Vegas Holiday

What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.

I'm wide-eyed awake lying in bed, listening to the snoring serenade coming from Todd. Unable to sleep, concerned I may have forgotten something, I'm mentally repacking our suitcases for the Vegas trip in a few hours. Frustrated, groaning I fling the covers aside. I sit on the edge of the bed, sigh deeply, grabbing my pillow, I head for the sofa.

I really have no interest in this holiday. Todd won a 5-day Vegas vacation, some sales promotion contest at his company. He made all the arrangements, "The trips free, we can splurge on shows." He said, he booked up the majority of our time with tours and shows each evening, without consulting me, he even chose the days for the trip, I had no input at all, not one iota, every decision was made by him. Oh ya, I had to do the laundry, pack, arrange everything with mom to take the boys, the school, the boys' activities, get insurance, get travelers cheques, exchange cash, etc. 'ARRRGGGHHH!' I have no desire to go.

Since the pandemic I've been in a funk, being told... you must comply... do this... don't do that... we need to... yada yada, yada; you must do... la da da. 'DAMN IT, I'm an adult not a child.

Todd tells me, Vegas, sin city, it'll be a fun holiday... I'm told... you need to set a limit... don't gamble above your means... careful of pick pockets... lots of scammers... be wary.

I don't recall the movie or the exact words; but I want to go outside and scream 'I'm mad as hell, and I won't take it anymore.'

I want some joy back in my life.

I've tolerated my existence, my marriage, because of my boys. Todd and I had issues before Covid quarantine, he never satisfied me sexually. I relied on lesbian trysts, mostly online hookups, once or twice a month. So, the quarantine made me depressed, my boys were my only happiness, but they too being cooped up, became bitter; everything got on my nerves. It's been 6 months and I'm wanting to take my boys move very far away and start a whole new life.

I lay on the sofa, trying to sleep, 4 hours to flight time, "UUUGGGHHH!" I punch my pillow, "Oh, hell, maybe I'll be able to sleep on the plane." I grumble to no one, get up and make coffee.

What can I do, I don't want to go, do I pull my son's trick, should I play sick. I giggle.

Todd's up, I hear him singing in the shower, he comes bouncing into the kitchen, "Morning babe,"

Damn him, I'm so tired, sucking on my second coffee, He's bright eyed and all gung ho.

"If you want, we can leave now, check in and have breaky at the airport." He takes a sip of my coffee.

Hell, I can't get out of going, maybe I can think of something on the plane. Here I go again, unhappy, but following along, like a good wife. I nod, he calls an uber.

I don't get to sleep on the plane, Todd's as excited as a 5-year-old on Christmas morning, he won't shut up, I considered changing seats; but its midday and it seems all 120 boisterous passengers got a good night's sleep and excited they are going to Vegas.

We get to the hotel around 4pm, Todd of course has booked an event, a magician supper club at 6. I'm so tired, I'm sweaty, frustrated; 'hangry.'

I flop on the bed. "Todd, you go, I don't want to, just let me sleep, my holiday can be 4 days of room service, sleeping, several bottles of wine maybe an occasional trip to the pool and more sleeping."

"Nora, its Vegas baby, so much to do, so much to see. Come on." He sits on the bed, his irritatingly bubbly voice, "Take a shower, once you get out there, you'll have fun."

{'No frikkin way I can fun, I'm too tired; damn it Todd, listen to me.'}

Yet again, I'm succumbing to Todd's wishes, I shower, we go to the show; I thoroughly enjoy the food and the wine is helping. Several times I catch myself drifting off during the show, I couldn't repeat anything I heard or watched. I fell asleep in the cab. Todd helps me to bed.

I slept until 9, Todd wasn't in the room, I went pee, he returned with coffee to go, in a paper cup and a bagel wrapped in a napkin.

"Hurry babe, our tour leaves in 30 minutes, the bus is outside."

'So, what, I never agreed.' I think as I shuffle towards the shower.

I'm toweling my hair, Todd's annoying voice, "C'mon Nora, 10 minutes." He's anxious, agitated, he takes out some clothes and is trying to help me dress.

"Ok, leave me alone, I just need to get dressed, I'll meet you outside." Todd leaves, I dress and as I enter the lobby, I get a brainwave, will he leave without me? Or stay? I move to the side, slouch down in a big chair behind a pillar, hiding, watching him. The tour bus is filling, Todd's pacing, looking back for me; a huge grin appears on my face as he steps on the bus. 'YESS'

I return to our room, put on my one-piece swimsuit; I'm uncomfortable about my stretch marks and slightly flabby tummy, cover up with a flowery summer dress and go to the restaurant. I had a leisurely brunch of waffles and bacon with coffee; so peaceful and relaxing.

I saunter to the pool, pull off my dress and toss it on a lounge chair. I'm sitting on the edge of the pool kicking my feet in the water. I notice a woman sunbathing across the pool; she stands up, stretches, looks around. WOW, smoking hot body, gorgeous, neon pink string bikini, olive skin, likely Brazilian I think, black hair. She is headed my way, I can't help but stare, I lower my sunglasses to get a better look as she approaches. She has a sensuous sway, several diamond rings. Damn, she is stunning, perfection. I'm drawn to her crotch gap, camel toe.

{'I was lusting, excited by her; I'd love to do her.'}

I turn back to splashing with my feet. I recall my initial lesbian activity. I was invited to Claires birthday sleep over with 2 other classmates. We watched a movie, ate cake and ice cream, we were heading to Claire's bedroom when we heard noises in her older sister Megan's room. Claire peeks in; "they're doing it." We all look, they're both naked, Megan's legs are spread wide, and Mary's older sister Betty is shoving a cucumber into her. Mary opened the door and rushed to the bed kissing Megan's tit. I was in shock, dumbfounded, no clue what was going on.

Claire dropped her clothes as she crossed the room and began licking Betty's butt. I'm standing in the doorway, stunned, frozen. Beth removed her jeans and lowered her bottom onto Megan's face. I felt an unfamiliar tingle in my crotch, I stare intently at the naked girls on the bed, all moaning, sighing. My nipples harden, my fingers touch my boob, I shiver at the thrill of this new sensation. Curious, I put my fingers down my pants, I shuddered, the sensitivity of my fingers touching my crotch is exciting. Claire saw me, got off the bed, came to me, kissed me, her fingers undo my pants and shoved them down. She pushed me onto the bed, her lips sucking my tit, her fingers playing with my nether region. It felt great, I soon had an overwhelming reaction; I later learned that was my first orgasm.

'Damn I haven't thought of that in years.'

I look around; the sexy Latin woman is stretched out on a lounge chair right behind me. A towel draped across her eyes, my view is straight up her smooth, shiny thighs to that enticing puffy, pronounced, camel toe, her tiny bikini top appears to be resting loosely on top of her areoles as the majority of her marvelous mounds are exposed from this angle.

Lewd thoughts flood my mind.

{'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'}

I haven't had any orgasm for weeks, no lesbian dates, no masturbation.

As for Todd, he prematurely ejaculates when I'm barely aroused. I recall when I bought that black negligée, I put it on in the bathroom, his erection grew the moment he saw me enter the room. I teased him, playing with myself as I crossed the room. As I squatted over him, he came, I never touched him, he was always one and done.

He's a good dad, a decent provider, but everything else he's a dud, so for the boys, I'm still with him.

I'm ogling her, I'm aroused, should I go to her, boldly ask for a lesbian liaison. What's the worst-case scenario, she says no.

I stand.

{'Nora, really, are you seriously doing this?'}

I turn toward the hotel, walk directly to the bar. "Two shots of Tequila and a Tequila Sunrise please." As the bartender is pouring, I survey the area, 2 women right here by the bar, 2 couples several chairs further back behind where she is. I sign my room number.

{'Liquid courage'}

I down both shots and head back to the lounge chair with my cocktail. I sit on the chair beside her ogling her sensational body. She must sense my presence as she moves the towel from her eyes, shades her eyes from the sun with her hand, looks up at me and smiles. I pick up my bottle of sunscreen, and she shakes her head. "En." I look at her puzzled.

"En seeenhora." She sits up, opens her bag, shaking her head, holds out a container to me. She shakes her finger at the sunblock, takes it and tosses it aside, then opens her container, dabs a little on her finger, touches my lips. Its minty, and tingles. She nods, dribbles some on my shoulders and begins massaging, spreading it. She moves beside me, twisting me "Deixe que eu." I realize she is speaking Spanish or something similar. She dribbles more and begins moving it around my shoulders, on my back. She stands, bends over her butt barely inches from my face.

{'Gawd, how I want to grab her waist, bury my face, between those round butt cheeks.'}

She stands, places a folded towel at my feet. She puts a hand on each of my knees and pushes them apart, she kneels on the towel. I'm a little surprised at her boldness and almost intrusive act; but excitedly pleased. I peer into her gorgeous brown eyes, she smiles, and I relax, awaiting her next move, hoping it's salacious.

"Você gosta" she says. I shrug my shoulders, "English."

"Hohkay, eu sou Portageeze." She responds as she puts oil into her palm. "Ola, eu sou Estella," she points to herself, then spreads the oil on my exposed upper chest.

"Ola, Nora." I nod. She dribbles a liberal amount on my upper legs and begins at my knees and goes down and around, massaging my calves. She dribbles more this time her fingers are slow and more deliberate on my upper and inner thighs. The minty tingling sensations are very stimulating, like an arousal cream. She lingers longer than just spreading the oil, to my delight, her fingertips ever so slightly go under the hem of my suit. Her tongue appears and swipes across her upper lip. Our eyes lock, in a trance, like we started a staring contest. She slides the right side of my suit off my shoulder, puts her right hand under my suit and touches my nipple. She repeats the procedure with her left hand, my suit lowered. Her fingers smear the cool minty oil on both areoles, titillating my nipples. Estella dribbles a little more on my thigh, her fingers gather the liquid and slide under my suit, lubricating my already wet labia.

Her tongue comes out again, extends fully, down her lower lip then slowly, seductively up, as high as can reach on her upper lip, nearly touching her nose, then quickly flicks it several times. I understand the implication, and also now realize why she knelt so close, she's blocking the view of any onlookers behind her. She again does the tongue down out and up. I nod, my fingers gently tweak her nipples. I respond with a similar tongue flicking action. I let her fingers explore, she touches my clitoris, and I sigh, closing my eyes, my hand covers hers in acceptance.

She reaches beside me gets another towel and drapes it across my lap. She maintains eye contact, puts her thumbs under my suit squishes my lips together, I moan pleasurably. She rubs up and down still pinching my labia. I look around, no one is watching us, I groan as she presses her thumbs on both sides of my clit, as if trying to pop a zit. The tingling of the mint oil, the provocative nature of this public sex act, her beauty, I am reeling, lightheaded and steamrolling rapidly toward an orgasm. She recognizes my demeanor and furiously rubs my clit, I lurch, my body tenses; quivering, I climax. I fight back a loud cry and a kitten like squeak emits; gasping, squeezing my thighs trapping her hands between my thighs. I lean forward my hands on her shoulders, I moan and release her hands. "Gracious." I murmur; unsure if that's correct.

"Obrigado." She smiles. "Seja bem-vindo." She adds.

"Room." I say. She looks at me puzzled I show her my room card.

"Sim," she nods, Sim."

I chug my Tequila Sunrise, adjusting my suit and stand, I realize I have a wet spot in the crotch; fuck it, I don't know anyone here.

We move across the pool deck and exit together. I feel sexy, strutting beside Estella, my swagger is intentional.

James Brown, 'Wow, I feel good... I knew that I would now... I feel good,' plays in my mind. I shimmy a little happy dance, I silently sing as I walk; I haven't felt this good in years. "So good, uhh huhh, knew that I would" I semi squat, a twist, dance move. I chuckle as we arrive at the elevators. 2 other couples enter with us, both elderly, wealthy I presume at first glance; viewing the floor buttons, we are on a higher floor.

"Ooohh," I let out a little squeal as Estella pinches my bum. One of the ladies gives me the evil eye, I chuckle and wink at Estella. Loud enough for all to hear, "I think she's jealous, likely been celibate for decades." I hear someone giggle. They exit and I turn to Estella kiss her fully on the lips, my tongue searches for hers, my fingers lift her bikini to fondle her boob. The bell dings, we move to my door. I place my card in and push open the door. I drop everything I was carrying, pull both strings on her bikini, admiring her voluptuous body as the fabric falls.

I marvel at her beauty, wishing to worship her, to fall to my knees and taste her; but Estella forcibly pins me up against the wall. Our mouths attach, I pull my suit off my shoulders and tug it down and kick it off, our hands roam, exploring, languish over each other's body.

Lust raging through me, I wriggle free and toss myself on the bed. Estella, lays beside me, I suck on her tit, they are firm, larger than mine, round globes with very dark areoles and long hard nipples. I roll her onto her back, fingers on her tits, I start a tongue trail lower, my mouth moves slowly downward, placing tiny kisses across her abdomen my tongue teases her belly button, before moving lower.

My fingers open her wet pussy lips, the contrasting dark brown skin tone, her black edged labia, the glistening bright pink surface of her inner lops is additionally enticing.

My forefinger lightly massages the slick, smooth inner surface, her intoxicating aroma filling my nostrils, it's strong, sexy, powerful, I make an elongated lick from perineum to clitoris, flicking her large, engorged nub, she moans raucously, her fingers comb into my hair. I'm rolling her taut nipples like radio knobs, her hips begin a slight rhythm.

My finger slides in. She holds up 2 fingers "dois." She murmurs, I nod and insert a second finger, she sighs as my tongue tickles her clitoris, fingers searching.

I've located her g spot and her breathing changes; her hips roll with my finger action. I nibble her labia, and clit. She is delicious, scrumptious, sweet, savory, I lick up as much juice as I can.

"UUUNNgggghhhh!" She cries out, her body stiffens, she gasps forcing her hips up, my head held by her hands, twerking she mashes us together, she quivers again. Wow that was quicker than I expected. She pulls me up, devouring my mouth, embracing me, hugging tightly, her leg pushes between my thighs. She rolls us over, shifts position, lifting my leg, she kneels, mashing our pussies together. She adjusts so our clits are rubbing together, she's tribbing me, I know of it, but never done it, it's salacious, she moves ever so slightly, our cunts making a squishing sound, almost sucking against one another. She's holding my leg high, thrusting gingerly against me, her pace quickens. I'm building to climax, the sensations are erotic, new, very arousing; when Estella all but stops; barely moving. Gently, unhurriedly, tightening her pelvic muscles; grinding her hips against mine, our pussies making slurping, sucking sounds; her head falls back she groans. Wiggles her torso, gasps, and falls to the bed. I'm on the verge, nearly ready to cum, she just had another great orgasm; I'm wanting more, I feel greedy I expected several multiples.

'don't leave me like this, damn it Todd always left me like this.'

Damn it I'll have to do it myself; I spread my legs wide, stuff 2 fingers in my cunt and begin massaging my clit with my other hand.

Estella moves between my thighs, her fingers replace mine, her tongue titillate my lips, sucking my fleshy flaps into her mouth the edges being teased with her tongue. She finds my g spot and settles into a steady plunging rhythm.

"AHHHHH, YESSSS Estella. You know what you're doing." She doesn't understand me, but I feel better praising her.

I relax, allowing a pleasurable, mellow excitement to build.

"MMM Vegas Baby." It's several minutes of escalating bliss, I erupt.

"FFUUUCK YAAAA. YEESSSS." I pinch my nipples, twist them, my hips arch as Estella continues her rhythmic assault.

"EESSSSTELLLA MOORRRE, YEESSSSSS." I put my hands to her head rolling my hips, hoping she understands. She speeds up hitting my g spot harder, sucking on my clit.

"YYEEESSSSS, ESTELLLAAAA, YYEEESSSSSS." Oh, gawd she understands.

I am reveling in euphoria when I hear the door click. 'Nooooo, not now.' I think.

{Fuck, why didn't I chain the door.}

Todd enters.

I'm writhing, still in climax mode, I still need more, I grab her wrist, assist her to continue, "EESSSTELLLA MORRRE," hoping she isn't spooked and stops. I put my legs around her head trapping her to my cunt, humping.

Todd audibly gasps, seeing a woman between my legs, I speak first; loudly I exclaim, "Fuck off, Todd, go away, get out or sit down, shut up, and don't say a word."

Estella didn't stop, and I gratefully release my thigh grip and ecstatically I peak again.

"GGAAAAWWWWWD YYYYEESSSSSS" Hips twerking, I tug my tits,

"YYYYAAAAAAASSSSSSSS, MMOOOOORRRRREEE." I twerk to her pace,

"EEESSSSTEELLLLAAAAAAA" I swoon, my body spent, ohh I needed that last one, I groan. Maybe Todd watching made it more gratifying.

Loud enough for Todd, "Geezus, I needed that, years since I had a good orgasm thank you Estella." I realize she doesn't understand what I'm saying, so I tug her to me, embrace her tightly, caress her thick black hair, kiss her lips, I know she understands that. I flop back on the bed, spreadeagle, arms and legs wide. A deep sigh.

Estelle puts on her bikini and leaves.

Todd comes to the bed, "What the hell Nora, what was that?"

I sit up, the time to speak up has arrived. "That, Todd, that was me having some fun in Vegas, that was me having a god damn sensational, satisfying orgasm Todd." I get off the bed.

"That Todd was something you have never accomplished."

I stop at the entrance to the bathroom.

"That, Todd was something I damn well intend to get more of. I'm sick and tired of doing what others, especially you Todd, telling me what to expect of me, telling me, what, where and how I should be."

I lean to him, raging mad, "That Todd was me saying, I'm mad as hell," louder yet, "and I'm not taking it anymore."

I get in the shower and take a leisurely hot shower, I feel relaxed, good about myself, first time since; hmmm I don't remember when. I sit on the tiled floor the water raining down, I relish in the elation today's escapade has induced.

I return to Todd, a huge towel wrapped around me. "You're a great dad, and a good provider, I love you for that, but not much else; I need a sex life; something you fail at." I sigh, sit beside him, "I don't have a solution, I don't want to fight, I do however need to make some choices for myself."