Heather and I loved to talk about anything, about everything. Nothing was off limits.
Sometimes, often in fact, she would tell me about her prior sexual partners, about sexual experiences she’d had in the past.
Once in a while, I would ask her to talk dirty to me. She’d stroke my cock and tell me about a particularly fun or memorable sexual adventure. Sometimes she would tell me of a fantasy.
One of her fantasies was clearly very erotic and exciting for her as she repeated it often. “We’re in a bar, and this really hot guy is flirting with me. I go over and kneel in front of him, undo his pants, take out his cock, and start sucking it right in front of everyone…” and variations on that theme were a constant.
One night, the variation of the story involved her giving blowjobs to two different men in a casino. I asked her if she liked the idea of sucking off multiple men in public like that.
“Oh, fuck yes! So hot!”
“How many? Two? Three?” I asked.
“The more the merrier!” she said with a giggle, but also with clear excitement.
That stuck in my mind for some time… until one evening I asked her, “What if I made that fantasy a reality? Would you go along with it? Would you like it?”
The look on her face gave me the answer. She was clearly excited at the idea, excited in more ways than one.
“Fuck yes!” she exclaimed.
Thereupon, I began trying to develop a plan to make the fantasy happen in real life. No small feat: 2, 3, maybe more guys—strangers no less—for her to suck off, in public? Hard to pull off, at least without getting arrested.
One weekend, we were heading to Las Vegas for some fun. I knew there was a swingers club there called the Red Rooster. I thought this was a great idea. She could suck some cocks “in public”—as in with people watching—but minus the police involvement.
“Minor” detail of finding men to provide the cocks, but I wasn’t very worried about that. Heather was about 5’9”, 145 with huge natural tits, long legs leading to a firm ass, long blonde hair, and the prettiest eyes. She was a head turner, so I figured I could work it out.
Flying to Vegas on Friday evening, we got the party started with several drinks on the plane.
“So I want to check out this swingers club when we get into town. You game?”
The look on her face was one of intrigue. She was clearly excited by the idea. I wondered to myself if she remembered our discussion of making her fantasy come true and caught on to my plans. If she did, she didn’t say so.
“Sounds fun!” she said excitedly, followed by, “You know we’ve tried a couple swingers places at home, and it wasn’t our thing. It was uncomfortable, but maybe it will be different in Vegas. You know the stupid expression ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ could be true in this case!”
We got to our hotel on The Strip about 7:30. We got cleaned up and dressed for dinner. Well, not really for dinner. I told her to dress sexy because we were going to the Rooster after dinner. She had come prepared. She dressed in a smart white blouse, black pencil skirt, thigh-high stockings, heels and… nothing else. No bra, no panties. She may not have known exactly what my plans were, but it seemed she had some of her own.
As she emerged from doing her hair and makeup, dressed conservatively in some ways but sexy as hell in others, my cock immediately rose to attention. The thought of the possibilities later added to my arousal.
“Fuck! You look amazing! So beautiful, so sexy!”
“Should I put on a bra?” she asked hesitantly. “You can see my nipples a little. It’s one thing for that to happen later, but at the restaurant?”
“It’s Vegas, sweetie! Show off—they want you to show off!” I reassured her while reaching out and undoing a button on her crisp white blouse to place still more of her breasts on display. She smiled at me, knowing I wanted this.
We headed off to dinner at Casa di Amore, an intimate, romantic Italian restaurant I thought perfect for the start of our evening. The name alone was perfect.
We entered the restaurant and I requested a booth. My request granted, I slid into the booth first, sliding up against the wall while guiding her by the hand to sit next to me. We’d had quite a few drinks by that time and I was feeling like having fun—naughty fun specifically. I reached over to undo yet another button on her blouse.
“No! You’re going to get us into trouble!”
“Maybe that is just what I’m looking for,” was my reply, undoing the button, leaving her blouse gaping, exposing her magnificent breasts to their base.
The waiter appeared shortly thereafter and his gaze was immediately drawn to the impressive cleavage on display. The fact that my hand was on her thigh, between her legs, lifting her skirt high enough to reveal her stocking tops did not escape his notice either.
We ordered a bottle of wine, some appetizers and eventually a dessert. Didn’t want to fill up too much. She would be swallowing other things later—had to save room!
We talked and laughed and giggled as I continued to display her assets and let my hands roam.
“What do you have in mind tonight?” she asked.
“Pretty sure a certain fantasy of yours is going to come true tonight,” I said nonchalantly.
I didn’t see the point in keeping it a secret. My only concern was what if I couldn’t pull it off? But how she looked, and how her face filled with lust upon my telling her—yeah, this was happening.
I leaned over to kiss her and, in doing so, slid my hand farther up her skirt until I could feel the heat of her bare, freshly waxed pussy. She was positively dripping from her excitement.
“Naughty girl!” I told her with a smile.
“Not yet, but I think I’m going to be!”
We finished our bottle and headed out to get an Uber to the Rooster. We were quite inebriated already, but just to be safe, I had grabbed a couple of pint bottles of booze to bring along. Once in the Uber, we each took a healthy swig. The alcohol, her outfit, the talk—it was all bubbling out of us in lust and laughter.
We both became a little bold in the back of the Uber. We kissed, and I lifted her skirt higher. She spread her legs to give me access to—not to mention the driver a view of—her pretty pussy.
One, then two of my fingers slid into her warm, well-lubricated cunt easily. She reached out and began massaging my rock-hard cock through my pants. We made out like a couple of teenagers even though we were a couple of decades past that point. I slid my fingers out of her pussy at one point, lubricating her tight little asshole with her own juices before sliding one, then two fingers up her ass, pumping them in and out. She cried out with shock for a moment, but then began to moan in pleasure.
“Hey,” she protested, “we’re gonna end up fucking right here in the car! We’ll never even get to the club if we keep going this way.”
I protested, but she was right. We were nearing the destination anyway so we put ourselves back together and awaited our arrival.
As we stepped from the Uber and entered the Rooster, it was about 10:30. The place was not packed but there were certainly a lot of people there. I immediately set out on my mission of finding my beautiful wife some cocks to suck.
We downed a couple of drinks and started mingling.
Heather was great at meeting people, chatting strangers up, so we had no problem making the rounds. As we did, I would inquire of her, “How about him? You think he’s hot? Has a big cock?”
I don’t think I mentioned that part of the fantasy. She loved sucking cock, had sucked many over the years, but she particularly loved sucking big ones. This fed into a fantasy of my own. I was not that well endowed and I wanted to see what she could do with a really big one. How deep she could take it. Seeing her eyes water as she had a huge cock deep in her throat. The thought made us both aroused.
I still didn’t quite know how to get this to happen, but soon, after a bit more alcohol, I decided the simplest answer was the right one. Just ask some guys if they wanted to partake. I mean, they may say no, but they sure as hell weren’t going to be pissed at being offered the opportunity to get a blowjob from her!
I had made mental notes of the guys she thought fit the bill and I approached them. Not terribly surprisingly, one, then another, and then a third not only said yes, but hell yes!
Three was probably a good number. But just then, I saw a guy coming in from having been in the hot tub. He had wrapped himself in a towel, but poorly, inadvertently exposing the biggest non-porn-star cock I had ever even heard of. Long and thick, even soft, it had to be 9 inches. He was handsome, too. I thought to myself, “Fuck, maybe he is a pornstar?!?”
I approached him and invited him to our little impromptu public sex party.
“Yeah, sounds like fun, but I gotta see how my lady feels about it.”
I certainly had noticed the sexy brunette, also dressed in only a towel, he had come in from the hot tub with, but hadn’t thought they were together. He stepped away and chatted with her for a minute before telling me he was in.
Next step: where? Well, all the intended participants were roaming about on the first floor and there was a little dance floor that looked like a good option.
I walked over to Heather. “You ready, baby?”
She gulped down the last of yet another drink. “I’m so nervous, but so excited! Yes, I’m ready.”
I led her to the middle of the little dance floor and signaled the guys to come over. Very quickly, they were all gathered around her. Four guys waiting for my sexy wife to suck them off.
“Why don’t you do a little dance and show these guys how gorgeous and sexy the woman is that’s going to be servicing them?”
She gave me a side-eye look, but said, “Yeah, that’d be fun to show off for them and the other people already watching. Not to mention, I don’t want to get cum all over my skirt and blouse!”
She didn’t dance much but accomplished the intended purpose. In short order, the blouse was on the floor, her skirt atop it, and she stood nude but for the sexy lace-top stockings.
“Gentlemen, she’s ready for you. Get ready for her, will you?”
Without hesitation, the hung guy from the hot tub dropped his towel and exposed his now semi-erect cock. Heather literally gasped. A look of lust came over her face like I had never seen before.
“Hey, give me that towel, will you?” He tossed me the towel and I arranged it on the floor in front of Heather. She got on her knees, cushioning them with the towel, excited for what was to come, in more ways than one.
The sound of belts and zippers was almost deafening. Heather quickly had four men, four cocks, of various shapes and sizes before her. The men were all stroking themselves, looking at her lasciviously and getting erect.
By happenstance, they were pretty much arranged by cock size from left to right before her. The first was very handsome and fit, but his cock was only about 5 inches, maybe. The second and third in the line were pretty similar, about 6 or 7 inches and thick. Then, of course, there was the fourth, which had them all beat, and by a lot.
She apparently decided to work her way up to the challenge and started with the first and second, reaching out and grabbing their cocks and pulling them toward her. They were both rock hard as she took the smallest cock in her mouth, sucking it greedily while stroking the second. Each man reached down to her large tits, caressing them at first, but then aggressively squeezing them, pinching her large nipples.
“Fuck, I love these tits!” one stated. If she could smile with a cock in her mouth, I’m sure she did.
She switched to the other, sucking his balls before taking him in her mouth. She switched back and forth, sucking one and stroking the other, but the other two men were clearly feeling left out, standing there watching, stroking themselves. This was clearly a flaw in my “more the merrier” plan.
Tired of waiting, they moved closer. Heather instinctively shifted, taking the third in her mouth. She was almost ignoring the one with the huge dick. I wasn’t sure if she was nervous about taking him or saving the best for last.
Just then, I had an idea. There was a large couch nearby. I suggested we move over there to be more comfortable and be able to change positions. Heather looked at me with a puzzled look that said, “What are you up to???”
Neither she nor anyone else complained. Quickly, she was seated on the couch with the men standing in front of her. She went back to the first, smallest guy and was sucking him feverishly. I knew what she was doing… and sure enough, I heard, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
With that, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot a very impressive load of cum onto her tits. She smiled; he said, “Thanks!” with a smile. He stepped away, and she was presented with the two “medium” cocks in her face.
“Take them both, baby. Can you do that?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Never had two cocks in my mouth at the same time before, but I’m willing to try!” she said excitedly.
She indeed did have two cocks in her mouth at the same time, moments later. Each man had his hands on her—one grabbing her by the hair and controlling her head, another roaming her body, mostly her heavy tits. Her head being held firmly in place, they began fucking her mouth, and eventually throat, forcing their cocks deeper and deeper into her.
It wasn’t long before one of the two started to tense. Soon, he was cumming in her mouth. She didn’t love swallowing cum but she was putting on a show and swallowed every drop like a champ.
She was indeed putting on a show. Her sexy body, pretty face, servicing these strangers… had drawn a crowd. There had to have been 20? Maybe 30? People watching—mostly men but couples too.
She went back to pleasuring the men but paused to say, “I can’t suck two cocks at once if that’s one of them!” pointing at the immense cock before her.
“I have an idea,” the well-endowed guy said, lifting her and positioning her so she was on her hands and knees, her face near the arm of the couch, her sexy ass in the air toward the middle of the couch. He moved to stand at the end of the couch, his cock jutting in Heather’s face. He gestured to the guy she had been sucking to get behind her.
Now, her getting fucked by these guys had not been part of the plan; I hadn’t talked to her about that at all. I considered stepping in to stop it. But she was a smart, strong, confident woman. She knew what was about to happen, and if she didn’t want it, she would have stopped it herself.
She began sucking that huge cock. Swirling her tongue around the sizable head before going lower and licking and sucking his balls. It was as though she was worshipping it in anticipation of taking it down her throat.
Looking at it now, right in front of her face, frankly, I didn’t think she could do it.
“Fuck, her pussy is so fucking wet!” the guy behind her said as he was running the head of his cock between her folds.
Heather began taking the first few inches of that monster cock into her mouth, just starting to work it, when the guy behind her slammed his by-no-means-small cock into her cunt, driving it hard and deep, to the hilt.
“Oommph!” she exclaimed as well as she could, given her lips at that moment were filled and stretched by the extraordinarily thick cock in her mouth.
He began fucking her fast and hard, slapping her hot little ass, pistoning his hard cock in and out of her.
She did her best to continue sucking, but was being fucked so roughly she wasn’t able to do her best in that regard. She took the cock out of her mouth, stroking it in her hand while she enjoyed her pussy getting pounded.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” came from his mouth. Unsurprising given how intensely he was fucking her. He grabbed her hips and drove in very deep, holding her there, filling her cunt with his cum. Having claimed his prize, he moved away.
“Are you gonna get serious now about sucking my cock?”
“Hell yes I am!” And she took him in her mouth again, sucking hard, cheeks hollowed, taking about ⅓ of his manhood into her mouth while stroking the remainder and caressing his sack.
The lady from the hot tub moved and stood next to me, still clad in only a towel.
“She’s some slut!” she said nonchalantly. She hadn’t said it as an accusation—more an observation. Maybe even a compliment? Still, it kind of stung.
“No, she’s not, but she likes being slutty sometimes. That’s different. She loves it. I love it too.”
“More men should be like you, checking their ego in favor of pleasing the woman they love anyway they can. But you deserve some fun too, no?”
She was now pressing her body against mine, her arm around my waist, pulling me in. I turned to look at her. She was gorgeous, sexy—particularly given her attire. I didn’t think; I just acted. I turned to face her. I kissed her. I gave the gentlest tug to the towel, and it fell to the floor, revealing an incredibly sexy body. Firm breasts, shaved pussy, and a tight little ass.
My hands explored her body, squeezed her tits, ran my hands down and squeezed her ass. She wasn’t shy either, finding the bulge in my pants, tracing my already hard cock with her fingers.
She sank to her knees before me. “Your wife is sucking my man’s cock; seems only fair I suck yours…”
Soon she freed my dick from its confines, stroking it before taking me between her lips.
I looked over at Heather. She was sucking that big cock with great skill, clearly enjoying it even as he had his hands wrapped in her hair, face-fucking her.
We made eye contact for a moment—stranger’s cock in her mouth, mine in a different stranger’s mouth. This too had not been discussed. Me getting a blowjob from another woman wasn’t the plan either. She smiled at me—well, smiled with her pretty eyes as her face was otherwise in use. I smiled back.
I felt nothing but love for her at this moment. No jealousy. We were getting and giving pleasure to one another in this situation, much more than the strangers occupying our bodies. It was fun… and hot.
It was too much for me, though, in another way. This pretty lady had cock-sucking skills, too. The combination of her skills and watching my wife being such a dirty girl drove me over the edge.
“I’m going to cum!” My cock being in this lady’s mouth, I felt as a gentleman it was appropriate to give a warning. She didn’t let up at all and I erupted, shooting my load. She seemed to enjoy it. Licking her lips and swallowing with a cheeky grin, she rose to her feet and kissed me. I thanked her.
“No, thank you!” she said, smiling at me once more.
We both returned to watching our partners’ show, joining probably 30 others enjoying the spectacle.
Heather still wasn’t taking him all the way in. As I said, I wasn’t sure she could get its entirety down her throat given the unbelievable length and girth of that cock. But I thought perhaps the angle wasn’t helping. The guy must have had the same realization.
He pulled his cock out and roughly grabbed her, moving her onto her back with her head hanging off the edge of the couch. She took the brief respite to look at me and smile, blowing me a kiss. I returned the kiss, smiling back, and mouthing, “I love you.”
She opened her mouth to receive his cock. He slowly slid it in. Deeper. Deeper. Pulling back for a moment before sliding it all the way in, all the way down her throat. I could see it in her throat as it was stretched by that massive member. He just held it there for a long time. I could see tears forming in her eyes. I thought about objecting but just then he pulled it all the way out for a moment, letting her relax. She had an absolute grin on her face. She again looked at me. The look on her face was a combination of “I did it!” and “I want more!” I returned the look. I was truly proud of her and wanted her to know it.
She didn’t have to wait long as he returned his cock to her mouth and to her throat. He was fucking her throat now—slowly but fully. Giving her an occasional break but clearly using her for his pleasure. Both were clearly loving it.
She lay on her back, legs wide, with one leg on the couch, the other with her foot on the floor. Her pussy was fully exposed. Glistening with lust. Inviting.
A heretofore spectator began undoing his pants, preparing to accept the unspoken invitation. Yet again, I considered intervening. He was young and handsome. He also had a very nice cock. I determined she’d be okay with it.
He got between her legs and started to slide his cock into her sloppy cunt, dripping with a combination of her juices and the cum of the guy who fucked her earlier.
She startled for a moment at the unseen, unexpected intrusion but began to moan in response to the added pleasure of this young man fucking her.
This went on for a few minutes before the guy in her throat said, “I need to fuck that sweet pussy!”
He again moved her, lifting her to standing. His strength was such he did so easily.
The young man’s disappointment was quickly abated when he instructed him to sit on the couch. He pushed Heather to bend over. Soon she had the young man’s cock in her mouth and was feeling that massive cock’s head pressing against her pussy lips from behind.
She’d been fucked by two guys already. Her pussy could not have been more lubricated. Nonetheless she had a bit of fear taking him inside her.
He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t go slow. He shoved his cock deep into her in one stroke. Her mouth released the cock; she braced herself as he pounded his cock into her.
She let loose a stream of expletives in a lusty tone. “Fuck! FUCK! Yes! Fuck me! Just like that! Don’t stop!”
He obliged. The sounds emanating from her were a mix of pleasure and pure animal lust.
The young man beneath her looked disappointed but sat stroking himself, playing with her tits, and enjoying the live porn show.
The man behind her continued fucking her, quickening his pace and force. Their bodies, slapping together. He was being rough. He pulled her hair. He spanked her ass until it was beet red.
An orgasm ripped through her. She cried out again, “Oh fuck!” Her face contorted in pleasure.
Finally, he pulled out. One more time, he repositioned her so she was seated on the couch next to the young man. He came all over her tits and face. The size of his load was befitting of the size of his cock. She was covered in his cum. She smiled. “That was fun!”
Her post-orgasm trance ebbed, and she noticed the young man next to her was still stroking his very hard cock.
“Oh! I’m sorry, sweetie! You kinda got left out!”
“It’s okay, but can I get off too?”
“Of course, sweetie!” she replied, kneeling above him and taking yet another cock into her mouth.
All this was too much for me. I was rock hard again and I wanted to join the show. I took position behind her and slid my cock into her. Again, she startled, looked back, and smiled. “Oh! Thank you, baby! You know your cock is my favorite!”
Now, I knew that wasn’t exactly true… but I also knew she meant it. I began fucking that messy cunt. The term “sloppy seconds” came to mind, and I inwardly laughed, remembering it wasn’t even “seconds” in this case. In spite of the ravaging she’d taken, her pussy was still tight around my cock.
I fucked her while she sucked the young man’s dick. It didn’t last too long. Almost simultaneously, we both came, filling her mouth and pussy with cum at the same time.
She collapsed on the couch. Spent. Used. Satisfied.
“Show’s over,” I said with a laugh. The men and spectators moved away.
I quickly got her a drink before taking her by the hand and leading her out to the hot tub.
We sat silently for quite a while, processing our own thoughts. At some point, she took my face in her hands, turning my face to hers.
She almost whispered, “I love you, babe. Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure. I love you too,” I said, adding with a wry grin, “You have skills, my love—impressive!”
We kissed. Passionately.
“Babe? Would you make me cum again? You’ve given me so much already, but you know I love you doing that the best.”
She raised herself up out of the water, positioning her bare ass at the edge of the tub, parting her legs for me.
I moaned hungrily as I examined her pussy. It was destroyed—red, swollen, gaping.
I kissed it gently, running my tongue gently along her lips before concentrating on her clit. It didn’t take long; she came hard, grabbing my head and pulling me into her as she threw her head back. “God, baby, no one gives me pleasure like you!”
“I know, baby. In more ways than one.”
She settled back down in the water, resting her head on my shoulder.
A moment later, two men approached the tub. Both already nude with half-hard cocks.
“Can we join you?” one asked.
“Of course!” I said. “The more the merrier!”
As they slid into the warm water, Heather’s hand stretched out towards yet another cock…
