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My wife and I decided to take a four night trip to Las Vegas to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. We reasoned that we had not had much time in the last 10 years to enjoy eachother's company and we certainly deserved to take five days away from the kids and the daily grind of life. We booked a suite and anxiously awaited out departure date.

My wife, despite the five children, has maintained remarkably well. She is 5'4" and 135lbs, 36B breasts with the greatest erect nipples. While not prudish, she does not tend to be the most adventuous or imaginative in the bedroom and it is usually incumbent upon me to bring new and exciting things. Despite my best efforts, we have, by all accounts, a pretty average sex life. We "get together" about once a week with most occassions being direct and to the point.

I found myself, while gazing out the airplane window, thinking about what new and exciting things we could do while in Las Vegas. The slogan "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" kept echoing in my mind like a chorus from a song that you can't stop singing no matter how hard you try. It seemed that every time my mind drifted to an idea that would excite me, I had to dismiss it reasoning that, Shannon, my wife, would never agree to it. Besides, I was not sure how I would feel about half of my fantasies if they became reality.

We arrived at the Bellagio at around 4PM and quickly decided that drinks at the bar would be the most appropriate way to begin our vacation. And so we sat, each with an adult beverage, making superficial conversation and trying our best to not bring the children and/or our jobs into our consciousness. I did, however, become subtly conscious of another couple sitting near the entrance to the bar. Their seemingly constant glances over to our table became a knawing curiosity for me.

"Casually look back at that couple sitting over by the entrance," I said to Shannon quietly as if we could be heard by anyone at the bar, "They keep looking over here. I wonder if they think they know us."

Shannon, casually, reached for her purse drapped over the back of her chair. When she looked back to me she simply shrugged her shoulders dismissively.

After another round or two of drinks and some appetizers, nature called and I finally had to excuse myself to the restroom. When I arrived back at the table, Shannon was actively engaged in conversation with the woman from the other table. She cheerful stuck out her hand and introduced herself to me.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca." She continued, "My husband and I couldn't help but notice that you guys looked like Vegas first timers. We use to have the same look. So, I thought I would come over and offer some suggestions on some things to do while you are here." She absolutely talked a mile-a-minute with a faint southern drawl as she motioned for her husband to come to the table.

Her husband, noticable more reserved, arrived at the table and introductions were exchanged. They sat down and shared a drink with us, talked about various things to do in Vegas and other small talk. Bill, her husband, seemed like a good ol' boy from the south, quiet except the occassional sharp witted comment or two. Rebecca, however, was a pistol. She was barely 5 feet tall, had obviously enhanced breasts and a personality to match their size. Everything she did, she did fast and you simply just had to hold on for dear life. So, it did not surprise me when she announced her own trip to the restroom, suggested that Shannon join her, grabbed her hand, and off they went.

Bill sat their smiling and apologetic smile and stated, "I dunno about that woman. You'd think I'd be use to it after 15 years but....."

When the girls arrived back at the table after what seemed to be an eternity, Rebecca began to gather her things, including Bill, stating, "So maybe we will see ya'll tonight. It was really nice to meet ya's. Have fun if we don't see ya's again." And, like a tornado, she was gone.

I looked inquisitively at Shannon and she said, "We've been invited to a small party in their hotel suite tonight."

I started to laugh and stated the obvious, "Swingers. I knew it."

Shannon replied, "Not exactly." Now, despite my confused look, Shannon did not elaborate. She simply stood up and asked that I pay the bill. She had an odd look about her that I had never seen and I took it as her being upset. In moment like this, I found, that it is best to do what she says and leave it at that.

We quietly explored the hotel for a bit and decided to head back to the room. Once we arrived, Shannon announced that she was going to take a shower and I settled down on the bed to watch some television. I swear, Shannon takes the longest showers known to man and I nearly fell asleep due to mixture of alcohol and boredom.

When she finally emerged, she asked, "Why don't you run down to that little store and get a couple of bottles of wine for the party tonight?" As she asked this, she let the towel fall to the floor and exposed her completely shaved pussy. She had not shaved off all of her pubic hair since we were in our mid-twenties instead opting for a neatly trimmed look. My dick instantly responded and my head began to swim. Almost absent mindedly, I grabbed my wallet and headed for the door.

I turned, just as I opened the door and questioned, "Are you sure?"

Now, I'm not sure is she was just being coy, but she replied, "About the wine, yes. See you in a few minutes." She clicked on the hair dryer and I slowly walked out trying my best to hide my raging hard-on.

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