Vegas Heat: One Crazy Day

My husband and I went to Vegas for a week; we needed to relax and take a break. After spending the day eating and walking around, we went back to our hotel room with drinks in hand. Our lovely suite had a great view of the Vegas strip. Did I mention this was all on the same day we arrived?

It was early, but I was tired; I couldn’t wait to shower and get in bed. We had both had a long, sweaty day in over 100-degree heat. I undressed, gathered my pajamas, and then enjoyed a luxurious half-hour in the glass sit-down shower. When I came out, my husband was unpacking our things.

“That can wait until tomorrow,” I said. I got into our king-size hotel bed and checked my phone.

“Well, you’re quick. You’re all ready for bed,” my husband said, then checked the time. “Isn’t it a bit early?”

“I’m tired. I thought you would be too.”

My husband laughed. “I am, but I’m excited to be here with you.”

“Me, too.” I smiled. “Wow, just look at that view.” I got up and went over to our hotel window.

My husband came over and wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like this for a few minutes, watching the sky color as the sun settled behind the Spring Mountains.

“It’s beautiful,” he said. “I’m glad we’re here.”

Unbeknownst to us, the fun was only just beginning!

His lips on my neck sent jolts down my spine. Suddenly, I wasn’t that tired anymore. I planted a kiss on my husband’s lips, and before I knew it, his hands were rubbing inside my underwear, and I was wet.

“Well, I guess I better shower now,” my husband said, pulling away and heading toward the bathroom.

What!? He had started this, gotten me all riled up, all the while planning to leave me to my own devices while he showered? He had me fuming. But all I said was, “Hurry up, please.”

My husband winked, then came back over and kissed me. It’ll just be a quick one,” he promised. He got undressed but told me to get back in bed. “I’ll make it fast,” he assured me again. He turned to walk away… but then he decided to do one more thing first. He didn’t undress me, just moved the crotch of my PJ shorts aside and started playing with my pussy. I let out ever-so-slight moans, throwing my head back as his hand worked its magic.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Tell me how much you like it.”

“A lot,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

My husband laughed, and his hand continued its assault. “Ohhhh,” I moaned, my excitement growing.

Yeah, you like that,” my husband said with a grin. “I’m going to make you cum.” He rubbed me faster, and I started to lose control.

“That feels so good.” My hips started to tighten and rise toward his hand.

“Yes, baby, cum,” my husband urged. Hearing this encourages me, and he knows it. I can’t stop myself from cumming when he tells me to over and over again.

Deep moans kept welling out of me. “Baby, that feels good.” When my husband inserted two fingers into me while continuing to rub my pussy, I no longer cared how loud I got. “Fuck!” I cried out.

“Cum. I like seeing you cum for me,” my husband told me.

I felt the tension building up and knew it was only a matter of moments before I would find release. I clutched at the sheets.

“That’s right, baby. You like this?” my husband asked.

“Oh, my goodness.”

“You like it when I rub your pussy?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Let’s get this show on the road, then,” my husband said, his voice dripping with anticipation. He shifted his weight and began to grind against me, his movements becoming more forceful as my body responded. The heat intensified, and I moaned louder, my excitement growing with each thrust.

“Oh, yeah, baby, you’re making me crazy,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. He continued to grind, his hand moving rhythmically up and down my body, teasing me with every touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I lost all control as my body began to shake with each thrust. Tears streamed down my face as I pushed further, desperate for release.

My husband pulled back slightly, letting me catch my breath before resuming his assault. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he said, a smug grin on his face. He plunged back in, his movements more frantic now, as I desperately fought to maintain control. The sensation was exquisite, and I knew I was on the verge of an orgasm. My body was convulsing, and my moans intensified as I struggled to hold back the waves of pleasure.

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop!” I screamed, my voice raw with desire.

He kept grinding, pushing me closer and closer to the brink. My hips arched higher, and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I fought to maintain control. The heat was unbearable, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, and I lost all resistance. I let out a final, desperate cry as my body exploded with orgasm, my muscles clenching and releasing in a series of involuntary spasms. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I collapsed against my husband, clinging to him for support.

“Oh, baby, that was amazing,” he said, his voice husky with pleasure. He pulled back slightly, allowing me to catch my breath before resuming his assault.

As he continued to grind against me, I felt my body slowly returning to normal. The heat subsided, and my breathing became more regular. But even as I regained control, I couldn’t help but feel the lingering effects of our intense encounter. My body was tingling, and my mind was racing with thoughts of our shared pleasure.

“You’re a good girl, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling my ear. “Let’s do it again.”

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that our little fling in Vegas was just the beginning of a very passionate relationship.

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