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It was summer again, and work schedules had aligned for a little getaway with another couple, Matt and Christine (names changed). We decided on Vegas as the destination, as there’s at all times something fun to get into there. While packing for the trip, my husband joked about why I even bothered to pack the tops for my bikinis since we’d just be at topless pools all day. I laughed as he crossed the room and teasingly pulled my top up to gaze at my breasts before determining that yes, they were good to go for public display.
I playfully swatted at his hands but he simply moved them lower to my waist and pulled me into him for a kiss. His mouth was hot and willing. Already hungry for a taste of what Vegas would bring. My body responded to his touch and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he squeezed me tight. His fingers began to fumble with the button of my cutoff shorts and slid them down my tanned legs, leaving me in nothing but my tee shirt and panties.

Drawing his hands up to my breasts, his fingers began to pinch and tug at my nipples through the light fabric, bringing them to stiff peaks underneath. Bending over slightly, he held my breast in his hand and began to suck on my nipple from over my shirt, sending wild sensations throughout my body. The damp fabric muted the full sensation of his tongue against my skin, but brought enough arousal to leave me begging for more. Pulling back to admire his work, he stretched the wet fabric taut against my breasts. The outlines of my hard nipples were clearly visible, leaving no question as to my state of arousal.

I began to breathe heavily as he slipped my shirt off and continued his work on my breasts. The sensation of his scratchy morning stubble raking against my soft skin heightened my excitement, and I began to feel a familiar pulse between my legs. He quickly undressed and threw me onto the bed behind him. I began to remove my panties but he halted me, insisting that I leave them on. Making his way down between my legs, he spread my thighs open and pinned them wide. He began to draw circles with his tongue around my clit, teasing me through my panties just as he had done with my shirt. I begged him to pull them apart and he finally obliged, plunging his tongue into my soaking pussy.
I arched my back and grabbed the sheets as he fucked me with his tongue. My clit began to swell as he flicked it, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Just as I began to cum for him, he slipped two fingers inside me as he licked, drawing out my orgasm further. He rolled beside me and I climbed atop of him, straddling his legs and taking his hardness in my hands. I stroked him several times and let the wetness from my mouth drip down onto him as I rubbed it in.

Moving my hips up, I aligned myself at his tip and slid down hard. My panties still bunched to the side, he pulled them to the point I wondered they would rip. But I didn’t care. I was lost in the pleasure of riding his cock. Hard. Swift. Deep. He dug his fingers into my hips to guide me where he wanted. I tugged at my nipples and massaged my breasts as they hung in his face, letting him nip and suck at them periodically. I felt him grow stiff as his breathing became more rapid. My own core tightened and I pushed over the edge with him as he began to pump his cum deep inside me.

We had to clean up quickly and finish our packing to make it to the airport in time. Somehow we made it despite the delay from our unplanned romp. Landing in Vegas, we met up with our friends and had a quick bite to eat before making it out to the pool for the afternoon. We all ordered drinks and Christine and I were in the pool sans tops within a matter of minutes. I must admit, we rather enjoyed the gazes we were getting from the men in the pool. We giggled from behind our sunglasses as we watched them attempt to be casual in their glances our way. Our husbands were more than happy to sit back and watch us garner the attention from others.

There was a rather large group of guys in the far corner of the pool. They looked to be in their late 20s or so, and we presumed they were there for a bachelor party. Matt swam over to us and nudged us to go flirt with the guys and have a good time. After all, they had buckets of champagne and a large cabana, so they were gonna be there for the day, so we may as well enjoy ourselves. Christine and I were more than happy to have some fun, so we made our way to the other end of the pool and sat on the shallow edge as though to sunbathe. It worked.

Before long a few of the guys came over to introduce themselves and offer us drinks. We chatted for a bit and were rather enjoying the sight of their toned bodies as the afternoon went on. One of the guys, Zack, was particularly handsome. Tall and dark with wavy hair and a killer smile. We found ourselves next to one another before long and were soon locked in, almost unaware of anyone else in the pool with us. He asked me about myself and I told him that we were here with our husbands for a weekend getaway. The surprise on his face was priceless. He had clearly never met someone with such an open mindset and couldn’t get over how comfortable my husband was with him talking to me. I giggled at his curiosity and ran my hand down his chest in full view of my husband to assure him it was okay.

Christine asked me to go to the restroom with her, and I found out later that while we were out of the pool, Zack and some of his buddies went over to our husbands to introduce themselves and be sure it was okay to be chatting with us. My husband and Matt laughed and told them to have as much fun as the girls would allow – as long as we were okay with it, they were okay with it.

When Christine and I slipped back into the water, Zack was sitting on a step. I swam over to him and stood between his open legs, pressing my thighs into his as we talked. He casually ran a hand across my leg in the water, I’m sure to see whether I would protest. But to his surprise, I smiled and inched closer. His hand traced up to my bikini string and he pretended to tug at it playfully. I laughed and teased that that wasn’t on the table just yet. I needed to get to know him a bit more first. I asked him what his group was celebrating in Vegas and he said they were all there for his birthday. How fun! I asked him how old he was turning, thinking he would say something in the mid- to late 20s. Twenty-one. That’s correct. He was turning 21 years old and having his first drink with friends in Vegas that weekend.

Record scratch… I blinked in bemusement. For being only 21 he was rather self-assured and mature. And so very good looking. His muscles rippled under the water, and my eyes couldn’t help but trace the outline of his defined abs as they disappeared under his swim trunks. I figured, what the hell. It’s Vegas after all. As our conversation continued, he grew a bit more emboldened. His hands slipped around the backs of my thighs and traced up and down my legs, just to where my ass begins to curve. I reached out and felt his arms, the bulges of his biceps were firm under my fingertips as they ran up to his shoulders.

Taking one step closer to him, I lifted a leg and he guided it around him to where I sat myself down, straddled around his lap facing him. The cool water lapped at my bare breasts, just inches from his chest. His hands were firmly planted on my ass, gently squeezing my flesh. I felt him underneath me as he grew hard. We both knew we were aroused. We both knew what we wanted. Leaning in slowly, I began to kiss him in the water. He didn’t hold back. His mouth tasted of mint and champagne. I wanted more of it.
I felt his hands grow bolder still as they moved deeper in the water and began to slide my bikini to the side. My lips were already swollen as he started to rub against them. He didn’t penetrate me, but rather tease me, edging my excitement. I returned the favor by rubbing his hard cock from the outside of his swim trunks. I could tell he was long and thick. Trying not to be overtly obvious to onlookers, we attempted to keep our hand movements slow and discreet. But our bodies screamed for more as we continued to kiss. It was getting late, and we would need to be going soon anyway, so we exchange numbers just in case the night allowed for something more.

As we were about to get out, however, I had the biggest surprise of my life. There had been an older woman in the pool all day. She had been alone, and never engaged with anyone. Just enjoying a weekend to herself, I had presumed. But as I got up from his lap, the woman stood up and walked over to us, announcing that it was time for Zack and his friends to all get ready for dinner. Yes. She was his mother. There to chaperone his 21st birthday with friends. Oh. My. Gosh.

To be continued….

NSFW: yes

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