Even A Work Trip Can Be Fun In Vegas (closed)

What a day! Amiie had spent her whole day down town with one client, cleaning viruses, trojans, malware and other nasty things out of a large corporations CEO’s computer that was to embarrassed to have is how IT people do it. What had he really expected by downloading “free” porn to his work computer? The money was good and it probably wouldn’t have been such a bad job if he had let her do her job. Instead, he stood over her shoulder watching her work.... or was it that he was just looking down the front of her camisole?

With a shutter at the memory of the grossly overweight CEO who was twice her age and with bad breath to boot, Amiie sat down at the dinningroom table, kicked her heels off and put up her feet as she poured herself a martini.

Supper was in the oven and jazz playing on the stereo. With a smile, Amiie pulled her suit jacket off and draped it on the back of her chair. She pulled her pencil skirt up a bit to her mid thigh and stretched out her legs onto the chair to her left. The music was finally starting to wash some of her stress away. Closing her green eyes, Amiie pulled the pins from her hair and tossed her head, letting her auburn curls fall about her shoulders. The smell of baked italian chicken wafted in from the kitchen, filling the condo.

From the hall, Amiie could hear the sound of a key sliding into the lock and turning the barrels of the deadbolt. A sudden feeling of excitement washed over her. The best part of any long day was when he came home. After another sip, she called out, “Hi Handsome!”

Glancing over toward his wife his dark eyes sparkled as they soaked in the version before him watching the way the light shimmered off her auburn hair which depending on how she tilted her head sometimes looked chestnut, and sometimes even red... Not that brassy strawberry red but, a deep rich mahogany tone.... As he heard, "“Hi Handsome!” Bringing a smile to his lips as the phase always did.

"Oh how are you doing beautiful looks like your day was as hard as mine. When are we going to win the lottery so we can quite this rat-race and start to enjoy life and each other?", Rick voice sounding tired and worn as his left hand reached toward the door of the liquor cabinet to take out a glass as he rubbed the furrow creeping across his brow with the finger tips of his right.

His nostrils flared slightly as the aroma of Italian chicken his favorite dish finally reached him he was a lucky man he thought to himself as the ice he just dropped into his glass made four small plinking tones and mixed with the almost imperceptible gurgle of the Amaretto filled the glass to the half way point. Out of habit he absentmindedly stirring the drink with his index finger as his eyes focused on subtle curve of her exposed thigh firm and tone as any woman who was twenty something. Even tough she hadn't seen her twenty in more than a decade and a half....

Kicking off his shoes as he made his way over to the sofa his feet leaving footprints of the soft pile of the gray thick carpeting... He collapsed with exhaustion into the cushions settling in and finally laying his head back and putting up his feet as he raised the glass the icy cold amber liquid met his lips causing a low deep sigh to erupt form somewhere deep inside him... To him the cherry smell of the Amaretto mixing with the inviting aroma of dinner and the intoxicating heady fragrance of her perfume all mixed together. 'God its good to be home', he thought to himself and he reached out and lightly brushed her right hand still cold and wet from his use of it as an impromptu stirring stick.....

"So did you check the mail did we win the lottery baby?", winking as he spoke. One look at Amiie and he knew even without winning the lottery he was one lucky son of a bitch.... He knew no one could love him as much as she did or take care of his ever need like she did....

Looking down at his watch, his eyes sore from the day's work. Getting close to leaving his phone rings, answering it:

John Dangler, he answers
voice chatting to him on the other end.
mmmhmmmm, he acknowldges
"OK"
So you're telling me I have to give one person in my department this, relaly? But SIr I've got 5 super incredibly great people, if I give one this the others will be disappointed..pausing hearing the other person speaking, I understand Sir..."right" "alright I'm on the record that I totally disagree with this decision, but because you are forcing my hand", firmly stating. "I'll do it"...Hanging up the phone, a loud sigh excapes his lips..."God, why me on these days"...cupping his hands and placing his forehead between the cupped palms...Now who am I going to give this to...Troy who works like a horse, and just doesn't stop, Rick, who'se customer relations skills are unmatched by anyone in the company, Marge who has the highest ticket closing percentages, oh good grief....

Reflecting back, he kept coming back to Rick when he came in today sitting at his desk telling him he was stressed out to the hilt because the idiots at the consulting firm couldn't get a clue all week on his new project....He liked his friend and then remembered that he and his wife hadn't really had much of a honey moon due to the crazy schedule that the job had him keep. You know Rick deserves this..he thought

Picking up his desk phone...dials his home phone number...hearing the ring..."Hello , Rick I know it's late I am at the office still...laughing yes still" he said. "Look, I need to tell you something"........Look the boss has offered me 2 trips to Vegas for a week for the hard work the department has done. I couldn't think of a more deserving fella to bring along...Oh yea, and your hot wife (saying half joking) is also able to join you. I know you guys didn't really get a honey moon, so yea I couldn't think of a better person to receive this....Oh yea as a side kick the boss is throwing $6,000 for each of us to spend as we see fit. What do you think?

Amiie can't help but smile as Rick comes around the corner. It doesn't matter what shit her day throws her way, he always makes it manageable. Like together, they can handle anything and still come out happy.

He jokes about willing the lotto which is a running gag between them. They don't buy lotto tickets and the only ones they do get are in a Christmas card from his brother who doesn't buy anyone gifts.

As Rick flops down heavily down on the couch, drink in hand, Amiie can tell it's been a hard day for him too. He looks drained. Drink in hand, she slowly gets up and follows his lead, sinking into the soft couch and leaning back, her head resting on his out stretched arm.

"We wouldn't know what to do with money like that....." she giggled softly then turned herself towards him, bringing her legs up onto the couch, "but it could be fun figuring it out." She smiled and leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. Amiie ran her soft hand over his chest and pulled his tie loose. Afte one quick sip of her drink, she set it on the table and turned her attention totally back to the handsome man beside her, that after 15 years still excited her, bot emotionally and physically, every time he walked in the room. With another soft giggle she kissed his neck and, with both hands now free, she began to undo the buttons on his shirt..... then the phone rang.

With a heavy sigh, Amiie reached to the side table and grabbed the phone. The number was Rick's work. Without answering it, she handed it to him, "It's for you."

He felt her closeness his arm extending when the cushions of the sofa sank slightly he knew even without looking she placed her legs as he placed his hand on the silky smoothness of her thigh. His finger tips tracing the soft firmness shapely lines. The he felt the warmth of her breath upon his cheek quickening his pause even before the soft luscious feeling of her lips on his cheek like the caress of a butterfly's wings. As his hand crept up her thigh slowly rhythmically squeezing her upper thigh his finger tip drawing little circles on the exposed silky flesh.

He could hear her speaking but, his attention was drawn to the feel of her hair as it brushed slightly against his cheek and her hand genitally loosening his tie. He loved her little schoolgirl giggle as she kissed his neck he sighed his hand siding slightly sidewise his hand stretching over the firm roundness he just couldn't get enough of as he give her left butt cheek a little squeeze. God he loved the feel of her round toned ass. It give him the same feeling it did when they were dating and he first tried to cop a feel.

Like a deer caught in the headlights he froze when he heard the phone ring without he knew before she has a chance to say anything it was work... Talk about spoiling the mood and then he heard, ""It's for you."

"I'll get rid of them in a minute Amiie probably just someone with a question about our new product line", his lips becoming thin as his brow wrinkles in the frustration feeling like a slave never being able to escape his indentured servitude.

Slipping his hand out from under her dress he reaches up and takes the phone and puts it to his ear "..."Hello , Rick I know it's late I am at the office still...laughing yes still" he said.

"Look, I need to tell you something"........Look the boss has offered me 2 trips to Vegas for a week for the hard work the department has done. I couldn't think of a more deserving fella to bring along...Oh yea, and your hot wife (saying half joking) is also able to join you. I know you guys didn't really get a honey moon, so yea I couldn't think of a better person to receive this....Oh yea as a side kick the boss is throwing $6,000 for each of us to spend as we see fit. What do you think?"

"Whoa slow down a minute John. I heard something about Vegas and something about 6000 dollars, and a honeymoon but, slow down and give it to me slow... You caught me in the middle of something and it took a minute to get my bearings."

Looking up at puzzled look on Amiiee face he covers the receiver of the phone leans into her her auburn locks tickle his lips as he whispers, "Its John, I think he's been drinking...", raising his left hand the thumb jesting elect his fingers curled into an open fist until it. Slowly raising his hand until the thumb comes in contact with the corner of his mouth then tilting the digit downward to punctuate his point.

"He says we are going to Vegas, with 6K in play money. Oh and he says your hot!", winking as he speaks.

As Rick nuzzled her neck, Amiie giggled then slipped her hand over her mouth, sure that John would have been able to hear her.

"He says we are going to Vegas, with 6K in play money. Oh and he says your hot!"

Amiie only laughed. Rick was always kidding that other men wanted her. She doubted it but he liked to tease her with it. "Why are we going to Vegas?..... and when? Is it work or is it John's treat?" She gave her husband a wink then slipped into his lap. It hadn't quiet sunk in that he wasn't joking. It had been to long since they got away.

Still covering the phone so John couldn't hear. "I think it has something to do with the new line of body amour but, I'm not sure. The companies paying I know that much but, I don't know when or whose going with us.. That's what I'm trying to find out..."

"So John when are we suppose to go on this trip and why are Amiie and I going? I mean what's the business end of this deal? And who else to going. Someone is going to have to chaperone us..", looking directly at Amiie as he spoke into the phone feeling her slid into his lap and making herself comfortable.

Waiting for a response that seems to never come he kisses her cheek and whispers "You comfortable baby?"

The warm roundness of her firm bottom molded itself to his lap he remembered their very first date when there were so many kids in the car she had no place to sit but, his lap and the effect she had on his anatomy. Now fifteen years later the effect was still the same as he felt his lions begin to stir. The blood engorging the appendage between his legs responding the heat from the sexy firmness of her perfectly shaped ass.

"Whoa slow down a minute John. I heard something about Vegas and something about 6000 dollars, and a honeymoon but, slow down and give it to me slow... You caught me in the middle of something and it took a minute to get my bearings."

Hearing his request, "OK Rick here's the skinny for you"..Jokingly toned "just so you can understand plain old english",
OK Corporate has decided that they want us to get out and relax from the launch of the body Armor Line we successfully launched...
OK and that said, I was ordered to extend the trip to my best Associate, and you my dear friend are so deserving. I mean that lovely wife of yours really need to get out for a little while and relax...You've not been home a great deal with all of the hours here at the office, I know you gave up on your honeymoon to get this launched. Well it's launched, Corporate is just blown away. They are offering the all expense paid trip with a $6000 bonus to spend. AND, I couldn't think of a better couple to take with me.


"So John when are we suppose to go on this trip and why are Amiie and I going? I mean what's the business end of this deal? And who else to going. Someone is going to have to chaperone us.."

Well, interesting you ask that...We depart the day ofter tomorrow for 7 nights and 8 days....oh yea and BTW the trip does not count toward our vacation time either. How awesome is that...Man we worked our rear ends off and Corporate FINALLY shows some flipping gratitude!. Anyway, Partner what you think? Hey I want to hear you tell your sweet woman and hear her reaction...Hey just so you know we're so getting totally Fucked up one night, you know it!! Just promise me one thing...let me have a dance with the wife!

Smiling and nodding his head in total confidence smiling upon his lips....illicit thought running thoruhg his brain, quickily erasing it, no...just no way...they just got married...

Any way, what do you think?

Amiie could hear John on the other end. She shook her head and giggled. Even though she and Rick had been married for going on 15 years now, John still thought of them as newly weds. All she really caught was honeymoon and some work stuff that Rick never really talked about (something to do with confidentiality and classified mumbo jumbo).

As she got a little more comfortable, Amiie could feel Rick's growing excitement pressing into the side of her ass. Teasingly she gave a little wiggle and began to unbutton the front of her silk camisole. One button, then the nest till the curve of her breasts peeked out past her bra. With a gentle finger, she brushed the soft skin down to the middle of cleavage.... then giggled, kissed him on the cheek and slipped from his lap. Drink in hand, she went to check on supper.

"Mmmmm baby you know you're making it very difficult to concentrate", he gasped as he felt the soft firm cheek of her ass wiggle against the increasingly sensitive head of his cock. Trying with all his will power to listen for John to reiterate what said about the trip to Vegas.

However, the only thing could see at the minute was Amiie's luscious round full breasts as she slowly unbuttoned her top his eyes glued to her finger tip as it traced the curve of her bosom. If he weren't in the middle of a phone call he wouldn't resist the temptation pull off her bra and expose the full sexual appeal of her tits. But, he couldn't do what he was longing to do. That is to pull up her bra and slowly cover each inch of her tits with kisses slowly zeroing in on her nipple...

"Ooh baby your killin' me", he sighed softly feeling his own hot breath reflecting back from her ear as her hair tickled his nose he was that close because he couldn't afford to have his lustful murmurs heard over the phone.. Why give the office something else to gossip about. Her giggles were music to his ears he overjoyed she was delighted with life and their life together.

As soon as she giggled he felt her weight shift and as she slipped off his lap he could feel the heat between her legs brush every so slightly across the glands of the swelling member between his own legs. His finger tips sliding across the silky material covering the curve of her hip as she went to check supper... Watching the rhythm of her hips until her disappearance around the corner.

Just as she was out of sight he head John's voice detailing what corporate had planned or more to the point what John had planned...

"Wow! You're not shit'n me are you John? Amiie and I get to go to Vegas on the company's dime...", his voice a mixture of excitement and disbelief. John was one of the movers and shakers in the company and knew how to pull strings to get what he wanted. However, John wasn't above pulling a prank.

Rick shook his head John never kidded when it came to money it finally sank in all three were going to Vegas, sun, shows, gambling... The ideas just kept flowing through his brain... It was tell he and Amiie were able to relax together and enjoy a little R & R.

Sure John was stroking his ego. John knew how to handle people but, damn it he was right he worked his ass off and its time to reap the rewards. And why not let lose and blow off some steam and get loaded off his ass and hell enjoy Amiie's sweet ass... Day after tomorrow that isn't much time but, he never missed a deadline...

Wow thanks John I owe you one, a big one and I won't forget it. Sure you can have a dance with Amiie. Hell for swinging this for us I'll fuck'n dance with you and let you lead...", chuckling into the phone...

"Oh I can't think of a better chaperone. I can't wait to spring this on Amiie... I gott'a go and tell her. Wow I owe you big time... I'll talk to you in the morning...."

"Amiie have I got something to tell you....", he exuberantly shouted toward the kitchen and in his excitement hung up the phone with out saying good-bye... He still couldn't believe it...

"Amiie!", almost shuddering with excitement.... His whole body felt charged with electricity..

Amiie stood in front of two plates of gourmet food, something she took pride in. Her blouse was buttoned back up half way, her cleavage just peeking out from the white silk folds. The smell of good food had filled the kitchen and Amiie hummed softly as she reached across to pour two glasses of Marlot.

"So.... tell me the details! When do we leave? I'm going to have to make sure I can get time off...... and are there any strings attacked? It would be horrible if we had to spend most of our time in a time share presentation...." She picked up her plate and headed for the dinning room, glass in hand. As she passed, paused long enough to smile up at Rick and stand on tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips before moving towards the table. God he looked good when he smiled like that! It was all she could do not to set her plate down and drag him to the kitchen floor, but reheating a meal like this would be a shame.... and they weren't going anywhere tonight. There would be time for fun later.

Amiie was starting to feel excited as the idea of getting away but being a practical person, she tried to hold back, waiting on the catch. "Who's going?" she asked over her shoulder as she set her plate on the table. "I hope not Marge. I can't stand that woman!"

He heard the clink of dinner plate being laid on the black marble counter tops and the gurgle of wine being poured as he literally bounded to the kitchen. Making it just in time to see a single drop of the bluish red Marlot leave the neck of the bottle as she tipped the half full upward with a slight twist of her wrist abruptly stopping it flow just like they did it on the Food Network..

Well, We have to be on a plane heading to Vegas Monday morning can you swing that? Damn its short notice but, something this good doesn't happen everyday maybe you could call in sick or something... They wouldn't question it you haven't missed a day in fifteen years. Have you?", his words falling out of his mouth dripping with boyish excitement.

Putting his arms around her and kissing her neck as she as she paused and smiled voicing her concerns. He had to admit it she was always the practical one. She always foreseen what question to ask and what pitfalls may lay ahead.

Squeezing her a little tighter, "No, the company is paying for everything. The airfare, the hotel and 6,000 dollar of fun money, no strings attached its rest and relaxation earned for a job well done on the body amour account I tell you I really can't talk about. Government hush hush stuff. The only string attached to the whole trip is John said make sure you bring a nice and your dancing shoes. He says one night we're going to let lose and party like rock stars and he wants at least one dance with you."

She didn't say anything just stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek as she grabbed her plate and headed for the table...

As she turned her head even before she it he could see the fire in her eyes.... Marge!

Just as soon as he thought it she said it... The animosity between those two women wasn't a secret to anyone. Neither one could stand the other and John and he always got caught in the middle. Admittedly Marge was a gold digging bitch and the smartest thing he could do with her was to kick her to the curb. On the other hand John as smart as he was in business often thought with his dick when it came to women.

"I hope she isn't coming that would put a damper on things for sure. John didn't mention her I don't think she's coming I think he's keep his dance card empty for you", leaning over and giving her a playful little kiss on the cheek as he sat his plate on the table. His knife and fork already in hand before his ass hit the seat.

"God, I think you out did yourself baby... If you keep cooking like this your going to have to roll me on the plane.", speaking softly. Trying every way he could to worm the conversation away from Marge a subject that could prison the whole evening. As he looked across the table sit sat quietly chew the first morsel of chicken her lips full and moist from the wine. Quiet was never a good sign he thought as his eyes wondered down to the few little freckles between her full luscious breasts. He wasn't even sure how Marge popped into head but, he wished it would pop right back out. All he wanted tonight was to spend a very very pleasant evening with his wife as he sat transfixed at the sight of how the black lace of her bra made almost imperceptible indentations in the round soft beautiful mounds before him.

The next few days were every busy for both Rick and Amiie. She 12 hour days all weekend so she would be caught up and able to leave without feeling guilty about what she left at the office. Rick wasn't home either, spending even longer hours at the office on the project that was so close to being resented to government investors. Sunday morning couldn't come quick enough.

But when it finally did Amiie woke with a smile on her face, her head resting on Ricks chest, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her. She felt the same excitement that took hold of her after their first night they stayed together, though their contemporary bedroom was a lot different than his collage dorm room. She woke her husband with kisses then reluctantly slipped from his arms to go dress and pack.

Not much went smoothly from then on. Their car got a flat on the way to the airport but they did make their flight. John was waiting for them at the hanger, stalling the pretty flight attendant. Their was a storm over Utah so the turbulence was quiet bad. Amiie wasn't a good flyer to begin with. On a smooth flight she usually held onto Rick's hand for dear life. This time it was all she could do to hold back the tears as her loving husband and John tried to comfort her from either side. Both men had lost the feeling in the hand that Amiie gripped so tightly on the 6 hour flight. When they finally touched down, Amiie gave a heavy sigh of relief. Now she could relax.

McCarran airport wasn't busy, so it didn't take the trio long to make it to the baggage carousel. Their luggage waited on a cart next to a man in a suit holding a sign up with The Bellagio written in gold letters along the top and Johns last name written in large black letters in the middle.

Spotting his laptop on a luggage rack its frame of gleaming polished brass reflected the blue suit of the porter standing beside it. Reaching down his broad fingers weaved themselves together with Amiiee's slim tapered fingers as his left index finger pointing across the spacious lobby, "There's our bags..."

Like a schoolboy leading a prom queen to the dance floor he made a bee line to the blue suited portly gentleman wearing a black plastic name tag with the name Samuel in embossed white letter the motif of a lion just to the right of the name just above his left breast pocket. With Amiie in tow and John scampering to keep up as he closed the distance he addressing the man with him in matter a fact business tone, "Samuel those are our bags.."

"Welcome to Las Vegas your car is waiting Mr. Dangler...", replied Sam

Rick stopped in his tracks looked at the attendant his brow wrinkled in puzzlement until he dawned on him the gentleman was actually speaking to him and not John but, an easy mistake to make considering the man was probably only told he was to meet the Dangler party at the airport.

"Oh Samuel I'm sorry I'm Rick this is my wife Aimee and the gentleman behind us is Mr. Dangler", extending his hand in John's direction to illistrate his point. His ears blushing red from embarrassment his boyish exuberance had caused.

"My apologies sir it was my mistake but, now that that is settled allow me to show you to the car. I'll stow the bags and we'll be on our way to the Bellagio.", Samuel eyes hidden on the other side of his mirrored sunglasses.

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John followed Amiie and Rick over to a driver who currently possessed their baggage. He could clearly see his last name on the sign that Samuel was wearing, but Rick obviously didn't pick up on that little fact. With a small chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of his red-faced friend. Rick usually was one to act without thinking, but he wouldn't like the man if otherwise.

Stepping forward, John shook hands with the driver and smiled wide. "I'm sorry about my friend, he's a little slow." John teased with a chuckle as he playfully nudged John's shoulder. "That sounds great Samuel, let's be getting on our way, I'm starving." John knew that dinner was waiting for them back at the hotel, a buffet complimentary of the hotel and casino, also an open bar. If he had never said it before, then he sure as hell would say it now, he loved all the work he's put in in the past, it sure as hell paid off.

Following Samuel out to their car, John quickly helped him load their luggage into the trunk as he pretended to strain while lifting one of Amiie's bag. "Jeez Amiie, did you pack your entire closet? I mean I know that you want to look good, but I'm sure Rick likes you in everything you wear. I mean is it really true that women pack at least two to three outfits per day, because they're unsure to what they'll be wanting to wear?" John rolled his eyes at the couple with a small chuckle before closing the trunk and joining the couple in the back of the car, sort of like a mini limo.

Rolling his window down, he let his head peek out at the city known most famously as Sin City. He loved the name because he planned on doing his fair share of sinning while on this trip. Alcohol, sex, and gambling. What more could a man ask for? And what's even better, he didn't have to spend a dime out of his own pocket. Life was good.

With a smile on his face, he took his baggage from the trunk, waited until his friends grabbed their things and then began to walk into the Bellagio. "Let me help you with that." He said softly, taking one of Amiie's bags as she struggled slightly. Approaching the front desk, John pulled a file from his bag and slid it onto the desk with a bright smile.

"I'm sure you'll find everything you need in there, numbers, contact information, and bank account id's." John said triumphantly. After sorting things out, he took the two different room keys and handed one to Amiie and one to John, both matching to their room, slipping one into his own pocket to his own room.

"Oh and sir?"

John turned to the young concierge and arched a brow. "Yes?"

"Your rooms are joined through your closets." She smiled. "Oh and enjoy your visit in Sin City."

"That's just what I was planning on doing." John said with a smile and a wink. The woman was in her early twenties, quite young. John may have been in his early forties, but he had the body of a twenty year old and took pride in the fact, showing it off quite a lot.

"Let's go guys." He told the couple as he took Amiie's bag once more and lead them to the elevator, up to the top floor, and down the hall to their conjoined rooms. "Well, you two enjoy yourselves. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He winked. He laughed softly at the look on their faces before sliding his hotel key into his door lock and then opening the door swiftly.

With a waggle of his eyebrows and a cocky grin, his door closed behind him and he welcomed the trip as if embracing heaven. This next week was going to be perfect.

Even as they drove past such amazing sights like the Luxor with it slick black glass angular walls or the MGM with it's massive gold lion statue, Amiie only caught bits and pieces. the plane ride still had her distracted even though she tried to put on a brave face.

John had been kind enough to help with her bags and check them in. She had to admit that the Bellagio was beautiful and grader than she could have imagined. On their way to the elevators, they passed a Dale Chihuly installment. Thousands of huge glass flowers hung from the center of the ceiling, each lit from behind giving the room a soft glow.

Once in the gold doors of the elevator closed behind them, Amiie slid her still shaking hand into Ricks. Her handsome husband glanced down at her with a smile that she couldn't help return it. She began to feel a little better. He always had that effect on her. She always knew he could protect her even from her silly fears.

John had handed Rick their room keys then gone to his own door to unlock it. Once the door was open he bent down to pick up his luggage. Amiie caught herself checking out John's ass. John was built much like Rick so she could only imagine the same firm ass as her husband.

Rick opened the door and Amiie dragged her luggage letting it fall to the floor once inside. Rick barely had time to set his luggage down and the pocket the key cards when she threw her arms around his trunk, resting her head on his strong chest. "I hate flying! I don't know what I would have done if you and John hadn't been there to hold my hand."

As his shoulder flinched imperceptibly from John's friendly nudge he couldn't resist the urge to reply in kind to John's friendly kidding, "John", he spoke softly so not to be overheard, "Amiie doesn't mind it when I'm slow"

Winking in her direction as he let the innuendo sink in before continuing his verbal joist turning back to John, "Should I explain to her the reason some of the women in the office have nicknamed you the 'rabbit'", as he chuckled at his own wit but, admitly a bit embarrassed he didn't catch Samuel last name...

But, by this time John was already several steps ahead of him helping the hotel attendant load their luggage into the trunk of the mini-limo. Rick always found it entertaining watching John smooze everyone he came in contact with be it chauffeurs, hotel deck clerks, or his very own wife it was just John's style it was like he couldn't help himself.

Though Rick had been to Vegas several times the company usually only sprung for a Motel 6 or if he were lucky a Best Western the opulence of the Bellagio left him thunder struck for a minute. The way the fountains shoot into the air and danced to the music he found spell binding but, he shook his head and cleared his senses before John could make another wisecrack.

John took care of the arrangement and before long all three were in an elevator heading to their floor as he felt Amiie's trembling hand slide into his as he close his fingers around hers and pulled her a little closer. As he could feel the soft warmth of her hip gently touching his thigh he could feel her hand relax and give his own a little squeeze as he smiled down at her.

As John pressed the room keys into his hand he released Amiie's hand and fiddled with the card for moment having to swipe the keycard several times before the door emitted a slight "buzz" at which time he looked over at Amiie who didn't seem to notice his glance and as he turned to see exactly what had caught her attention he had to say to himself, 'Oh my God she checking out John's ass... My wife the little horndog', the words floating through his head as he mutely chuckled to himself...

It seemed as if before he even got the door open she was inside dragging the luggage through the doorway throwing her arms around him hugging him close as he wove his fingers through her hair and gently tilted her head back and came a little closer and closer still till their lips touched and barely brushing against each other until he succumb to the urge and pulled her closer to him as their lips mashed together and parted slightly. His heart beating faster as he felt his temperture rise.

"I hate flying! I don't know what I would have done if you and John hadn't been there to hold my hand."

Well, it was a rough flight but, its over and we have two weeks and plenty of money to play with... Oh, and by the way I seen you checking John out...", a twinkle in his eye as his hand slid down her back and gave her ass a little squeeze. As he arched his eyebrow and a little smirk appeared on his face...

Amiie blushed but smiled coyly since it was just her and Rick in the room. "I wasn't checking him out really, I was just doing a comparison is all." She reached around and grabbed Rick's ass. "I think it would feel a lot like yours."

With a giggle Amiie tossed her hair over her shoulder then reached her arms up around Rick's neck, their bodies still pressed together. "You know... John's likely getting settled in and probably won't expect to see us for a bit." She licked her lips then let them brush softly across Ricks. "We have all week for love making.... and good fucking but you know what I'm craving right now?"

With a twinkle in her eye, Amiie grabbed Rick by the belt and pulled him towards the wall, pinning herself there at the same time. "I want a quickly." with nimble hands she began to undo his belt. "Nothing fancy" she said in a normal voice for they were alone in their own room after all. "I want you to pound me fast..." she felt he heart pounding as her excitement built and the stress from the flight began to melt away. Amiie's hand slid down past Rick's cock and cupped his balls. "I want it hard." She kissed him hard then pulled away with a smile, "I want it here against the wall."

Sitting his things down on the couch, John took in his surroundings with a gracious smile. It was just as perfect as it had been on the website. He had thought that his business would have gotten them a crappy hotel, but this place sure was nice. As he began to wander through his room, he heard a few mumbles and wondered where it was coming from? Had one of the maids left the TV on? He looked around and canceled that idea. But where?

"I wasn't checking him out really, I was just doing a comparison is all. I think it would feel a lot like yours."

John jumped as he heard those words. Was that Amiie, and Rick? No. It couldn't be! He moved away from his bed and to the wall that separated their rooms. Running his hand down the wall, he let a small laugh out and shook his head. Maybe he was just imagining things. Pouring himself a glass of scotch, he took a small sip and almost choked at what he heard next.

"I want a quicky."

Was he being pranked?

"I want you to pound me fast..."

Did they honestly think he was going to fall for this? John let out an amused laugh as he moved away from the wall, letting the sound drift. And yet, he could still hear her voice loud and clear.

"I want it hard."

Maybe she's serious. Maybe they're serious. After all, they're a couple in their own suite, why would they be quiet, when they don't know that I can hear them?

"I want it here against the wall."

John's eyes widened as he heard her last remark. "Oh shit." He said quietly to himself. If that was where things were going to escalate to, then things were about to get bumpy, pun intended.

Feeling as if things were too hot in here and starting to feel uncomfortable, John loosened his tie before pulling his shirt over his head and pulling his work pants off. He was on vacation for God's sake, it was time to relax. Standing in his boxers, he decided some fresh air would be good for him. Pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, John made his way out on his patio.

'Maybe things will have settled down by the time I make it back in my room, maybe they will decide to have sex in their bed, like normal people, and I won't have to hear it.' John thought to himself as he finished his glass of scotch.

Catching him completely by surprise his hips shot forward as she goosed him. His eyes wide and an open grin plastered on his face as she reached up and threw her arms around him. Has arms slid around her embracing her slim waist his fingers locking together resting on the small of her back and pulling her close. He felt her heart beating. Her breasts feeling round and soft as they pressed against his chest... Within moments his heartbeats match the rhythm of hers as if their bodies were already joined as one.

Electricity shot though him as her lips bushed lightly against his own. His gaze locked onto her full pink moist lips as the tip of her tongue slid across them causing them to glisten pink with a dewy wetness. He could feel the sexual tension building within him... Feeling his cock becoming warm already beginning to stir. When she started playing like this he couldn't help himself.

The riveting lush pinkness parted and the words squirting out aroused him even more as her hot breath caressed his face with every sensual syllable she spoke.... Unlocking his hands the left slid up the black silky fabric tracing the length of the zipper and his right slid with equal ease down the curve of the small of her back and over the top of her ass...

"Oh baby I just love the feel of your ass", his words low and muffled as they kissed their tongues playing and dancing as they swirled over each other.

No longer merely caressing her ass but, as desire grew is fingers were kneading the soft warm roundness cupped in his hand. Lifting it, patting it, playing with it as he ran his index finger up and down the crack of her sexy ass. Each word carried on her hot breath arousing him even more.

"I want a quickly.", "I want you to pound me fast..." Her breath hot against his cheek as he felt a tug on his belt and then a rush of cool air on his legs as his pants fell to the floor. As his thumb and forefinger pulled and a hushed but audible 'Zipppppppppp', filled the air moments before the dress which hugged every curve of her body fell to the floor around Amiie's ankles in a silky black puddle.

"Ohhhhh", a soft moan escaped his lips as she broke their kiss and he felt her fingers slipping past his cock and working there magic as she cupped his balls. His cock springing upright rigid as a hot bar of steel

"God you look hot baby...", as he gazed down on her clad only in her sheer black bra and matching panties. "So you want some slam wall fuckin' do ya baby... Tell what you need Amiiee, and how bad you need it."

His hand slipping over her hip and down her belly over the font of the black smooth fabric until his middle finger felt the hot wetness soaking though the crotch of sheer black panties..

"Mmmmmm baby your pussy is hot. Yourrrr so wet..... Yourrrrrr soaking though your underwear.", his voice low and lusty... HIs breath already becoming labored.

Amiie let out a loud moan as Rick slid his finger into the folds of her wet pussy. There was something about sex with her husband that always made her relax and washed away any stress or worries that were plaguing her. And Rick had amazing fingers.

As she continued to cup his balls in her hand, she slowly started to stroke his member. It was already hard and Amiie just loved the feel of it. She slowly stroked it up to the head. As her hand slid over it, she could feel warm precum lubricating her hand. She rubbed it back down to the base slowly then with a soft giggle began to stroke it faster. Normally she would have taken her sweet time but this was supposed to just be a quickly.

As the couple played with each other and shared a gentle kiss that sent shivers through Amiie's nearly naked body, a thought came to her. "Maybe to the bed Rick." she smiled up at him, still pinning her to the wall. "I'm sure that Jim can't hear us but he might if you're fucking up against the shared wall." rick's fingers slid over her tender clit and Amiie let out a soft cry of ecstasy.

Amiie reached a hand down and began to pull Rick's shorts down his hips. "I doubt he..... oh yessss...... he wants an mental image.... ahhhhh...... an image of you ...... oh yes, more....... fucking me." she finally got out then began kissing her husband's neck, just below the earlobe.

His hands fanatically slipping under the waist band of her panties and pushing the black silk down her legs... Exposing her bare sex his cock throbbing at its entrance the purple glands slick and shining with precum... He could hear her in panting breaths and something about images and fucking but, the blood pounding in his ears drowned out everything.

The only reality to him was the feel of his cock parting the soft hot wet folds of her pussy...

"I don't care all.... The only.... thing I care about is.... fucking.... you....", his words hot against her cheek as his hands grabbed her hips..

Her breath ragged and hot on his neck driving him insane. His cock throbbing wildly brushing lightly against the hot wet folds of her sex arousing them both each time it did... As she kissed his neck his hips lunged forward as his hands forced her downward... Forcing her to engulf him as he let out a loud, "Ahhhhh".

He moaned as he felt the hot velvety wetness slide down his rigid shaft.... The feeling was indescribable the velvety feel of the sheath constricting around as member as he lifted her slightly only to ram her back down on him taking both the breaths away... With a rhythmic thump, thump thump as her ass banged against the wall. As he hammered into her without mercy.

"Oh.... oh.... oh... God Amiiee.... Oh Jesus fuck..... your pussy.... feels better ever time ..we fuckkk!.... Come one baby.... Use that sexy ass..... Come on.... fuck me baby.... Rock that sweet ass.... God.... your.... cunt... feels.... on fire.... Come on squeeze me.... milk the cum.... out.... of me...", almost unable to speak as he bit her shoulder...

Amiie softly giggled as Rick slid her panties down her legs. She reached her arms around his neck as she lifted her legs around his waist. He egnored her request for a queiter place for their quickly but Amiie sound forgot it as well as Rick slid his rock hard cock into her wet, waiting pussy. After a few thrusts he was ball deep in her which only made Amiie wetter.

With one arm still around Rick's shoulder, Amiie reached a hand down to her bouncing breasts. She rested her back against the wall and looked into Rick's eyes as she began to pull and twist her nipple between her fingers. "Oh yessss...." she moaned out loud. rick continued to pound his hard cock into her, rubbing places that drove his wife nuts.

Rick moaned that he wanted her to squeeze his cock, to milk him. Amiie moaned out loud again and slipped her hand from her hard nipple down her stomachs then still further down to her bare pussy. She slid a finger into her wet folds and ran the tip of her finger over her swollen clit. It became apparent quickly that she wasn't going to be able to rub it with any efficacy with Rick pressed up against her, holding her up against the wall. Amiie bit her lip as she looked into her husbands eyes. He knew how she loved to be pounded against hard surfaces but at this angle she wasn't going to be able to reach the same orgasm he would.


Glancing around the room for some place to continue without resorting to the soft bed, Amiie thought they might have to resort to fucking on the hotel room floor then she noticed an oval table over by the window. "The table." She moaned then wrapped her arms around Rick's neck.

"Ok baby.. Ok... the.... table", he moaned as it took every once of will power he had to pull out... The velvety feel of her pussy was maddening as he slowly withdrew from that hot wet tight little peace of heaven. His cock jetting upward and as hard as a rock glistening with her love juices as it bobbed slightly as he took her hand and lead her to the table.

"Just lean over and place your hands on the table baby... I want it doggie style... I went to be in you as deep as I can get... I love the thought of seeing the refection of your tits in the window as the sway when we fuck...", whispering in her ear as he kissed the back of her neck siding his fingers over her nipples... With a little pinch until his hands slowly teasingly slipping down her belly and grasping her hips. His hard cock eager to back to work was throbbing against her soft shapely ass...

"Oh come on Amiiee I need you so bad don't stop now....", he said.

As the purple glands of his cock oily feeling with pre-cum twitched against her dewy pussy lips... As if it were begging for entrance...

Amiiee moaned softly with some disappointment as Rick stopped his thrusting and slowly pulled his hard cock from her pussy. How she wanted him to continue but the thought of not getting to reach her own climax quickly changed her mind.

Rick took her hand in his and lead her to the table by the window and turned her around so he stood behind her. She felt his hands slide up her sides and across her breasts to her nipples. They were already sensitive so when his strong fingers gave them both a little pinch she let out a soft cry and closed her eyes, letting her head fall to the side as he kissed her neck.

As he asked, Amiiee slowly bent over, her stomch touching the cool wood surface first then the slowly lowered her chest down and reached for the other edge with her right hand while her left slid down between her legs. Her middle finger slid between her wet folds, gathering her own juices then slid up to her sensitive clit.

Amiiee glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her husband, with lust in his eyes, his cock brushing against her waiting pussy. with no interest in making him wait, Amiiee pressed back, forcing her soft wet pussy back onto his hard cock with a deep moan.