TITLE    : The Vegas Adventure
STORYID  : the-vegas-adventure_2010
SUMMARY  : Wife lets her hair down in Vegas, blindfolded and bound.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2010-02-03
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |handcuffs|leg shackles|bound|tied|toys|


My lover and I had never been to Las Vegas together before. She'd never really been shy but for some reason she always viewed Vegas as somewhere she could really "let her hair down". It was someplace where it was okay for her to be wild when no place else was. I never questioned it; I just accepted it. As a result of her outlook there were always limits on what we could do at home or on other vacations. There were certainly things I wanted to try that I was sure she'd enjoy but she wouldn't even talk about them... except in Vegas.



I guess I should tell you about us. We're a white couple in our mid-40s. My lover is the mother of two, five feet three inches tall and properly curved. She's not fat but she's not skinny either. She's got curves where a woman should and her D-cup chest is always fun to play with. I'm five feet ten inches and built decently. I'm no muscle-rock but I'm not soft, fat or sloppy either. I've got some body hair but nothing overwhelming. In the "manhood" department I've got about 6.5" of circumcised cock. My lover and I both keep our private areas either shaved or well trimmed. Neither of us likes to hunt through a jungle for what we want.



So, we found ourselves planning a trip to Las Vegas for a long weekend. She had told me a couple times that she was looking forward to the trip so she could let her hair down and I knew what she meant. She was looking forward to doing a few things she normally wouldn't -- or for whatever reason felt that she couldn't. I planned to take full advantage of that and began my own scheming without telling her what I was planning.



As a matter of preparation I purchased her two outfits from an online lingerie dealer along with two sets of shoes that had modest heels -- one was 3" and the other a little bit higher. I also purchased a few other items that I kept secret from her until the Friday night we were there and ready to play.



The evening had started out just perfectly. We'd spent the day walking shops and looking at the casinos on the strip. We'd had lunch at Margaritaville and random drinks in the various casinos. We'd gambled here and there eventually walking away a couple hundred dollars up -- which more than covered the items I'd purchased to bring with us. Back in our room we relaxed some and showered to freshen up for dinner. We ate at the Brazilian Steakhouse and it proved well worth what we spent. (Thank goodness for those gambling winnings!) After dinner we enjoyed another leisurely stroll back down the strip to our hotel where we spent probably another half hour or so in the casino. Between her winning at Blackjack and my luck in the slots we ended up another few hundred dollars ahead.



When she'd had enough gambling she asked me what I wanted to do next and that was when I told her that I had an adventure planned for her. With a careful smile and raised eyebrows she asked me what I had in mind. I told her that it was a sexy adventure and that I wouldn't tell her anymore about it. I told her that I needed her to just trust me, place herself and her well being in my hands, and enjoy the adventure. She asked how wild the adventure would be. I refused to answer. "Trust me and jump blind or don't jump at all," I told her. "Don't make me dare you," I added on. I knew that would push her over the line. She can't stand the idea of turning down a dare; never has been.



"Okay," she said after a few minutes. "I'll bite. I'm yours o do with as you see fit. Take me on this adventure." I gave her a hug and led her to the elevator where we headed up to our room. Once there I asked her to strip down and she eagerly complied. Once she was naked I reached into my bag and pulled out the black silk blindfold. Her eyes opened wide when she saw that but she didn't say anything and she didn't back down. As she stood still I put the blindfold on her and told her that she was not allowed to take it off until one of two things happened. She had to wear it until either I said the evening was over OR until such time as she decided she couldn't enjoy the adventure anymore and said the safe word. I told her that the safe-word was "cunt". It wasn't a word she would normally say so if it came out of her mouth I would know that everything needed to come to a screeching halt. She told me she understood and asked what was going to be going on that I thought she might need a safe word. I refused to tell her, reminding her that she'd agreed to do whatever I wanted and to trust me that she'd enjoy herself. With that said and her blindfold in place I took out the outfit I wanted her to wear.



Although she couldn't see it I knew she'd feel it as she dressed so it wouldn't hurt to tell her what it was. "On the bed next to you," I told her, "there is a pair of pantyhose and a robe. On the floor next to the bed are the shoes you are to wear. If you need any help, just let me know."



I had to help her get the pantyhose in her hands properly so she'd know front from back and I guided her to the shoes. I held the robe for her and helped her adjust it before she tied the belt. The outfit was all black. The pantyhose were the kind that had no coverings for her ass or pussy. It was like stockings with built in suspenders and a garter belt but was all one piece made of the same sheer material. The robe was black silk, matching the blindfold and was long enough to cover her to about mid-thigh. It was cut so that, tied shut, it crossed almost directly in the center of her cleavage leaving it obvious that she didn't have on a bra underneath. Thanks to the silk material, when her nipples hardened with excitement -- or from the caress of the silk -- it was obvious because they were making noticeable and easily seen bumps in the silk. Since she was wearing no panties or bra her curves moved easily beneath the material and she looked exquisite as she walked around the room for me.



Before moving on in the adventure I had her do exactly that. I pointed her in a direction where she wouldn't walk into anything and told her to walk until I told her to stop. Almost immediately she put her hands up to feel the air in front of her to make sure she wouldn't run into anything. I explained that was unacceptable; that if she was going to trust me through the remainder of the evening and our adventure she'd have to trust me completely. I told her to put her hands down to her sides and walk until I told her to stop. She did as I asked and I told her to stop well before she'd have run into the sliding glass doors on the balcony. Then I had her turn and walk back to me which she did without hesitation. Turning her around again I told her to stand still for a moment and I went to open the balcony doors. I know she heard me do it because when I told her to walk forward again she slowed down when she thought she was getting close to the doorway. I talked her through the next couple steps until she was on the balcony with me.



Our balcony was above the courtyard of the hotel and several other people were out on their balconies enjoying the evening as well. About half of them were men, but all of them seemed to turn and look at my lover. There she stood in her robe and hose, naked beneath and blindfolded so she couldn't see how many people may or may not be looking at her. Stepping to her I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, grabbing in both my hands the cheeks of her delectable ass and kissing her passionately. I loved her so much. She was so trusting... and she was going to have SO much fun. She returned my kiss with equal passion until I pulled away and turned her back into the room.



Leading her by the hand I took her back over to the bed, reached in my bag and pulled out her last "garment". It was a circular length of rope about 18" long made of a soft cotton / silk blend. The key word there is SOFT as it was difficult to get a rope burn from it. Being circular it had been specifically designed as a voluntary retention device; a soft pair of handcuffs if you will that could be as tight or as loose as the wearer desired. For my purposes it would be put on snug but my lover could release it anytime she wanted. I told her to put her hands out in front of her with her wrists almost touching and her palms facing each other. She complied. I looped the rope over her wrists, grabbed the dangling end and pulled it up in between her wrists and wrapped it around twice. What resulted was essentially a pair of soft rope handcuffs, snugged by the rope wrapped around the middle. I put the dangling end in her right hand and told her to hold onto it. She complied. I explained the restraint to her and also explained that she was only restrained as long as she held onto the rope. If she let go she could easily unloop the rope and loosen / remove the "cuffs". She acknowledged her understanding and then surprised me by promising not to let go of the rope unless or until I told her to.



"Very good," I told her with a smile, noticing how excited she was as demonstrated by her perky nipples. "Now come with me," I continued, gently taking hold of her left arm and leading her to the hotel room door. She hesitated for a moment at the room door when she realized that I was taking her out into the hallway, obviously not sure she wanted to go out in public dressed as she was, blindfolded and "handcuffed". As she stood there I reminded her that she could release herself anytime she wanted and had only to say a single word to end the adventure. OR, I emphasized, she could trust me and enjoy the adventure I had planned. With a deep breath she stepped out the door and allowed me to guide her to the right down the hallway toward the elevators.



From our room door the elevators were about a hundred feet down the hall. I walked the first twenty feet holding her by the arm but then I let go and told her she should keep walking. She paused only briefly but then held her head high and kept going. I slowed down so that I could watch her delicious ass swish beneath the black silk robe as she walked. When we were about thirty feet from the elevators I heard the doors open and realized that someone was getting out. I looked carefully at my lover to see if she'd hesitate but she didn't let me down. I sped up so that I was right behind her and whispered to let her know I was there. She nodded quickly but didn't stop walking. We could both hear voices as whoever was in the elevator stepped out and approached the hallway intersection. Their voices stopped mid-sentence when they saw my lover. They followed her with their eyes as she walked by and I gave them a wink when they looked at me as if to ask, "What's going on?"



A few feet farther down the hall I looked back and they were still standing there staring at her as she walked. Feeling a bit bold I reached out and flipped up my lover's robe, giving them an unhindered view of her framed ass wiggling as she walked. She felt the breeze and I saw her hips twitch but she didn't stop walking.



We went all the way to the end of the hallway to the stairs and I opened the door for her to lead her in and down. One flight down we walked back half the length of the hallway to the elevators. She knew where we were from the sound of the elevator chimes but she seemed perfectly at ease -- and still totally turned on. I wondered how wet her pussy was but didn't dare reach under her robe to find out... yet. When the elevator doors opened there was an older couple standing there. Neither said a word as I led my restrained and blindfolded lover into the elevator, positioning her so that her back was to the man, her butt less than a foot from him covered in nothing but that silk robe. I looked over at the panel and saw that they had pushed the lobby button. That was fine with me. No one said anything as we rode down in silence, but when we got to the lobby and the door dinged the man said, "Excuse me," and my lover about jumped out of her skin. Her first reaction was to step away from him but then she registered the casino floor noise and hesitated to move. Any step she took would place her closer to the casino and I wasn't holding onto her at that moment. As soon as I touched her she seemed to relax a bit.



Taking her by the arm as the doors opened I led her out into the lobby. We walked a short circuit around the elevator area and the first couple of slot machine stands. Several men and women stopped playing so that they could watch my lover walk by. I could hear my lover's breathing accelerate as she registered the fact that dressed in what little she had on, blindfolded and with her hands voluntarily tied, she was walking around in public. I knew that somewhere inside of her she was loving it. It was exciting her and she was reveling in how daring it was. Another part of her was scared and I made sure I maintained contact with her to keep that part comforted.



Back at the elevators I pushed the button and stood behind my lover, up against her so she could feel how hard I was, the bulge in my pants pressed up against her butt and lower back. Several other people joined us in waiting for the elevator and each of them tried not to stare. When the doors opened we all piled in and I positioned us so that my back was to a wall with my lover's ass backed up against me so she could continue to feel how hard I was. As I looked down across her front I saw how perky her nipples were and I saw several of the guys in the group noticing. They saw me looking and I saw the looks of wonderment on their faces. I thought about reaching around her to cup her chest and give them a little bit of a show but I didn't want them to mistake it for an invitation so I settled for keeping my hands on her hips, slowly humping my hard cock against her silk robe covered rear end.



The elevator stopped at several floors with all but one of the people getting out before the floor I'd selected. I looked at the buttons and realized that the one remaining passenger was getting off one floor above ours. My lover had no idea how many people were left in the elevator with us. Neither he nor I spoke. As I saw him looking at her chest in the couple of floors left before our stop, I slowly pulled one side of her robe open, baring her nipple and breast to his view. I watched him look down at it in appreciation and then look back up at me, askance in his eyes. I shook my head no to let him know that he could only look -- nothing else. I left her robe open and caressed her naked breast, cupping and lifting it, gently squeezing it, and milking my fingers down to softly pinch and pull her hard nipple. I heard her moan with the pleasure of it and then the floor bell dinged and the doors slid open. I started to close her robe but decided not to. I don't know why.



Holding her by the hips I shuffled her forward and out the doors, turning right down the hallway. When we got to the proper door I spoke to her quietly to give her some minor direction.



"Are you doing okay, baby?" I asked her quietly. She nodded a positive response. I was worried that she wasn't actually and was only nodding yes to make me happy. "Please give me a verbal response," I said to her. "Are you doing okay?"



"I'm fine," she said softly.



"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" I asked.



"I've been scared here and there," she said honestly, "but I've also been very excited."



"Do you trust me to make sure nothing bad or unwanted will happen to you?" I asked her.



"Absolutely," she said confidently.



"Then we're going to go into this room. Speak only if you're spoken directly to. Don't worry about what voices you hear around you or close to you. If anything happens that doesn't feel good, say your safe word. Do you understand?" I could see her trembling. I could see how erect her nipples were. I could see her thinking hard and wondering if she should overcome her nervousness. Ultimately she decided to trust me.



"Yes," she said in a quiet voice.



"Very well," I said to her seriously. "Then unless you are specifically asked something, you won't speak again until I say so or until you say your safe word." She nodded, I smiled and then I knocked on the door.



When the door was opened I led my lover in amongst appreciative eyes. The door closed behind us as I led her further into the room. On the television a porn movie was playing. I glanced over and saw a scene where a brunette was on a bed on her back with a man kneeling on either side of her head; she was going back and forth between them, stroking and sucking the impressive hard cocks they were offering. Another man was between her legs stroking his even more impressive rock hard length in and out of her obviously very wet pussy. The noises escaping her were muffled by the fact her mouth was full of stiff manhood but it was still obvious she was having a good time.



Directing my lover by her hips still I walked her over to the sliding glass door that was open and walked her out onto the balcony. We both knew she was outside. Reaching around in front of her I untied her robe and slowly pulled both sides open to her hips. Her beautiful chest, sexy hips and carefully trimmed sex were on display for anyone who cared to look up at that particular balcony at that moment. We were several floors up so they wouldn't be able to identify her and we weren't going to stand there long, but she had no way of knowing either of those things. For all she knew we were on the ground floor and anyone walking by could see her nakedness.



Leaving the robe open I turned her and walked / led her back into the room. On the television the brunette was now on her hands and knees being fucked hard doggy style while the other two men knelt in front of her and she alternated back and forth sucking them. Her moans and groans of pleasure may have been inspired by the paycheck she was receiving for the scene, but they added a tasty flavor to the atmosphere of the room.



I heard my lover's breathing pick up some and knew that her excitement was still growing. I knew she was very aware of her hands being restrained -- still at her own control -- and her nudity in front of a number of men (and women?) that she could only guess at. I was quite proud of her that she didn't say her safe word right then, releasing her hands at the same time and pulling her robe shut.



Leading her on two circuits of the room I let the eyes present get a good view of her body before I led her over to the bed and directed her to sit on it, then helping her to the middle and helping her to lie down. Once she was reclined on the bed, still naked, her legs pressed closely together and her nipples looking rock hard, I leaned over to her, kissed her gently on her cheek, and whispered, "I love you and am so proud of you," in her ear. I heard her sigh quietly as if those words were all the comfort she needed to calm herself and saw her body visibly relax a bit.



Taking hold of the soft robe binding her wrists I moved her hands up above her head to the headboard and hooked the rope onto the steel S-curve hook that was positioned there. I stretched her fingers out so she could feel what she was hooked to and the rubber bands that connected the S-curve to the headboard. I wanted her to understand that if she wanted to she could get loose by pulling the rubber bands down and then disconnecting the S-curve either from the rubber bands or from her rope bindings. It was important to me that she understand that her continued restraint was entirely her own choice. She could escape it anytime.



I watched her carefully to make sure she understood before moving away from the headboard. Moving to the foot of the bed I caressed and then firmly gripped her right ankle, pulling it toward the corner of the foot of the bed and forcing her to spread her legs -- at least her right one that much. She resisted for a moment, tested the bonds at her wrist, and then -- apparently after reconfirming she could get loose if she wanted to -- she relaxed her leg enough to let me pull it over. The bindings at the foot of the bed were NOT something she could simply pull her ankles out of or away from. The padded ankle-cuff was held by a leather strap to the foot of the bed frame. As I clicked the padded ankle-cuff into place around her right ankle I looked up the length of her leg to see her sex wetter than I'd ever seen in pre-sex before. With a smile on my face I moved over to her left ankle, pulled that leg over and attached the ankle cuff there too.

<hr pg="2" />As I stood and looked at my lover I was beaming with pride and joy. She was so brace; so confident; so trusting; so beautiful; so sexy -- and SO ready to be sexually used and pleasured. Her arms looked fairly relaxed as they were stretched above her head; the soft rope binding hooked into the S-curve which, at the other end, hooked into the rubber bands, hooked onto the headboard slats. Her legs were spread and strapped out far enough that I - or anyone else -- could easily climb in between them to pleasure or use her pussy -- which was obviously very wet and ready for such. Her nipples looked achingly hard and as I stood looking at her I saw her tongue flick out to lick her lips in nervous excitement. Yes, I told myself, she was ready and willing for what was coming next.



The sounds of the brunette being used by and pleasuring multiple cocks on television filled the room as I moved away from the bed to prepare a few things. When I got back to the bed I found my lover squirming slightly; not testing her bonds but her body's needs for stimulation or contact of any kind building. Without a word I stripped down and climbed onto the bed with her. I saw her tense and knew she was worried about who it was climbing onto the bed with her. I didn't say a word. Part of the excitement for her, I knew, would be the unknown; the nervous excitement that accompanied not knowing who or what was providing the stimulation she was obviously craving at that point.



Straddling her belly I let her feel my hard cock rub against her skin a little and I wondered if she could identify me simply by that. She was certainly more than familiar with my length and circumference and my smooth shaven balls. I knew she could feel at least the smoothness of my scrotum and the length of my erection as I knelt astride her -- but could she be sure?



Leaning forward slightly I took her chest in my hands and began to caress gently. I started out cupping each orb gently, lifting them together, caressing around, squeezing them gently before releasing them. I repeated the process several times before I began to make the squeezes a slight milking motion, squeezing up the curve of her breasts toward her nipples, each nipple getting a slight pinch and pull before I released. For several minutes I caressed and milked her chest in this fashion, gradually changing the process until I was simply pinching, every so slightly twisting and then pulling on her sensitive nipples.



I had never seen my lover have an orgasm brought on purely by breast stimulation so I was quite surprised when she obviously came -- and came hard as I tweaked her nipples. I felt her body squirm beneath me as she tried to close her legs to provide some pressure and pleasure to her pussy, but she couldn't. As surprised as I was I kept up the pinching, pulling and twisting until I thought her climax had passed. In the room the sound of soft applause rewarded her orgasm and I saw her blush a beautiful crimson across the top of her chest and up her neck.



Moving from above her, before getting off the bed completely, I leaned down and planted a sloppy wet kiss on each of her nipples, listening to her moan at the heated touch of my tongue and the pull of my lips. It was time for her to have more pleasure, and to give some too. I climbed back onto the bed next to her head and reminded myself that my lover had no way of knowing if it was me, or if it was me the first time and not this time. I realized that she had no idea of knowing who might be touching her, pleasuring her or using her. That she didn't flinch away from the pleasures she received or gave once again made me SO proud of her.



Kneeling next to her head I let my stiffness dangle directly over her lips. One clear drop of precum fell from the swollen knob of my cockhead and landed on her bottom lip. She jerked a moment in surprise before stretching out her tongue to taste what was there, and then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as if searching for more. Oh, my sweet sexually hungry delicious lover. As I leaned my hips in a bit to let her have just the head of my shaft a hand trailed up the inside of her right thigh. I thought she was flinch or be startled but she seemed not to care. Her focus seemed almost entirely on getting as much of my length into her mouth as she could.



Now understand, my lover is intimately familiar with the taste, texture, length and width of my manhood. That she knew it was my cock in her mouth was a given in my mind. That said, she had no way of knowing whose hand it was caressing up her thigh. She didn't seem to care. She seemed totally focused and intent on tasting and pleasuring me and my cock. That was fine with me. I leaned forward to give her some more and felt the wonderful sensations of her lips and tongue working my length. She obviously enjoyed the sticky sweet flavor of my precum as she aggressively sucked on me to get more.



As she did so the hand on her thigh had moved up to her spread open pussy, gently trailing a finger up along the outside of one puffy lip before pushing back down between the outer lip and the fleshy inner one. I felt my lover gasp around my length as the finger then travelled up directly across her opening, dragging through the moisture that was prevalent there, getting slick and lubricated as it danced up over her clit. Based on her reaction -- as she gasped and her body seemed to lunge toward that finger to get more pleasure from it -- I didn't think it would take her long to orgasm again. I was proven right just a few moments later. With her mouth still full of my swollen organ I watched as her body convulsed in the throes of another climax brought on by that finger sliding up and down her length, careful not to dip into her honey pot just yet. As her orgasm peaked and then almost started to pass I watched as not one but two fingers were pushed into her pussy recharging the contractions of her orgasm; drawing it out; reintensifying it; forcing even more pleasure on to and into her body.



The fingers pumped gently until her orgasm had fully passed and then they were slowly pulled from her. I pulled my cock out of her mouth as the pussy juice coated fingers were lifted to her mouth, touched her lips and then were fed to her to clean as she willingly opened her mouth. Another feeling of deliciously sensual pride filled me as I watched my lover eagerly suck her own juices off the fingers she was being fed. As I watched I considered my options. I desperately wanted to feed her my cock again, knowing full well that she'd probably gladly suck me off. I knew she wasn't big on having me cum in her mouth (typically) but I also knew that in times of extreme excitement she would almost insist on it. I also knew that if I fed her my cock again it would only take me a couple minutes to cum, and when I did I wanted it to be in my favorite place: as far inside her pussy as I could reach.



Reluctantly I moved off the bed, repositioning myself at the center foot of the bed where I could watch my lover take her first strange cock of the evening. I listened carefully and heard her gasp as I watched her body's reaction to the unknown length being presented at the dripping wet opening of her sex. Abstractly I noted that it was shaped different than mine although it was about the same length. The head was noticeably smaller in diameter than the rest of it; behind the head the shaft thickened and then thinned again as it got down closer to the base of it. I watched the condom-covered head split and then begin to penetrate my lover and I took great sensual delight in watching her pussy lips stretch and spread around the shaft of this new cock (for her).



As I watched her pussy was penetrated by about half -- a little more than three inches I guessed -- of the cock before it was drawn back out. It was another moment of delicious sensuality as I watched her inner pussy lips cling to the shaft as it was pulled out; as if her pussy didn't want to let it go but wanted to pull it in farther. As the shaft started to push back into her again I looked up at my lover's face, searching for any sign of displeasure, concern or fear. All I saw there was pure pleasure and delicious release. Her hands were relaxed; not clenched which would be a sign of fear or overwhelming nervousness. I looked at her hips and thighs and saw that she wasn't trying to pull her legs together against the penetration; instead, her knees were slightly bent as she tried to pull her thighs farther apart against the restraining straps on her ankles. I breathed a sigh of relief. My lover was fully enjoying herself and the moment as I had hoped she would.



By the time I looked back at her pussy I saw that the cock had fully penetrated her and was buried to its maximum length of what I guessed to be about seven inches. The man in control of it was grinding it into my lover's pussy; stirring it in as deep as he could reach; moving the cockhead around into my lover where I wanted my cockhead to be when I came hard in just a bit.



I kept watching and enjoyed seeing that cock bring my lover off twice more, each orgasm seemingly more intense than the others she'd had. By the time her fourth orgasm passed her hips were lunging up as best they could given her restraint, trying to get more from this new cock with every thrust it took into her. As I watched I saw the length buried deep where it seemed to hold and pulse for a few moments before relaxing. When the man controlling it did relax I watched as the condom-wrapped phallus was pulled from my lover's pussy. I heard a frustrated mix of whine and sigh escape my lover and knew she was desperate for more fucking. That's okay, I thought. You're going to get more.



As the way was cleared by the cock that had just used and pleasured her, another moved up to take its place. This one was shaped about the same as my own but was noticeably thicker and about an inch longer. Since my lover was a mother of two I knew her pussy would have no trouble taking this size and length -- especially since she was already relaxed and raring to go. This cock too was condom covered and I watched as the man holding it rubbed the head up and down her slit a few seconds before attempting entry. When he did begin to push his head into my lover's pussy I heard her gasp with pleasure. She had once told me that the thickness of a cock was almost totally more important than the length since she'd had children. Some measure of minimum length was obviously necessary for a fuck to be pleasurable, but if she had her choice of an eight inch skinny dick or a five inch thick one, she'd take the five inch thick one every time.



That memory was in my mind as I watched the thick shaft continue to stretch and spread her pussy as it penetrated inch by slow inch into her wetness. For every stroke in the shaft made of an inch, it would be pulled back at least half that before thrusting forward again. As I watched I saw my lover flexing her hips up into each penetration helping the manhood penetrate with each stroke. It occurred to me that my lover was eagerly, aggressively and unashamedly attacking this strange cock, working hard to get as much of it into her pussy as fast as she could.



She didn't have to be patient for very long. Within another dozen strokes or less the man had buried the full length into her giving her at least another inch more than the cock she'd just had -- and at least that same inch more than what I was going to give her in a few minutes when my turn came. The biggest difference was that this was easily the thickest cock she was going to enjoy. Where I was a handful around I guessed this cock that was invading her depths to be at least another inch again bigger around than mine. I knew she was loving it and my belief was supported not only by her body's reaction to it but to the constant sounds of pleasure that escaped her.



I couldn't resist stroking my length slowly and gently as I watched my lover's pussy getting ravaged by the member pumping steadily in and out of her. I was careful with my strokes though. I didn't want to make myself cum. I wanted to do that inside her with the only non-condom-covered cock she'd get today.



That big cock used and pleasured her pussy for at least ten minutes, stroking her to either three or four more orgasms. I couldn't tell if her least two were actually two or just one long connected one. As she came down from the peak of her forth orgasm I saw the cock length buried and pulsing before being withdrawn almost exactly at the same time as her last orgasm finally passed.



When the cock was pulled out of her I looked at her pussy and saw how swollen and used it looked. I love how wet she gets and stays and I knew it was going to feel heavenly to slide my length into that nicely relaxed totally lubed up womanhood. As I took my place between her legs on the bed I supported myself over her so that only my cock touched her. "I love you, baby," I whispered to her as I introduced my swollen and dripping cockhead to the moist opening of her love tunnel. No guidance was necessary as I began to push into my lover, reveling in the pleasure as she forced her hips up to me, her thighs spreading as wide as she could get them against her restraints. The message from her through her body was clear: "I'm here. I'm yours. Take me. Pleasure me. Use me. Just fuck me!"



Her pussy felt different than I had experienced in the past. The fucking she'd already received had relaxed her inner walls so she wasn't quite as tight but for some reason I found that even more pleasurable. It was if her sex was more open and inviting; welcoming anything I had to give and then some. She was so wet I was able to slide my whole length into her in a single stroke, grinding my cock head as deep into her as I could and very aware that I would not last long. The moist heat of her sex wrapped around my shaft and gently squeezing my cockhead would make me erupt without much effort.



With every stroke out and then back in I ground into her. I knew I wouldn't reach as far as the last cock had but I wanted to reach as far into her as I was capable of. I wanted our union to be as complete and thorough as it could be. Several dozen of these slow grinding strokes later I felt my orgasm exploding up out of my balls and buried my length into her as my cock jumped and spit, flowing my cum unhindered into her welcoming body. Other cocks may find there way into her pussy but only mine was invited or allowed to coat the inside of her with my sex juice.



I was delighted to see and feel my lover cum once again just as I did and knew that it was an orgasm inspired almost as much by our love as by our pleasure. It was almost as if her body was helping mine to deliver my load; milking it out of me and sucking it into her. The look on her face was one of glorious pleasure and contentment. The sounds of my moans and groans through my orgasm dominated the room until I had finally finished cumming.



I leaned down to give my lover a soft gentle kiss, our tongues just tasting each other, before I lifted myself from between her legs, looking down to see her pussy collapsing as it was emptied, our mixture of liquid pleasure shining all over her swollen and red thoroughly used pussy lips.



A few minutes were required to recover before I could remove her restraints and help her up from the bed. With her sitting in the messy puddle that was flowing from her on the side of the bed I held her face in my hands and asked, "Have you had a good time, my love?"



"Yes," she replied. It was obvious in her voice that she was concerned about her actions. As much pleasure as she'd enjoyed and as aggressively as she'd approached it, it was obvious she was concerned either about what I would think about her or at least in wonderment of who these other men were who had fucked her. I could alleviate some of that.



"Would you like me to take the blindfold off so you can see what you've enjoyed?" I offered.



She paused. As much as she might like that, she might also want NOT to know. It might be easier to leave the room with the blindfold in place never knowing who the men had been; allowing them to exist in her mind as anonymous cocks -- almost like vibrators or dildos -- that had been used to pleasure her; and pleasured she had been. It took a few minutes before she made her decision and answered, "Yes."



Being very careful not to tangle the blindfold straps in her hair I lifted them up off the back of her head and then removed the blindfold from her eyes. I stepped back and watched as she opened her eyes, blinked a few times and then looked around the room. It was interesting to see her realize that we were alone. She looked at me with a puzzled look and then looked around again, finally seeing the two toys that were on the nightstand in the warmed bucket of water. Realization slowly dawned on her.



We were in our own hotel room.



The other two "men" she'd taken were actually nothing more than anatomically correct shaped vibrators (that I had intentionally not used the vibrate feature of).



After another few minutes she realized that the entire adventure had been one created for her to enjoy -- as much as she had physically -- primarily within the safety of her mind. After another few moments she realized that her behavior might not have been "good girl" behavior. After all, in her belief that she was strapped spread eagle in a room with an unknown number of men, she had willingly and eagerly taken two other "men" rather than using her safe word. She had CHOSEN to let herself be fucked and pleasured by two total strangers (in her mind) under the comforting protection of my presence and obvious approval (as given by my having set it up and not interceding).



It was an enlightening moment for her. First, she saw the look of pride on my face and knew it was there because she hadn't backed out or chickened out. Second she realized how fulfilling the experience had been which led her to the third realization that if it had all been real -- another room and other men instead of just our room and toys -- she'd still have enjoyed herself just as much.



After all that washed through her I saw her blush again and then look up at me with a smile. "I love you so much," she said with a huge grin.



"I love you, too," I replied with a matching grin.



"We'll have to do this again sometime," she said with a devilish twinkle in her eye.



"You think?" I asked in my own mischievous tone of voice.



"Definitely," she said. "But I'll always leave it to you to decide what's real and what's not. I trust you with everything I have as completely as can be achieved by any person."



"Thank you, my love," I said to her as I stepped closer, between her spread knees and put my arms around her. She in turn wrapped her arms around my hips and laid her head against my belly. I felt my softening cock, smeared with our mixed juices, rub against her chest and wondered if I could get hard again so soon?



With a little help from her talented and hungry mouth we proved that I could indeed and we enjoyed another soft slow leisurely fuck as we relived the adventure of the afternoon. THAT is how you spend an evening in Vegas.

