It was already 100 degrees poolside, hot even by Las Vegas standards for this time of the late morning as we settled into our cabana. The forecast for later was 111 and this expensive shade would soon be welcome relief.
Our waitress reviewed the various amenities of our abode such as a TV, private restroom, plush furniture, food, liquor and service. After mixing our initial cocktails she then departed to allow us to get comfortable.
Prime deck chair locations surrounding the pool were filling up quickly as people arrived to stake out their spots, often doing no more than to throw down a towel or a beach bag before departing again with the intention of returning later.
As we watched the frenzied action of people claiming territory, my attention turned to an attractive couple who approached quickly, their eyes focused on a pair of deck chairs with the perfect combination of shade and filtered sunshine from the palm trees above. Their chosen location for the day was very near our cabana, close enough that I could easily see all of the details of the man’s lone tattoo. It was not to my liking with a male angle sitting on the ground, his head bowed and feathered wings wrapped around him. I wondered what makes people choose the tattoos they do, as well as the meanings behind them. I couldn’t see why anyone would choose this one on the back of their shoulder as their statement piece.
The woman was tall, blonde and slender, sporting a weathered baseball cap and aviator sunglasses. She had a nice athletic build and firm, medium sized breasts. There was a very wholesome beauty about her that made her even more attractive.
Eric and I enjoyed our drinks, punctuated by occasional trips to the pool with them to sun ourselves, before returning again each time to the luxury of our shady retreat to cool off.
Right from the outset, it appeared that our neighbors were not having a very good time. The guy seemed especially agitated, which was quite evident from his body language and constant lecturing of the girl regarding something that he was unhappy about. The woman on the other hand seemed withdrawn and disconnected, taking the tongue lashing he was administering and not arguing back.
After the guy had calmed down a bit and settled into his lounge chair, Eric and I climbed out of the pool and walked past the two of them on the way back to our cabana. I discretely took notice of how nice the woman’s body looked laid out on her back in the hot sun. Her flat stomach and deliciously rounded breasts were amazing. I secretly undressed her with my sunglass covered eyes as I passed, trying to imagine what she looked like naked and what what her breasts might feel like pressed against mine.
Once back inside our cabana, we dried ourselves off and reclined on our couch to relax. Shortly after, I watched as the angry guy got up and walked away, heading presumably toward the hotel bar or possibly their room.
As soon as he was well out of sight at the far end of the pool, the woman immediately got up and started walking toward the pool bar. As she circled around the back of her lounge chair and walked past the front of our cabana, I quickly spoke up to ask if she’d like a drink. Turning in our direction she replied emphatically that she would, to which I motioned her in with a wave and a smile.
“Hi, I’m Amy,” I said, “and this Eric.”
“I’m Christy,” she replied. “Nice to meet both of you.”
“Are you having a nice vacation?” I asked, already knowing that she was not.
“Not really,” Christy answered, “My boyfriend is so just incredibly jealous. He’s so insecure. If I even look in the direction of another guy, he accuses me of wanting to fuck him. I’m really starting to feel like I probably just should if I’m going to constantly get bitched at for it anyway.”
I told Christy how awful that must be, to be in such a fun and sexy place as Las Vegas only to have someone ruining it all. Looking to change the subject and create a more positive atmosphere, Eric mixed the three of us a couple of fresh drinks and we all sat down to get acquainted.
Christy and her boyfriend Doug were from Southern California like us and were in town for a long weekend. They’d been dating for a few months now, but the relationship had not progressed recently and Christy said felt like she’d probably be breaking it off after they returned home.
Taking another sip from her drink, Christy tipped her head back and drew in a deep breath before letting it out again and saying how wonderful the cool shade and privacy of our cabana were compared to the relentless heat and crowd out on the pool deck. I told her that she was welcome to stay and enjoy it for as long as she wished, which she seemed very happy about.
After a few more cocktails, Christy was growing much more relaxed, seeming to have put her earlier frustrations aside. However, she now started to fidget with a nervous energy, appearing to struggle with something that she wanted to say.
“What is it?” I asked, trying to relieve the growing awkwardness.
“Well,” Christy responded. “I’ve been thinking that I should just go ahead and do it.”
“Do what?” I replied.
Christy hesitated for an instant, then took a deep breath and confidently answered, “Have the two of you fuck me. Right now, right here in this cabana.”
I have to say that the thought had certainly entered my mind a few times, but I really hadn’t expected such a thing to really happen.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I answered, trying to hide my excitement before turning and closing the curtains at the front of the cabana, tying the sash just a little short of fully closed to only allow the smallest of gaps to remain.
Eric got up and moved behind Christy, then softly kissed her neck before gently untying the lower string of her bikini top. It half hung from her now, partially exposing the bottom portion of her tight breasts as Eric’s hand slid down inside the front of her bottoms for an exploratory feel before pulling it back out again. Christy stepped forward toward me and pressed her semi-clad torso against mine after setting her drink down.
Her body was hot as she stood sandwiched between Eric and I, running her soft hands over my ass. I knew that Eric’s cock must already be growing harder against Christy’s back side, waiting impatiently for our chance to grant her wish.
Breaking our embrace, I turned Christy around toward the curtains, allowing her to peek between them and see her boyfriend settling back into his chair, no more than a few yards away. She smelled nice as I nuzzled my face against her cheek and wrapped my arms around her small waist. I slid my fingers down inside then top of her bikini bottoms, moving slowly across her smooth skin and letting the contour of her body funnel my hand to its target. A teasing touch as I curled my finger and dragged it across her pebble hard clitoris was all that I allowed her before withdrawing it again.
Moving higher, my hands circled her belly piercing and caressed her ribs before both climbed slowly under her top and over her athletic mounds. Christy’s back arched in approval, signaling me to continue my exploration as I cupped them beneath her dangling bikini top and pressed them tightly together.
“Why did you ask me in?” Christy whispered.
“Because you needed to get away from him,” I whispered back while peering with her through the small gap in the curtains, “and we wanted to fuck you too.”
I instantly pulled the clinging bikini top off of Christy as she spun back toward me to do the same to mine. In rapid succession she rolled my bottoms off of my narrow hips before tugging her own down and stepping out of them. We stood naked and exhilarated, our eyes washing over each other’s bodies hungrily. Christy’s amazing tits were perfectly round, her nipples tiny. Her narrow waist and slender legs were a tantalizing compliment to the thigh gap just below her freshly waxed pussy. I knew Eric must already be going crazy at the thought of having both of us. My suspicion was quickly confirmed as he stepped closer, untying the drawstring of his swimsuit as he did.
“I watched you getting out of the pool and walking back in here earlier,” Christy said, while squirming slightly back and forth.
“Oh really,” Eric replied, “and what were you thinking while I did?”
“How those wet swim trunks showed off quite a bit of you as they clung to your cock,” she answered. “It excited me.”
“I was checking you out too as I passed by,” Eric countered. “Do you know what I was thinking?”
Christy shook her head from side to side with a sly smile on her lips.
“That you looked way too innocent for us to ever to entice you in here like Amy had fantasized,” Eric said.
“Well, you were partially right,” Christy answered as she moved closer to him. “I do look way too innocent.”
“I doubt you’ll leave here that way,” Eric replied.
“I know I won’t,” Christy mouthed quietly.
Eric’s dropped his shorts to the floor and revealed his rapidly growing erection. A nervous smile said Christy was pleased with the sight. Eric stepped closer to us both, placing an arm around each of our waists to pull us nearer to him as we both joined together in fondling his cock. It was very arousing to feel another woman’s hand competing with my own and my husband growing harder between us. I could tell it excited Christy too, as evidenced by the goose bumps that ran up her arm while her nipples turned into tiny raisins.
Outside the cabana, I heard Christy’s boyfriend angrily and loudly ask a waitress if she had seen her. Oh no. We didn’t need her clueing him into Christy’s location right now I thought, my heart racing faster with nervousness. I was quickly put back at ease though when the waitress replied that she had not seen her.
I withdrew my hand and watched as Christy continued stroking Eric to full hardness, her seductive smile showing just how much she enjoyed doing so. Pulling her close, Eric kissed her neck while allowing her to have a better angle to pleasure him. Dropping to my knees, I gazed upward at them both and opened my mouth for Christy to guide Eric’s now fully erect cock inside. Standing over me, she watched me attend to his needs before I motioned for her to join me. Once paired side by side with me, Christy offered herself to him as well, her open mouth begging to join the action.
Eric alternated between us as we shared him, giving equal time to both of us even though each selfishly wanted more. Outside the cabana, Doug spoke up to another passing waitress to ask if she’d seen his girlfriend. Eric knew what Christy wished for his answer, grabbing both sides of her head with his hands while thrusting rapidly into her saliva dripping mouth.
Cutting them off, I dragged Christy over to the cabana couch, pushing her onto her back before straddling her. With her narrow waist clenched between my thighs, I grabbed her wrists and pinned her down. Christy’s eyes gleamed with excitement as I looked her up and down. Her tits excited me, standing just as firm and proud as they had earlier in her bikini. I hungrily circled and teased her perfect nipples with my tongue while she tried to raise her hips higher in an attempt to grind herself against me. I slowly dragged my tongue lower across her abdomen until reaching her tight and tiny slit. As I traced it lightly up and down Christy’s hands pressed my head tighter against her, her moans growing audibly louder to signal her approval.
Outside the curtain, I could hear Doug, his voice growing increasingly angry, bitching to someone on his cellphone about Christy’s absence and how there would be hell to pay whenever she came back.
“Is that so?” Christy said to nobody in particular, her voice nearly turning loud enough to be heard outside.
Jumping to her feet, she walked to the front of the cabana to take another look outside. Christy then glanced back over her shoulder at Eric while at the same time pulling me between herself and the curtain. Thrusting her chest and buttocks out with equal effort, she wrapped the back of my head with her palm and pressed it to her breasts. Eric moved in close against Christy’s elevated ass, adding resistance her backside to negate my pressure from the front. I could feel Christy grinding her ass against him hard, quite ready now to fulfill her intended mission.
Christy’s nipples were simultaneously soft and firm to the tip of my tongue as it circled each of them in alternating fashion. I slipped one of my hands lower until it found the gap between her slender thighs. Before my finger even entered her, I sensed how wet with excitement she was. Knowing that Christy was ready for us heightened my own desire even further.
“Get my phone from the table please,” Christy pleaded. “I want you to photograph this.”
I retrieved her phone quickly, then positioned myself to the side of them both.
“From the back, take it from the back.” she said, as she panted with urgency. “Take video.”
I did as I was told, positioning myself behind and slightly to the side of them at the 5 o’clock position. Christy’s back arched hard in response to Eric’s initial penetration before she continued to grind on him as his buttocks moved forward and backward with long purposeful thrusts. Christy reciprocated against him, pounding herself on him in an effort to entice even a fraction of an inch more depth.
I was incredibly turned on watching Eric fuck her, his force nearly lifting her off the ground with each thrust. I could tell Christy was already very close to cumming, quickly reduced to a rag doll for Eric as her body succumbed.
“Are you ready?” she said, as she panted weakly.
“Yes,” Eric replied.
With a hand gripped to each curtain, Christy ripped them open in front of her, her body quivering in orgasm while Eric continued fucking her unabated. Directly in front of her, Christy’s boyfriend lay on his lounger facing the pool, oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was just yards behind him with another man’s cock buried deep inside her not so innocent body.
It seemed funny to me how with all the status and prestige, that no one really notices a cabana since it is tucked just off of the obvious action that everyone is focused on. I’m not sure how long Christy left the curtains open, fifteen seconds? Thirty maybe? The video would surely leave no doubt later.
Christy closed the curtains, tied the sash once more and turned around, smiling broadly like the cat that had eaten the canary. Taking her phone from my hand, she motioned Eric and I over to the sofa. She asked if we’d ever had someone video us having sex together and I said no, only the typical self produced versions of our own. I knew better than to waffle at her offer and said ok, pointing to my own phone for her to use.
I lay back and Eric quickly moved over me, his cock still hard and unsatisfied. I felt crazed and jealous from having had to watch him fuck our guest while I awaited my turn. I spread my legs for him, anxious to have him inside me. Eric lifted my leg on Christy’s side higher, improving the camera’s view of my pending penetration. There was something very arousing about a stranger filming us, determining what she felt were the best angles as she circled us to capture our abandon.
Christy instructed me to talk dirty, to give the camera something extra.
“Fuck me now baby!” I began. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer!”
Eric moved forward and easily plunged into my sopping pussy.
“How’s that?” he answered with a smile.
I could only groan in response, his girth stretching me to my limit. I screamed out loudly as his thrusts entered me forcibly, followed each time by a painfully slow withdrawal before repeating again.
“Did you enjoy fucking Christy?” I asked.
“Yes,” Eric replied as he panted.”
“Tell her how much,” I said gasping.
Eric looked at Christy and told her how much he had enjoyed ravaging her tight body repeatedly.
Christy replied how much she had loved it too. How from the moment she’d seen his swimsuit clinging to his cock and when we’d later asked her inside the cabana, that she already knew how she had wanted it to play out.
Eric’s penis continued working its magic on me, bolstered by the three way dialog between us.
“Did you enjoy sucking my cock with Christy?” Eric asked staring down at me, my breasts violently bouncing up and down with each punishing thrust.
Struggling to reply, I battled to force the words out. “I… loved… it. But we should have had you cum on our faces!”
The words barely out of my mouth, I moaned as my body wretched in uncontrollable orgasm.
I sensed Eric’s stamina growing weaker now, his body unable to resist his carnal urge to satisfy itself any longer. Withdrawing, he grasped his ready cock as an initial drip of precum grew larger on the head. Giving himself a few final strokes, Eric directed his ejaculation at my torso while Christy moved in closer. Burst after burst of milky white cum criss-crossed my breasts and face before weaker ones drizzled onto my parted slit. Still hard, he re-entered me for a few delicious final strokes.
Christy finish her video and set my phone back on the table before collecting her own.
“A perfect ending to a perfect day for both of you,” she smiled.
“And not for you? I asked.
“No, this is.” she grinned while finishing typing something on her keyboard.
Outside we heard a slightly delayed ping of a phone receiving a text as Christy opened the curtains and tied the sashes back, still having yet to put her bikini top back on. After opening the curtains she stood at the front of the cabana watching her boyfriend looking at his phone for what seemed to be an eternity. Suddenly, his head snapped around to see Christy standing straight behind him, exactly in the spot where she had just minutes ago been hammered by another man with Doug clearly in the background and unaware.
Without a word, it was apparent to everyone that this was Christy’s perfect ending.
