Entry 18

Dear Diary,

Vegas was….WILD…

First off, I hate flying and of course, he enjoyed making me suffer.

From his “I’m not sure we’re going fast enough to take off” joke, to him opening the window and pointing out that the wings flex. I was not having it. Luckily, they serve alcohol on the plane. 

By the time we landed, I was nicely buzzed. They both laughed as I “walked in cursive” to the cab. Won’t lie, “walking in cursive” might be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Once we were at the hotel, she and I went to the store in the lobby while he got our room situated. 

We bought a few sodas and chips and such, just enough sustenance to make it through the night. As we were walking back towards the desk, we met him half way and walked up to the elevator to head up to our suite.

“You know… weed is legal out here.” He said as we were going up in the elevator.

“Absolutely not.” She retorted IMMEDIATELY.

“Come on, I’m sure Lizzie would participate in a little of the green, right Liz?”

I shook my head. “No thanks. I plan on being a complete alcoholic the whole time I’m here, I don’t need to add smoke to the mix.”

He laughed again. “Drinks it is!”

Our elevator stopped and he walked us to our suite, an amazing room with 2 separate bedrooms on opposite sides of a big ass living room with big comfy looking couches. In front of the living room area was a compressed fully furnished kitchen.

“Hooooo-LY shit… we’re staying here?!” I gasped as we walked in.

“Yeah, it’s not often we all get to go out, plus you’re 21, so why not go all out. 2 bedrooms, so the wife in one room and you’re across the living room in the other.”

I IMMEDIATELY plopped on the couch… it was super plush and soft. This was amazing. While I lounged in my drunken state, she pushed my luggage to one of the rooms, took their stuff to their room. He sat in one of the recliners, looking out the window. “So… what’s the plan tomorrow?”

I looked around. “Day drinking at the pool, then maybe a show tomorrow?”

He smiled. “Uhh… yeah! I probably won’t day drink, but I do want to hit a couple tables tomorrow, then we’ll find a show to go to tomorrow night.”

“Ha! Shows… we’re in Vegas! You can find me at the slot machines!” She walked back in and tossed a bag of chips at me.

“Well, the wife will be bankrupting me tomorrow while we enjoy a show.” He laughed.

“Dinner. Tomorrow before the show, you two. We are gonna eat together at least.”

I nodded.

“One thing.” He looked at me. “Tomorrow for the show… we dress to the 9s. If I’m gonna be out with a girl half my age, I want everyone to see just how hot she is.”

She laughed and looked at me. I looked at him suspiciously. “He IS paying for the show…”

I nodded and enjoyed my chips, then got up and went to my room and slept the alcohol off.

The next morning, I woke up mildly hung over, nothing too serious and walked out of my room in a tank top and panties. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water out of the fridge, then walked to the window, taking in the sight that is Vegas in the sun when the door to the other room opened.

“Morning mija,” she said as she walked out of the room, also grabbing a water, then joining me at the window. “Jeez! Look at that!”

“I know right! Wish we had stuff like this back home.”

“Ha! We do!” She laughed and laid a spank on me.

I laughed and turned to her. “I meant the building, genius!”

She smiled. “I know what you meant, but it was hard to look at the building when your whole ass is just hanging out!”

We laughed and just looked out.

“So… pool?” I asked, waiting to hear if I was going to go solo or not.

“No shower? Brushing of teeth? Just pool?” She looked at me, mildly concerned.

“Of course I’m going to brush my teeth and wash my face, but full shower? I don’t stink and I am going to jump in a pool full of chlorine, meaning I’m going to have to shower after, so that defeats the purpose of showering before…”

She laughed. “Ok, fine. Shower after, but yes, pool.”

With that, I took a drink of my soda, then put the drink back in the fridge, went and brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got ready for the pool. She and I took the elevator down and it was nice and chilly, but the heated pool was AMAZING. We sat in the water and lounged, drinking Bellinis, the true breakfast of champions. After a few drinks, we were nice and loose.

“So… is this going to be one of those ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ trips?” She asked while holding on to the edge of the pool.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I’d feel about anything happening with you in such close proximity. Wait… did he ask you to ask?! Cuz that’s fucked up if he did!”

She smirked. “No, he didn’t ask… I’m asking because I was wondering.”

I looked at her confused. “Seriously? Why are you wondering?”

“Because he asked me for a blowjob last night and, as you know, I’m not the biggest fan of putting penis in my mouth.”

I laughed. “So you’re wanting me to take over blowjob duties while we are here?”

“Yes!” She said, emphatically. “Is that so much to ask?! I just want you to suck on my husband’s dick while we are here!”

We both laughed. “What if he wants more than just my mouth? You gonna be ok with that?”

She looked at me with suspicion. “Let’s say we cross that bridge when we get there… So… you good with blowjobs while we are here?”

I sighed. “I don’t know… we haven’t done anything in a while, maybe that bridge gets crossed when we get there.”

“That’s fair… just remember, only if you want to.”

We spent the rest of the pool time enjoying the warm water while still day drinking, then went back up to the room.

Once there, I showered, then relaxed on the sofa for a bit and took a nap to sleep off the alcohol. I don’t know how long I was out for, all I know is I heard “Hey! Wake up! Get ready for dinner!”

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. “Huh?”

“Get up and get ready for dinner, sleeping beauty!”

I got up, kinda grumpily then went and got dressed.

Dinner was uneventful, was just small talk about how much money he lost then won and lost and won at the black jack table before heading back to the room.

Once we walked in, we relaxed for a bit again.

“What show are you two going to go watch tonight?”

“I found this cool show with women doing all sorts of flippy shit topless, figured we’d go to that.” He answered, sitting in the living room.

“Topless flippy shit?” She asked, looking confused.

“Yeah, I figured we could bet on people falling while ogling the women.”

“And you think she’s gonna want to do that?”

“Im not gonna lie…” I chimed in. “That sounds awesome…” He laughed and she rolled her eyes while smiling.

“Whatever, you two go enjoy that, I am going to do what you’re SUPPOSED to do in Vegas…” she got up and started walking towards the room.

“And what’s that?” He asked looking at her.

“I’m going to go downstairs and lose my husband’s money!” He laughed at her answer. “Oh! And no BJs from me tonight!”

He scoffed. “No BJs?!”

I laughed at his annoyed voice. “You two solve that, I am going to go get ready.”

Once ready, I walked out of the room in a mini red dress, nice and low cut enough to have a decent amount of cleavage and plenty of leg, my butt complimented by a pair of black stockings and heels.

“Holy shit…” his shocked voice rang out from the chair, he was dressed in black slacks, black shirt, and a black tie… won’t lie… he looked HOT hot… “Well… I did say ‘dressed to the 9s’ and boy did you deliver, mija…”

“Well… you don’t look so bad yourself,” I replied, blushing a little.

“Yeah, no one is gonna look my way when all that sex appeal is standing next to me… I won’t lie, it’s gonna be hard keeping my hands to myself with you looking like that.”

I rolled my eyes smiling. “Shut up and let’s go.”

We took a cab to a different hotel and made our way to where the show was playing. We were a bit early and had to wait in what was SUPPOSED to be a line, but it was just a few couples standing around waiting for the doors to open so we could all go in. While standing there, he started making small talk with people… always the little social butterfly…

He struck up a conversation with this one cute younger couple, they were older than me but much younger than him. I wasn’t paying much attention to their talk, until I heard him say. “No yeah, all due respect, you seem to be doing great in life! A good job, a good head on your shoulders, and a gorgeous girl on your arm!”

I looked back over to them, and the young man replied. “Thank you, man, but you’re doing pretty damn good yourself! You got that hot little number on your arm.”

I looked over at my date for the night, who had a smirk on his face, then I felt him reach down and grab a whole handful of my ass. “Well, what can I say… she’s got what I want.”

My heart hit my stomach when suddenly it dawned on me… no one knows that he isn’t MY husband… all I could think was ‘you slick son of a bitch…’

The young couple laughed with him, and we continued to wait in “line.”

After a while, we were let in to the room and sat at a table.

“You looked real shocked when I grabbed your ass, hope you didn’t mind.” He whispered to me.

“I just wasn’t expecting it in public, but then I realized no one knows us out here.”

He winked at me and after a bit the show started.

Won’t lie… it was AMAZING. Those topless women were doing all kinds of acrobatics, or as he would say, “flippy shit.” The show was about an hour long, we drank plenty during the show which only compounded how AWESOME I found the show.

Once it was over, we walked back to the cab area discussing how great the show was.

“I won’t lie… not as many big boobed women as I would have liked.”

I looked at him, kind of confused. “Seriously? Those women are athletes, they work out constantly… boobs are fatty tissue, when you work out a lot, you burn fat.”

“Liz… I’m a doctor… I know that.” He replied, jokingly. “I’m JUST SAYING… when I was looking at your tits tonight, it made looking at theirs less interesting.”

We both laughed and a cab took us back to our hotel. When we walked in, she was laying on the sofa, watching TV.

“Heyyyyy” she said, her voice giving away her obvious inebriation. “Did you all enjoy the show?”

“Hello, drunky,” he replied. “We did, itty bitty titties as far as the eye could see.”

“They weren’t itty bitty! They were athletic!” I retorted.

“You say that, but I got your Cs and her Ds here” he said pointing to his wife on the sofa. “And when I’m looking at these 2 pairs of great tits, it’s hard to look at good tits and think they’re just as good.”

“Shut uuuuup!” She responded. “You’re a male, you’ll be happy regardless of the size! I would be!”

I laughed and sat in one of the recliners, he walked over and lifted his wife’s feet and sat down on the sofa, resting his feet on his lap.

“Did you get hard?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah!” He replied. “I had Lizzie’s fine ass sitting next to me dressed like a super model. How am I NOT supposed to get hard?!”

“Shut your mouth!” I chimed in. “We were LITERALLY looking at women shaped like super models doing crazy stunts, that’s why you were hard. Hell, if I had a dick, ID have been hard!”

We laughed for a bit, then he spoke up again. “So… about this no BJs thing…”

She shook her head. “I am drunk as a skunk, only thing going in my mouth will be either more alcohol or chips. No penises.”

“Well, that sucks…” he looked at her with sad puppy eyes.

“Why don’t you ask your date for tonight if she’ll put it in her mouth.” She pointed at me.

So… here’s the thing. I’d thought about it all day and I had decided I’d be ok with it. But… HIS WIFE just put me on the spot and it freaked me out.

“Uhh…” I stuttered.

“It’s not like you haven’t done it before, besides, you like to swallow, and he LOVES that.”

“Stop, she doesn’t have to.” He interjected.

“I’m not saying she HAS to, I’m just saying it would be crazy to watch her swallow your cum.”

He looked shocked. “What do you mean watch her?”

“You shhh!” She shushed him. “Lizzie!” She turned back to me. “Do you wanna do it? I want to watch.”

“Uhh… I don’t know…”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared.” She smirked at me.

“I’m not scared!” I retorted, the alcohol in me speaking up too. “Don’t test me,”

“Elizabeth, you don’t have to do anything, we know you’re not scared of anything.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m pretty sure she’s afraid to do it.”

“Get up!” I stood up and then looked from her to him. “And you, pull your dick out.”

She giggled and took her feet off him and sat up. “Holy shit! She’s gonna do it!”

He sat there like a deer caught in headlights. “Wait, what’s happening?!”

“You’re getting your dick sucked!” I walked over to him determined. “So pull your dick out.”

“Yeah, babe! Pull your dick out!” She reached over and started undoing his belt.

“STOP!” I said loudly pointing to her. “I told him to pull it out.”

“Ayyyy… Elizabeth!! So forceful!” She responded, smiling, but she let go of his belt and sat back on the armrest. “Where did that come from?”

I have NO IDEA where that came from!! But uh… I like it. He looked over at me and quickly undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled them open and quickly shimmied his pants down till they were around his ankles.

She laughed. “In a hurry babe?”

“Uhh, yeah! I want a blowjob, and she obviously wants to suck my dick and I want it out before she changes her mind.”

“Shhh stop talking!” I said as I stood in front of him, then kneeled down in front of him. His dick was already rock hard.

Elizabeth… what the hell is happening… I was kind of in shock, was I really going to suck his dick IN FRONT of her?! She noticed the slight hesitation in me as I was kneeling in front of his hard dick.

“Well?” She asked, egging me a bit on.

I turned to her, kind of annoyed. “Well what?” I immediately grabbed his dick. Opened my mouth and engulfed as much of his dick in my mouth as I could fit and locked my lips on it.

“Hoooo fuck!” He moaned as he felt the my mouth wrap around him. She gasped as half of his dick disappeared in my mouth.

“Oh shit… she did it.” My head started bobbing up and down his dick, my tongue massaging up and down his shaft. He put a hand on my head. I looked up, my eyes locking with hers.

Her mouth was open in shock as I sucked away at her husband’s cock. “This is so fucking hot…” she whispered. I stopped at the top of his dick and suckled on it, my tongue darting back and forth on the bottom of his head. His body was giving small little jerks.

“Oh shit… babe, come here…” she leaned forward and they started making out while I continued to suck. She reached her hand down his body, down his stomach, past his dick, and she grabbed his balls and massaged them, I leaned to the opposite side, giving her ample room to massage away while I went back to bobbing up and down his dick.

He threw his head back in euphoria. “Fuuuuck… life cannot get better…” he put his hand back on my head, guiding me on his dick.

She leaned back and put her hand down her pants. “Fuck baby… this is so fucking hot…”

I could not believe what was happening! She was obviously fingering herself while I gave him a blowjob. What the hell is life?!

After a bit, she pulled her hand out of her pants and put her fingers in his mouth, then told me to stop at the top of his dick. I listened and with her free hand, she grabbed his dick. And started stroking his dick. I took her lead and sucked up and down his dick in time with her hand.

He moaned loudly while licking her fingers clean, I looked up again and saw her intently staring at me, making sure we didn’t break rhythm.

“Mmmm, fuck! I can’t hold it!” He started to stiffen up, she gasped, but I didn’t stop sucking. Her mouth opened wide, her hand stopped, holding the base of his dick, holding it steady as my mouth and tongue caressed every inch of his dick I could reach.

He gave a deep grunt, and his dick erupted. Pop…pop…pop…pop… 4 full flexes from his dick, 4 full spurts of his cum exploded in to my mouth, coating my mouth. I clamped my mouth on his dick and slid up it, letting it slip out of my mouth, but not letting any of his cum fall out.

I looked at her and gave a big gulp.

“Oh wow… you swallowed it…”

“Yeah,” I replied and opened my mouth to show her and stood up. I looked at him and laughed. He looked like melted putty on the sofa. “Did you enjoy that?”

He was breathing heavy and just gave me a thumbs up.

I looked back at her. “Happy? Told you I’m not scared.” I looked back at him. “Come to me when you need head on this trip. Ok?”

He gave me another thumbs up, still trying to catch his breath.

I smiled, kind of proud of myself, “I’m going to bed…” with that, I walked to my room and grabbed my vibrator to give myself an orgasm.

I won’t lie… I found that whole encounter INCREDIBLY hot… this is gonna be a crazy week…