What Happens In Vegas - Sex Stories

What Happens In Vegas

... just doesn’t get hard enough to fuck my wife the way she needs it. We tried the little blue pill, the little pink pill, toys and fantasy. At the end of the day, I was reduced to pleasing her orally and masturbating my semi-hard cock. D has been wonderful. She has always been supportive, and has never complained that her needs weren’t being met. But I knew. Eventually, I proposed to her that she date other people who could give her what I no longer can. At first she was vehemently opposed to the notion. Eventually she acknowledged that our marriage is strong enough and that she does miss getting fucked properly. But she remained ambivalent about actually taking the final step. Then we went to Vegas We stayed at a spa resort. The sun was hot, the pool was cool, the food great and the alcohol free flowing. Our room was right next to the pool and entertainment area. Over the years, D has put on a few pounds, but she was still very fit and attractive. Her breasts are medium size, but very full, her butt is round and firm and her legs are shapely and muscular. The first day at the pool she looked amazing. Her high cut yellow bathing suit looked fantastic and accentuated beautiful legs, and the many lingering male eyes supported my theory. She enjoyed the lecherous looks that the men gave her, and then took it out on me in the confines of our bedroom. Afternoon sex was the order of the day – I licked her pussy and pleased her with toys, then drank ourselves stupid and fell asl**p. ...

... That was our vacation until Leo turned up on the scene a few days after our arrival. Leo was a senior member of the resort staff, and a major part of his job was to ensure paying guests were happy and stayed that way. He seemed to spend a lot of his time fraternizing with the ladies, his outgoing personality and sense of humor ensuring his popularity. Leo was well over six feet tall with dark hair and green eyes. He was wide shouldered and tapering down into a narrow waist; the uniformed white shirt did nothing to hide the deep chest and powerful arms. His thick thighs and toned calf muscles rippled with energy as he walked. His hair was cropped short in a buzz cut, below was a handsome face that seemed to smile forever. D whistled in my ear the first time she laid eyes on Leo, she grinned and licked her lips suggestively when I realized what had attracted her attention. Like many ladies, D had a thing for hunky good looking young men, and Leo certainly fitted the bill. Until now, they had only been a taboo fantasy for her. We had been married for twenty years, and she had never seriously thought of giving herself to another man. Fantasies about being seduced by a hung young man were harmless, though and, as she often told me, and there was no harm in looking. It wasn't long before Leo noticed D, and a friendly banter soon developed between the two. Leo was a natural comedian and had the ability to entertain people at whim; he was one of those people that made fun of himself ...