressing against the back of her throat as Michelle took my entire length in her mouth. Moans escaped from our full mouths as we enjoyed both pleasuring and being pleasured by each other.

Looking upward, I felt the need to taste all of her rich darkness. I pulled her hips downward and lengthened my tongue strokes to include her asshole in my licking motions, moaning instinctively each time my tongue made its journey from the tip of her clit till I buried it in her asshole. Lost in the moment I said out loud exactly what I was thinking, "Oh my god, I love your dark holes so much." Fortunately, the drinks from the bar had dulled my senses otherwise I would have certainly climaxed at that very moment.

"Time for you to fuck your first Filipina," Michelle said as she sat up and turned to face me. "I need that white dick." She straddled my hips and leaned forward, guiding my dick inside her pussy. Her warm juices covered my dick as she began her skillful back and forth riding movements.

I reached behind and gave her hip a stroke of my hand. "That's what you get for cheating on your husband."

"Then slap me harder," she demanded. I slapped her ass again, this time with more force behind it. "Uhh, white dick turns me into such a slut," she confessed between moans. "I want you to fuck me good since my husband won't."

I could sense that she was getting close to climaxing. She reached for my hands that were on her breasts and placed them behind her to grab her ass. I used my hands to help drive her hips, grinding them back and forth. Her breathing intensified as I felt her clitoris rubbing against the base of my cock. "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum," she moaned. "Stick your finger up my ass."

"Oh, you're a nasty fucking brown girl," I scolded her. She moaned louder in approval. A few quick thrusts were all I needed to send me over the edge into my own orgasm. Climaxing together, we gripped each other's bodies until we both collapsed in exhaustion onto the bed.

It took several moments for me to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. When I did, I looked at Michelle with a newfound sense of appreciation. Breaking character for the first time, I said, "Baby, you're amazing. Not just in bed, but at roleplaying too. There were times when it felt like we really were meeting for the first time!"

"Thanks," she said. "You were good... enough." We both laughed and she snuggled up next to me. "Mmm, I love my white man," she purred. "And how was it being with your first Filipina?" she asked.

I looked at her and smiled. "You're my first, my only, and also the best," I said, giving her a kiss on the lips. "Happy wedding anniversary, my love."