Anniversary Trip (III) - Paula's Turn

	by RLM

This is the third installment of our trip to Las Vegas on the occasion of our 10th wedding anniversary. See the story "Tenth Wedding Anniversary" for the first part of the story and "Sex Slave Stripper" for the second part. --- RLM

	After my two days as my husband's "sex slave", our vacation cooled down quite a bit.  I still wore my sexy outfits, which attracted no end of male attention, but I was so sore from my evening as a "sex slave stripper", that two more days passed without anything worth writing about here.  The fourth night in Vegas was a different story, however.

	My husband had taken me to the late performance of one of the main shows on the Strip.  The place was packed.  The showgirls were stunningly beautiful and wore very little so I was pretty certain that I was outclassed for the evening.  After the lights had dimmed and everyone was engrossed in the show and the bouncing bare breasts of the women, I noticed a man sitting at the next table who seemed to be more interested in stealing glances at me than in the performers on the stage.  At first, I thought he was looking at someone seated behind us, but then I saw that his eyes were glued to my thighs.  He was staring openly, obviously not caring if I saw him doing it or not.  I still remember the shiver of excitement I felt when I realized that he was getting turned on by my legs.

	The fact that I really wasn't showing that much made it even more erotic.  I had on a short skirt, but it was only a few inches above my knees.  Of course, with my legs crossed, I knew that he was getting a pretty good view higher than that.  It was really turning me on.  We were in a crowded public Vegas club and I was sitting next to my husband.  Yet, it seemed that none of that bothered him.  He wanted to see my body and he was taking full advantage of my exposed thighs.  I felt a tingle of excitement course through my pussy.

	The show continued and so did the man.  He moved his chair around so that he had the best view possible.  By now, he wasn't even pretending to watch the show.  His eyes never left my legs. After 10 minutes or so, I got up the nerve to pull my dress a little higher.  Immediately, my unknown admirer became more interested.  I could see him straining to see as much as he could. I thought about his cock and wondered if he was hard.  

	My husband was oblivious of everything that was happening.  He couldn't take his eyes off the showgirls and the man at the next table couldn't take his eyes off my husband's wife.  He was staring straight up my dress.  I could see his eyes roaming over the entire expanse of my exposed thighs.  He looked into my eyes and smiled.  Then he licked his lips.  My cunt throbbed.

	Although I was very nervous that others would see me making a spectacle of myself and that the management might ask me to leave, I couldn't stop myself.  I was just too hot.  I pulled the dress even higher on my thighs.  The cool draft on the bare flesh above my stocking tops told me that he could now see all the way to my panties.  I let him stare for several minutes, inching my dress higher and higher as he watched.  It was almost up to my hips.  

	I uncrossed my legs.  The effect was immediate.  I could see his eyes drilling straight into my crotch.  He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at me, at my legs, my thighs and my crotch.  In fact, he was even leaning forward in his seat trying to see as much as possible.  I wondered if he could see the shadow of my pubic hair through my panties.  I held still letting him stare at me as long as he wanted.  I was getting extremely hot.  My clit was beginning to pulse and throb.

	I wanted him to see more!  Slowly, I let my legs drift apart, spreading myself ever so slowly... letting in more and more light so that he could see all of me.  He was looking right at my cunt now.  I spread wider.

	"It's a good show, isn't it", I heard my husband say. I was startled. I wasn't even thinking about the show.  All my attention was on the man across the aisle and on my pussy. 

	"Oh yes, it is", I gushed.  This seemed to satisfy my husband who went back to staring at the breasts of some showgirl.

	I looked at the man again. His gaze was locked on my crotch. I could feel the material of my panties becoming very wet as my juices seeped out.  I was hot..excited.  I wanted to pull my panties up into the slit of my cunt and let him see my pussy lips. I had a small orgasm which caused my clitoris to become very sensitive and throb against my panties.  He smiled at me, knowing from my reaction that I had cum.

	I was so embarrassed that I immediately pulled my skirt down and turned away.  I was blushing all the way to my toenails.  I was certain that Gordon must have become aware that his wife had had a climax, but he was too engrossed in the show to notice.  So was everyone else except the man at the next table.  He looked right into my eyes and motioned with his hands for me to pull up my dress again.  I tried to ignore him.  But he wouldn't take his eyes off of me and he continued to motion with his hands for me to pull the dress up.  I sat there getting hotter and hotter.  I could even hear my heart beating.  I felt like I might cum a second time without even touching myself.

	The man kept staring at me and finally I couldn't resist any longer.  I checked to make certain no one else was watching and then pulled my skirt back up.  When it was as far up as I could get it without standing up, the man began to openly stroke his cock through his pants.  His eyes never left my thighs, even for an instant.  I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them in the other direction.  Then I did it again.  He was rubbing himself harder now.  I wanted to watch him jack off.  I felt even hotter than I had felt stripping on the stage two nights before.  That was a strip club.  I was expected to take off my clothes.  This was a public showroom.  I wasn't supposed to spread myself like this. This made it incredibly kinky and hot.

	Of course, the man wanted to see more. He put his hands together and then spread them apart.  When I didn't respond, he did it several more times.  He was telling me spread my legs even wider, right there in the club while sitting beside my husband.  I couldn't stop myself.  I moved my thighs apart a good two feet and pulled the dress as high as I could so that he could see everything.  

	I was throbbing with heat, actually throbbing.  My pussy was so wet I could feel the juices seeping between the lips.  It was incredible.  The man was looking right at my pantie-covered cunt.  I arched my hips for him.  That made my clit throb even harder.  I felt like I might cum a second time at any moment.  I spread my legs further apart.  I felt like a total slut.  My clit wouldn't stop throbbing.  A second small climax vibrated through my vagina and clitoris. 

	For ten minutes, I kept myself spread for that guy.  I looked right at him and mouthed the words, "I'm cumming".  He got the message and moved his hand faster over his hard cock.  It wasn't enough.  I wanted him to see more.  I wanted him to see my cunt.

	Slipping my hand between my thighs, I pulled the crotchband of my panties to one side.  You can't imagine how soaked my panties were.  I was literally dripping.  I could feel the juices bubbling out of my vagina.  My hand was wet when I removed it and I could easily smell the aroma of my sexual heat in the air.  I was sure every man around us could smell me.  I knew the man could see part of my cunt now. His eyes bored into it.  Oh I was so damn hot.  I felt like he was fucking me with his eyes.  I wanted to lift my legs and put one of them on the table so he could see even more, but I didn't have the nerve to do that.

	I knew I wanted him to see everything. I whispered to Gordon that I had to go to the ladies room.  When I returned, my panties were in my purse.  I did the whole routine again.  First, I crossed my legs and only after the guy was almost begging me did I pull my skirt up to expose my thighs.  He was hot now, really hot, and that was making me just as hot.  His hand was stroking the shaft of his cock through his pants.  He kept motioning for me to spread my legs again.  At first, I resisted, although I wanted him to see me.  I watched him rubbing himself until my wetness was coating my thighs. When I opened my thighs,  I thought I could hear his gasp of surprise when he saw my bare cunt.  He grasped his cock even harder, his eyes drilling into my pussy.  My clit throbbed with excitement.

	I was so close to an orgasm, so incredibly close.  I wanted him to see even more.  I really hoped he could see my clit throbbing and the spasms opening and closing my hole.  I spread myself even wider.  He didn't have to ask or beg me anymore.  I wanted to expose myself for his pleasure.  I pretended to watch the action on the stage while keeping my legs spread wide.  Every few moments, I would glance at the man.  He never took his eyes off of my cunt and his hand never stopped moving up and down his cock.

	I knew I was about to have another orgasm and there was no way I could stop myself from doing the most sluttish things.  I was shocked to find myself putting one of my feet up on the lower rung of Gordon's chair.  With my leg lifted, he could see everything, even my asshole was exposed.  As my vagina contracted in a hard spasm, I arched my hips upwards, tensed my legs and had a powerful orgasm.  I couldn't suppress my groans of pleasure.  Fortunately, the music from the stage was so loud that no one heard me.  Repeated spasms were shooting through my cunt and juices were seeping out and running down my ass.  Reaching between my thighs, I squeezed my clit and began to stroke the shaft.  As I did it, I stayed spread for him.  I had my clit unhooded and the lips of my pussy spread apart.  It was so kinky and dirty to be doing this in a crowded club.

	At that point, the man got and motioned for me to follow him. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I had wanted to, which I didn't.  Gordon was so engrossed with the dancers, he didn't even notice when I left the table.  I followed the guy like I was in a trace.  As I walked through the casino, I could feel my cunt pulsing.  My legs were wet with my own juices.  Without speaking, he guided me into the elevator.  Inside, I kept squeezing my thighs together to put pressure on my clit.  Without a word, he opened my blouse and pulled down my bra exposing both breasts.  I throbbed harder when he lifted them out.  We reached the eleventh floor. The door opened and he guided my out of the elevator with both breasts exposed.  I tried to put them back into my blouse, but he batted my hand away.  A man came down the hallway toward us.  My mouth opened with excitement as my tongue shot out to lick my upper lip.  He stopped and stared at my tits.  The man I was with held me back and made me stop when we reached the other man.

	"Nice", he said. "She has really big tits", he remarked to the man who held my arm.  

	"Yes, she does.  Very big and her nipples are big too." 

	"Can I feel them?" 

	"Sure.  She doesn't mind.  It just makes her even hotter."

	I felt his hand close over my right breast, his finger circling the nipple.  Then he squeezed and I couldn't stop the moan.  His fingers closed on my nipple.  He pulled it and my cunt throbbed harder as I felt the thin stream of liquid sliding down my thigh.  Then both breasts were in his hands.

	"She doesn't have any panties on." 

	"No Shit? Really?" 

	"See for yourself."

	I felt his hand moving under my skirt.  Then he was moving up my thighs.  I knew he could feel the wetness.  When he touched my hardened, distended clit, my hole opened and throbbed.  I was being finger fucked.  His thumb strummed on my erect clitoris as his fingers churned in and out of my vagina.
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	When the show was over, I waited for Paula to return to our table.  I assumed that she had gone to the ladies room, but after most of the people had left the showroom and Paula still had not returned, I figured that she had gone back to our room because she wasn't feeling well.  However, when I checked my room, Paula was no where to be found.  I waited for nearly half an hour before giving up and going down to the casino to play poker.  I left her a note on the bed so she could find me if she came back while I was gone.

	The poker game was very favorable to me.  The casino does not play.  They simply deal the game and take a 4% cut of each pot.  So if your game is significantly better than that of the other players and you play conservatively to avoid simply transferring your money to the House, winning is certain with just average luck.  On this particular evening, I was having more than my share of the luck.  In addition, the other players were poor so things were going extremely well.  After two hours, I was several hundred dollars ahead and decided to call it a night.

	I returned to our room expecting to find Paula.  However, it was obvious that she was not there.  The note was still exactly where I had left it.  It was now close to 1 AM and I was considering calling the management to have her paged.  Then the phone rang.

	"Hello." "Mmmmm.. Hi, Honey." 

	"Paula. Is that you? Where are you?" 

	"Oohhh yeah..it's your wife, Honey. your hot little wife." 

	"What's happening? Where are you? Are you all right", I asked nervously. 

	"Unnnnnn. ooohhhhh. OOOhhhhh AAAhhhhhh." 

	I recognized the unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked.. my wife being fucked. "God.. You're being fucked, aren't you?"

	"UNGGGHHHHHHH.. AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OOOHHHHHHH!"

	"Where are you? Who's fucking you?" 
	
	"Guugggggggghhh.ah..ah.ah.ooouuuuuu... innnnnnn.. Innnnnnn"

	I realized my cock was hard as steel.   I unzipped my pants and opened my shorts.  It sprang out without my even toughing it. Precum was already oozing from the tip.  I listened to my wife grunting and moaning.  I could even hear the slapping of the man's body against hers.

	 "Oohhh , Honey. They made me take out my tits..OH OH OH OH.. Ungghh. Ahhhhh he's in meeeeee.  They took pictures and video of my naked tits... made me cup them ..pinch my nipples.. took close ups of my tits.   Aaaahhhhhhhhh... deeper.. He's in sooooo damn deep. GETTING FUCKED."

	I began to jack off furiously, my cock throbbing in my hand.

	"Aahhuugh AHHUGH.. UGH.  They made me spread.. had to spread wide open for them.. skirt up to my waist.. tits out.. OOHHHH GOD DAMN.. your wife's cunt was exposed.. took more pics of my cunt and asshole.. uggh.ghhaaaa...FUCKING MEEEEEE...FUCKING YOUR WIFE.."

	I was about to cum. There was no way I could stop.

	"Oh.Oh.. Had to put...ooohhhhhh..to put...JEEZZZZ... INNNNN MEEEEEE. GHHAAAAAA.."

	"Is he fucking your in your cunt?  In your asshole?  Oh god. tell me.  Where are you being fucked?  Which hole?"

	"Aaaaaahhhhhh.. both.. both holes...ASS.. CUNT.. UGGHHH.. They made me put dildos in my cunt.. in my asshole and masturbate while they took pictures and video.. I came.. hard.. they took close ups of my clit throbbing...then they made me strip naked except for my high heels..  ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.. OOOHHHH HONEY.THEY'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE.  GOD I'M BEING FUCKED. UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!"

	"How many?  How many men are fucking you?"  The cum spewed out of my cock in a huge gush landing all over the carpet a few feet away.

	"Two men.. huge cocks.. Just huge hard cocks.. in my cunt.. in my ass.. one under me.. in my cunt.. another behind me.. he's ramming me in the ass.. Your wife's ass and cunt are being fucked, Honey.  They took more video of each other fucking your wife.. Now they're both in me.. both holes. .. oohhhhhhhhh god..I'm about to cum again..gonna cummmmmmmm..."

	"AAAIIIIEEEEEEE..YESSSSSSSS...  DO MEEEEEEE... CUM IN MEEEEE... SHOOT IN MY HOLES...UUGHHHHHHHHH... I'M CUMMINGGG.."

	Then a male voice was on the phone.  "Go on to bed, Gordon. We're going to fuck your wife all night.  Her cunt and asshole are really hot and tight.  Well, not so tight as they were, but she's still good.  I'm in her asshole... really tight hot hole.  Even though it's full of cum.  Don't worry. We'll take good care of her. She'll be back in the morning.  Get a hooker and unload in her. We'll be unloading in your wife all night.

The phone went dead. 

RLM

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