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When I arrived back at the room, bottles of wine in tow, Shannon was finishing up her make-up in the mirror. I have to say, even though I'm prejudice, she looked stunning in a knee-length black dress that was low cut in the back, matcjng black stockings with 3 inch heels. I had not seen this dress before but surmised that she must have bought it specifically for the trip.

I kissed her gently on the back of the neck and allowed her shoulder length brown hair fall back in place. She stared back at me with her peircing blue eyes and suggested that I take a shower and I dutifully complied. My cock sprang back to life as I resisted the temptation to ease some of the tention by pounding out a load. Now, I have never been to a swinger's party and was relatively sure that Shannon had not either. The excitement of not knowing what to expect had my hormones in overdrive.

While dressing, I asked Shannon what she meant by, "Not exactly" a swinger's party. She told me that I was just going to have to wait and see. She told me that she was sure that it was going to be fine and I had no choice but to believe her.

"Besides," she began looking directly at my semi-hard cock, "From the looks of things, some part of you is really looking forward to going."

I blushed and stated, "Hey, I can't help it. It's got a mind of it's own. I have no idea what is going on anyway. You seem to know everything and your not telling."

With that, she raised up her dress, put one leg on the chair, and exposed her black thong. She pulled her panties to the side and slid two fingers into her soaking wet c*nt. Sliding them in and out a few times to demonstrate how wet she was, she admitted, "Your's is not the only one."

Walking to Bill and Rebecca's suite gave ample opportunity for us to cool down. We were greeted at the door by Rebecca who could harly contain her glee at our arrival.

"Aweome," she exclaimed, "so happy ya'll could make it. Come on in". She showed is into the suite and it was magnificent. To our immediate left was a guest bathrom. To the right was a dining room table complete with eight chairs. In front of us was a huge living area with two couches and two overstuffed chairs. She ushered us in and began introductions, "Over there on the couch is Amanda and Peter (who simply waved) and this is Jack and Kat." Jack got up and shook both of our hands and his wife followed suit. "Ya'll remeber Bill," she continued pointing to the web bar where Bill was busy filling drink orders.

Amanda and Peter both appeared as apprehensive as Shannon and I. Peter was tall , 6'2" or so and his wife was easily the tallest woman there, 5'10". She had long light brown hair and gave the faint impression of being slightly hispanic. She was what I call "Xanax thin", 140lbs with perhaps A cup breasts. She sat crossed legged and wore a brown dress that furthered her hispanic impression. Peter, for what it is worth, looked like he came from money and had all the hallmarks of an ivy league graduate. Both appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties. Jack and Kat, however, were obviously older, perhaps in their mid-forties. Kat had naturally blonde hair that she appeared to make even more blonde to perhaps cover some premature greys. She was slightly taller than Shannon and a little heavier but she carried it well.

After a round of drinks or two, everyone seemed to be relaxing when Rebacca anounced that the evening's activities would begin at the dining room table. I have to admit, I wanted to fuck that world wind so bad. She was wearing a white dress that was cut so low that it barely contained those 36C fake tits. She had on 5 inch heals that made her calves pop as she strode across the carpet. I mean to say that she exuded sexuality with her every breath.

"The first game tonight is a friendly game of strip poker. Hey, this is Vegas after all." Rebecca explained the rules. The first rule is that no one is allowed to fold their hand and since the girls, all of them in dresses, were at an obvious disadvantage, should one of them have the worse hand, they had choices. She produced a stack of envelopes, each with an index card inside. The lady with a losing hand could chose an envelope instead of shedding their dress. This could be done three times. Shoes counted as one and away we went.

I have to say, I've seen some bad poker players in my day, but these guys were horrible. I mean even a pair of two's would ensure that you did not have to worse hand at the table. The first girl to lose a hand was Rebecca and she wasted no time losing her dress to the floor. Thigh high white lacy panty hose, white bra and white cheeky panties that exposed most of her tan ass.

"Damn, Becca," Bill pronounced with some astonishment, "You could have at least took a shoe off first."

"Oh, God," she moaned, "I couldn't wait to get that dress off. What's wrong, honey. You don't like." She bent down and grabbed her ankles exposing her ass and camel toe to everyone in the room with the girls hooting and hollaring the whole time.

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