I d been working fourteen hour days for several months on an important business deal. My wife, Christine, had been jammed trying to keep up with an insane real estate market. Time together had become nothing more than the occasional glimpse of Christine running madly around the house before she left for work. I couldn t remember the last time I d slept for more than three hours and was pretty sure the same was true for her. It seemed like we were both exhausted, never mind having time for sex.
After I sealed the deal at work and Christine closed on a huge sale, she suggested escaping to Las Vegas for a few days. At first, I wasn t that enthusiastic. All I d wanted was some of the sleep I d been craving. And Vegas certainly wasn t the first place I thought of for rest and relaxation, but she really wanted to go, so I agreed.
The flight from Burbank was short, and we were soon being shuttled from McCarran Airport to the Riviera Hotel. On the way up the Strip, a mobile billboard stopped beside our bus. It was emblazoned with the slogan, We deliver Pleasure.
Look at that, Christine said, motioning toward the sign. An escort service that sends a girl right to your hotel room.
I checked out the billboard s picture of a larger than life blonde with breasts that were bigger than the back end of my SUV. They have to call it an escort service because prostitution s illegal in Vegas, I whispered. I remembered seeing this on TV, and it stuck with me. What could be more ironic than prostitution being against the law in Sin City?
Christine smiled at me with an odd spark in her eye, but said nothing more. I had no idea what was in her head, but I was too tired from traveling to try to figure it out. Before long, we were checked into our hotel suite.
We woke up early the next day, and after breakfast, Christine suggested going to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay, but I wasn t up to it. That was fine with her because what she really wanted to do was shop at Fashion Show Mall. Her plan sounded good to me because I wanted take a long, leisurely nap without any interruptions. So as soon as she left, I stripped, propped some pillows behind my head and nodded off.
Many hours later, I thought I was dreaming the knock at the door, but came awake when it grew louder and more persistent. Who s there? I asked.
I couldn t understand the garbled reply and called out again with the same result. Naked, I shuffled to the door and barely opened it.
Yeah? I didn t feel the need to be polite to whoever had violated my sleep.
Are you the party who called for an escort? asked a woman. It was a husky, yet somehow familiar voice. I m here to deliver your pleasure.
Now I was convinced that I was still asleep. Uh, no, you have the wrong room, I mumbled without looking into the hallway.
This is the room number I was given. The voice was so warm, so sultry, I almost didn t recognize it, but its seeming familiarity had piqued my interest. You are Mr. Smith, aren t you?
There was no mistaking it, that voice belonged to my wife! Christine? I asked, jolted awake by the realization.
Oh yeah, I m Christine, if that s who you want me to be, she purred. And I m also the lover of your dreams. My wet dreams, if the standing ovation from my cock was any indication.
Come on in, I said, opening the door completely.
The woman waiting in the hall was a heavenly creature, so very different from the Christine I knew, but with that familiar light shining in her eyes. Her brown tresses were covered by a stylishly coiffed blonde wig, its bounty of curls tumbling over her shoulders. She wore a long, silky duster in Ferrari red, so unlike Christine s usual colors of gray and navy blue. My wife is gorgeous even without makeup, but her shadowed eyes and heavily glossed lips accentuated her natural beauty and caused a tremor in my cock. This woman who I d known for years was suddenly showing me her incredibly sexy side, the one we had somehow forgotten while preoccupied with life s responsibilities.
When I reached for the belt that barely held her coat together, Christine pushed my hands away. Now, now, she said teasingly. The customer s pleasure always comes first. She put a special emphasis on comes that made my dick jump.
Christine, what s going on?
Are you ready to play with me, Mr. Smith? She stepped closer and ran a fingertip from my chest to my navel. Will you let me escort you to pleasure?
How could I possibly turn her down? Besides, I was as curious as hell to see where she was going to take this game.
Uh, yes. Mr. Smith, that s me. Uh, I m the one who called for an escort. I cleared my throat so that my voice sounded normal and tried to play along. But I ve never done this before. How do we begin?
All you have to do is relax, and let me take care of everything. You gave explicit instructions when you placed your order, Mr. Smith. She stepped even closer, and I caught the whiff of an unfamiliar perfume which was rich and spicy. Are you ready to put yourself in my hands? There was nowhere else I d rather be.
Smiling, Christine walked me over to the bed. Why don t you lie down and make yourself comfortable. She didn t have to ask twice. I lay down on my back and laced my fingers behind my head. That s it, now close your eyes, Christine whispered, and enjoy my touch. A flurry of goose bumps blossomed all over my skin as she lightly ran her fingertips over my eyelids and down my face.
Is this something I requested? I asked, keeping my eyes shut as her feather light touch traveled down my legs and back up to my chest.
No, Mr. Smith. This is just to put you at ease, to help you relax for the pleasure that s still to come. My stiff dick was anything but at ease. Does my touch please you?
Oh yeah, I murmured, surprised that the mere feel of her fingertips teasing my chest could get me so aroused. Not being able to see gave me an entirely different feeling. Even though I trust my wife completely, not knowing what to expect was making me a little apprehensive and a whole lot excited.
It seemed as if all my other senses were working overtime as she continued to taunt me. I shivered when her clever hands continued down past my groin and my legs before tickling my toes. I felt her warm breath on the sensitive head of my cock as she said, Mmm, you look delicious, Mr. Smith. What would you like me to do next?
Suck me, I groaned. Her unfamiliar blonde curls tickled my flesh as she moved closer to my aching dick. Still keeping my eyes closed, I ran my hands through her hair, losing myself in its unfamiliar texture as I gently moved her head to my eager penis.
My job is to please you, she whispered, her hot breath hitting my cock, which made it feel as if her very words were caressing my shaft. She then used the tip of her tongue to probe the tender skin under my sac. Her mouth sent shock waves all through my body, and my dick grew thicker and harder in her expert hands.
I couldn t remember the last time Christine had given me a blowjob, and I was having a tough time controlling myself. I almost exploded in her face when she brought her lips to the head and lapped up the dollop of cream that had developed on the tip.
Do it, Christine, take all of me, I groaned, so loudly that I was almost shouting.
As you wish, Mr. Smith, she replied.
Palming my balls tenderly, almost reverently, Christine massaged them while sliding my straining erection in and out of the wet heat of her mouth. A jolt of electricity ripped through me.
I reached out to feel the curve of her showgirl worthy breasts. With my eyes still closed, I lost myself in the fantasy of this perfumed escort who had her slick lips wrapped around my cock and was sucking me with the skill of a consummate professional.
I opened my eyes to focus on her glossy red lips wrapped around my shaft. Her perfectly manicured hands were busy working my balls, and she did not object when I opened her coat so I could see her glorious breasts as she slowly sucked me off.
Christine slid out of the jacket to reveal her voluptuous cleavage, which was nearly spilling out of her black lace bra. After years of seeing her wearing sensible white nylon, this sexy bra was a sight to behold. It showcased her soft mounds of flesh, creating a tempting vision of loveliness, which was served up for my pleasure with its low cut demi cups. She curled against me on her side and drew my cock into her mouth to the root as she continued to toy with my balls.
Fortunately, her bra fastened in front, and I was able to quickly pop it open. Do you want to see my breasts, Mr. Smith? Christine asked, barely moving her head away from my pulsing dick. She pushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, before tossing the dainty lingerie to the floor.
Yeah, that s better, I told her.
She turned toward me so I could get a good look at her pendulous breasts. The full, soft globes were tipped with tempting brown points. I couldn t take my eyes off that pillowy flesh as Christine lowered her face to my shaft once again. She ran her tongue up and down my erection, outlined its head, then took it slowly into her mouth, teasing me nearly beyond endurance. Her throat felt as tight as a virgin s cunt. I m so close finish me off!
Her fanny bounced up and down in sync with the movements of her mouth. She snaked her hand up my chest and lightly pulled my hairs, sending tingles coursing straight to my dick.
Oh God, I m going to burst, I told her and saw an excited gleam in her eyes. I rolled one of her nipples with my fingers and felt it harden into a tiny pebble as she moaned around my shaft. The vibrations felt sublime, and I closed my eyes to prepare for orgasm.
Christine s mouth sucked harder, her tongue licked faster, and her throat took me deeper than it ever had before. Her delicate hand closed around my balls and massaged them roughly, sending me into a frenzy. I couldn t hold on any longer.
My head spun, and everything went black even though my eyes were wide open. I screamed out loud with my release. Normally, Christine doesn t swallow, but my sexy escort knew my every fantasy and greedily drank down my creamy semen, licking her lips and every inch of my cock to be sure she got it all.
Barely able to breathe, I don t know how long it was before I came back down to earth. Christine s head rested on my chest, and I kissed her forehead and then her mouth, savoring the remnants of my own taste on her lips and tongue.
Let me eat your pussy, I said, but it sounded more like an order than a request. My compliant companion simply smiled and rolled onto her back. I skimmed my hand over her breasts, keeping each nipple teased to a rigid point, then glided down her belly before cupping her plump mound. She sighed and ran her tongue over her luscious lips.
I slipped my fingers under the thin black straps of her thong and pulled the barely there lace triangle down her legs. Arousal, pure and hot, bolted into my groin when I saw her pussy was nothing but baby smooth flesh.
No hair? I said, still in shock.
Christine nodded her head. Don t you remember, Mr. Smith? When you placed your order, you specifically requested that I shave my pussy.
Of course, I said, warming up to the kind of treatment Mr. Smith received. This is exactly what I wanted.
The softness of her skin was like nothing I d ever touched, and my mouth watered as I thought of kissing the lips I d never been able to see so clearly. It s beautiful, I whispered, running my fingers along her sleek labia.
Thank you very much, Christine breathlessly answered in a shaky voice.
I brought my mouth to her mound, slowly licking and exploring all of that delicious new skin. With a low sigh, Christine opened her legs even wider for me. My tongue glided over every part of the pussy I loved so much, taking my time to caress, adore and discover its new revelations. It was as if I were licking her pussy for the very first time. She tasted so familiar and sweet, but the texture was exciting and different. I was taking a slow, self guided tour of this new terrain, but Christine wanted more now. She tried to guide my hand, coaxing my fingers between her damp lips. Still, I took my time. Mr. Smith could do whatever he wanted, right? I chuckled as I resisted her efforts.
You taste so good, I said, my voice nearly muffled by her wet sex. Despite just having had an orgasm that could implode an old casino, my dick was waking up way up, and it jabbed into her leg as I enjoyed her cunt.
You are such a talented lover, Mr. Smith, Christine murmured, with her eyes closed and her pussy gyrating insistently against my hand. I ve never been with any man who was quite as good as you are. You re an animal!
It seemed like Mr. Smith could do no wrong. Encouraged by her praise, I kept toying with her puffy lips and teasing her clit. I inhaled her musky scent, which had mixed with that of her new perfume. My cock felt like it was outgrowing its skin, and I moaned out loud as the ache inside of me grew. No matter how long I stared, I couldn t get enough of the beauty of Christine s hairless pussy. I ground my raging dick against her leg while I lapped at her clit, continuing to finger fuck her sweet hole.
Christine was moaning incoherently and writhing around on the mattress. She was making so much noise, I was sure we were being overheard. I couldn t remember ever seeing my wife behave like this. Back home she was always worried about the neighbors in the apartment below us hearing the bedsprings squeaking. But in that hotel room she was nearly bouncing off the walls! It seemed that playing the role of a call girl had brought out my wife s wild side.
She was ready to explode when I plunged two fingers deep inside. That s it come for me, I whispered. I brought my mouth back to her clit and sucked her little pearl between my lips. With it duly captured, I teased it with a flicking tongue tip until she shouted and her pussy gripped my fingers tightly. Soon Christine s ragged yelps subsided and her body stopped writhing.
I settled myself between her legs and rubbed my stiff dick along her juicy lips. Christine took my erection in her hand and stilled it. You also indicated that you wanted to give your escort a special massage, Christine said mysteriously, and with a hint of shyness that my escort had yet to exhibit. Easing me away, she went into the bathroom and soon returned with a decidedly wicked grin and a bottle of dark brown oil.
I wasn t sure what she meant by special, but was quite literally up for anything and took the bottle from her, pouring some of the scented oil into my palm.
Cinnamon? I asked, warming the syrupy oil between my hands.
You said it s your favorite, she murmured and lay down on her belly. It s hot and sweet just like you.
I straddled Christine s toned buttocks, and my cock twitched a little as I smeared the slippery oil across Christine s shoulders, over her arms and between her fingers. My hands slid up and down her back in a lazy dance. What makes this massage so special? I had to ask.
She lifted her head and looked at me. A slight blush was flushing her pretty cheeks. Why, you said you wanted a virgin, Mr. Smith, and I ve never had a cock in my ass.
I couldn t believe what I was hearing! I d pleaded with her for years to try anal sex, but she had never seemed interested it trying it. Yet there she was, naked and offering me her ass to plunder. My dick immediately became as hard as steel.
Would you like to fuck my ass? she asked, the naughty glint in her eye saying she already knew my answer and was as excited as I was to try this new variation.
You bet I would! I kissed her glistening neck and shoulder, tasting the spicy cinnamon oil.
I scooted off her ass and ran my hands over her long shapely legs. She moaned in a low, hungry tone. I picked up the oil and knelt between her legs, rubbing my hands up and down her back. When I brought them to her buttocks, I slowly opened her cheeks to bring her virgin asshole into view. It was incredibly exciting to see her tiny back hole when I knew that in mere seconds, it was going to be pierced by my rock hard cock.
I greased my pulsing hard on with the dark sweet oil, then drizzled some all over Christine s crack, letting it run between her cheeks and over her asshole. She moaned at the sensation of the oil coating her backdoor. Using my hands to spread her ass wide, I lowered my mouth to her hole and flicked my tongue over it, tasting the spicy oil lubricating it.
Oh, that feels good, Christine said in a tone that was both pleased and surprised at the same time.
I snaked one hand under Christine, gliding my fingers between her juicy lips and up to her aroused clit. I teased it with my fingertip, and she wiggled her ass up at me in invitation. I spread her cheeks with my other hand and stuck my tongue deep into her asshole. I was overwhelmed by the fact that my normally reserved wife was letting me stick my tongue up her ass and she loved it! Her sphincter squeezed my tongue, and I pushed in deeper until I felt the tight ring ease up.
When she had relaxed and was moaning softly, I replaced my tongue with a finger. I plunged it in and out, and when I felt her loosen up some more, I added another. Before long, I knew she was ready for my dick. I still had one hand toying with her cunt, and she bucked against my wiggling fingers while I brought my dick to her hole and slowly worked it in.
Christine let out a long, loud moan as I sank my erection into her asshole. Her muscles gripped me tightly, and it was a struggle to not blow my load immediately. With her juices soaking my pussy hand, I slowly began to plunge in and out of her tight ring. Stroking her slick hairless cunt and watching her blonde curls being tossed to and fro made it easy to get lost in the erotic fantasy that I was banging the ass of a high class hooker.
Ride me, ride me hard, Christine shouted as she slammed against me, taking more and more of my dick into her ass. She was thrashing about so much that I had to abandon her cunt, and I grabbed her hips to control the pace and depth of my thrusting. Christine reached underneath herself to take over where I left off. Her quickly strumming fingers soon had her coming. She shouted into the pillow as her asshole rhythmically squeezed my cock. I rammed into her one last time as her ass massaged my shaft. With a groan, I shot my hot load deep inside her and the two of us collapsed onto the bed.
That was terrific, I whispered, then kissed the top of her head. But being married to you is my greatest pleasure. Christine simply flashed me an exhausted but happy smile.
Christine and I snuggled together, and I marveled at all she d done to make our vacation so fun and special. It s odd, but pretending to be other people for a few hours had actually helped us rediscover ourselves and rejuvenated our sex life. I knew that we would never be the same, and I looked forward to more sexy adventures with my bold and exciting wife.