Reignited in Las Vegas 7 Final [MF]

“That’s the last of your requests, isn’t it?” Chloe was groggy, a sliver of light catching her eyes. She let out a yawn and rolled over. “I already watched you, let you watch me get spitroasted, teased your husband; did I miss anything?” My wife suppressed a laugh, rolling over while half-pretending to be asleep.

“Wait... you two planned the walking in on you thing?”

“Well, yeah... I wouldn’t let two guys use me in your room without your wife’s permission. Jessica has bailed me out of enough bad situations, but the debt kept adding up. I think we’re finally even now.”

“After you film us.” Jessica, now completely under the blankets, seemed to be hiding from the bold decisions made yesterday.

“I can’t film you under a blanket.” Chloe stood and opened the curtains, her shorts hugging her hips. She yanked the covers back with a flourish, revealing Jessica’s curves. “The morning light is perfect for a video...” She paced around the bed, mimicking a videographer, showing potential camera angles. “You two should do it all romantic-like; loving partners basking in the sun. That’s what everyone else is chasing. Can I keep a copy? I promise not to show anyone. I just want to remember this weekend.”

“How are you this talkative already?!” Jessica’s laugh carried a hint of annoyance, which dissipated quickly. “That sounds perfect, then we're even. There’s a camera and a tripod in our bag. I’m going to brush my teeth, fix my hair, maybe a touch of powder.” I watched her legs carry her into the restroom, exhaustion leaving my body as the anticipation grew.

“Do you need make-up too? Maybe some guy-liner? Or want me to style your hair?” She watched me for a reaction, her earlier comments about reliving the weekend still on my mind. She sat on the bed, topless, giving me a view. “Do you think Jessica wanted me to have sex with you? To fulfill your biggest fantasy? Would you want that? We still have time.” She drew closer, pushing her chest together and smirking, urging me to respond.

“I just want Coffee.” Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled towards the cheap pod dispenser. I wanted her, I wanted to feel another woman. This wasn’t the time; maybe I’d get another chance someday.

She suddenly seemed disappointed, sensing I wasn’t joining her game. She grabbed our bag from the closet, set up the tripod, turned on the camera, and went into the bathroom. I heard her teasing Jessica, asking if she was going to put on a show.

I entered behind them, stopping to admire the reflection in the mirror. Two contrasting beauties were evident: Jess, petite, shy, and bashful, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Chloe, the bodacious, bubbly extrovert, playfully tracing her friend’s body up and down with the camera. Spice is the flavor of life; these two varieties complemented each other perfectly. Their cackles harmonized as they pushed and joked, reverting back to their college days.

Chloe walked past me, “Be right back, you two stay here.” She reached into the closet and returned with two robes. “Start with these on, maybe sexy underwear underneath, slowly make out, and peel them off each other. Then don’t think, just feel each other out.” Her creativity was glowing; she clearly enjoyed directing us. “We can start here, then move out to the bed, maybe finish in the tub, overlooking the strip? Or the balcony? Wherever your loins lead us.”

Jessica put down her brush with a humorous shake of her head, her face relaxed, comfortable, and elegant. We put on the robes, put our arms around each other, and posed for a selfie in the mirror with Chloe. I leaned down, slowly parting her lips with my tongue. My hand found the back of her neck, the other reaching into her robe. I caressed her curves, felt her breath hot in my mouth, and the world dissolved away. Chloe was no longer there, the camera a distant memory. The room and view, irrelevant. I was going to make love to my wife, our bodies, our souls, the only thing that mattered.

Spearmint filled my senses, our tongues waging a seductive war. My body relaxing into her hands, robe parting, fingers twisting into my chest hair. Slight pain pinched my lips, a quick bite separated us, hunger in her eyes. I kissed back, subtle pushes towards the bed. We took slow, lingering steps, carefully moving to the beckoning sheets, our tongues still sparring.

In one precise movement, she spun me. Tossed me towards the bed, deliberately lifting her leg, flashing her inner thigh, lace under her robe. A tanned thigh swung over, mounting me while her robe opened slightly, revealing glimpses of her matching top. Firm yet delicate cheeks filled my hands, pushing her hips down, towards me, back and again.

I searched upward, connected our eyes, and leaned in. Jessica loved deep, passionate kissing, exploring the lesser-touched areas of our bodies. Fingertips tracing over tense muscles, palms pushing into outer thighs, nicked pain of nails digging into the surface of my back. All so very gentle, fleeting feelings of lust, desires to run into the reward. This wasn’t about fulfilling fantasies or rushed release; this was about us, about everything we were trying to recover. Two bodies moving as one, every motion anticipated by the next.

I grabbed a tusk of hair, pulled us apart, and raised one brow quickly. A forceful swing swapped our positions, the slightest giggle falling out. We kissed again, my hands pushing us to the next stage, pushing her top up over her head. I flicked my tongue around her points as I found her hair once more. Massaging her skull lightly, I tightened my grip momentarily, then released.

Her fingers teased my tip, sliding along my shaft, tickling down below. The cutest snicker came out, a sultry bite of her lip setting something off inside of me. Her bottoms disappeared, my hips crawled to her collarbone. Her tongue teased my tip as I slid it around her lips. It disappeared into her mouth, quick back and forth. I pulled out with a low smack, her lips curled upwards, a confident smile forming.

My lips briefly met her body. Each touch sent a spark through her legs, twitching ever so slightly. The further I explored, the more she squirmed, her hips rising, urging me lower. My tongue found it, not doing my usual cat-and-mouse teasing. I went right into it, a surprised yelp turning into a pleasurable shudder.

I took slow, deliberate flicks, no rock left unturned. I wasn’t chasing the end of the tunnel; I was mapping it out. Letting her hang in the middle ground of build-up and climax. Wading through the shallow end, letting us get acclimated, wanting to dive into the deep end together. I loved watching her body react to my actions, shivers out of her control, twitch of her legs, suppressed gasps leaking out.

I rose to my knees, my need to feel her growing to new heights. A little shimmy aligned us, her eyes looking down at my cock, flashing up to mine, then back. Her forehead raised in anticipation as I entered, her teeth dug into her lower lip so hard I thought there would be blood. Each inch of me falling away into her darkness, our hips pulling together as if there were magnets in them.

Her head flung backwards, chest rose, erect nipples staring up at me. I pawed at them, pinching, twisting, and grabbing a handful. I used her chest as a brace, both of my hands caressing her breasts, my hips increasing tempo. The room stunk of sex, from the night previous, reignited by our morning activities. With every stroke, the smell intensified, and our breathing got louder.

I slowed to a crawl, recovering slightly, wrapping my arms around her back. I locked my arms, held her tight, and did a barrel roll. Flipping us over, my cock still nestled into her warm hole. Her hands lifted her up into a sitting position, her head shaking as she grinned, placing her hands on my chest. She bounced once, quick, testing the water. Again, it slipped out, a little frustrated groan turned into a laugh. She lifted it, placing it against her warmth again. Sliding down more precisely, quickened slaps started again.

Her face rubbed against mine, turning into another kiss. Our chests were rubbing together, sparking a growing fire within us. Slow meaningful movements stopped, needy, desperate slapping replaced them. Grunts, words of praise, slick sweaty skin sending waves of sensations through us. I felt down her back, filling my hands with her firm ass.

“YES. YES. YES. Slap me. Harder. Harder. YES.” Jessica’s voice finally made itself known, unable to maintain the suppressed moans, letting go. Her moans peaked; her hips slowed as she ran out of energy. My turn again.

We flipped, my wife back on her back, legs rising to my shoulders. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, the perfect height to stand and penetrate her. I started again, letting her knees fall to the side, framing my cock entering her lips; a work of art that should be captured. Almost psychic, Chloe had subtly approached me from behind. Her hand tapped my lower back, alerting me to her presence. The camera lined up, I gripped her thighs, giving myself leverage, ready for the performance.

I started building up, making sure the rhythm remained the same. Harder, over and over, unable to quiet myself any longer. I let out a growl, deep and throaty, “FUCK.”

I didn’t stop, I couldn’t. Everything started to blur, my wife’s moan begging for release, for us to finish together. The crack of wet skin, the slip of soaked thrusts, the growing feeling rushing from my balls down my shaft into the tip. It started with the shaking of my thighs, my abs compressing, all of my nerves exploding as my hips never stopped.

Jessica’s face was twisted, her hands gripped the sheets. She begged me to keep going, to finish her, to pound her into bliss. I pushed past the barrier, not willing to stop until my wife had reached her end. Her hips jumped suddenly, causing the rest of her squirms to intensify. She writhed in the sheets, incoherent words and sounds trembling out of her.

My body was still moving involuntarily, squeezing out every last drop of our orgasms. Exhaustion overwhelmed us, and we collapsed to the soft, inviting sheets. Chloe climbed in, the camera uncomfortably close.

“Someone lied to me about sex dying when you get married. I’m jealous.”

Quiet chuckles floated in the afterglow, Jessica and I pushing in closer together, touching every part of skin we could. Legs wrapped around each other, hands embracing faces, arms squeezing tighter. Chloe’s jokes kept coming, softening the mood, but my wife’s warm touch was all I wanted.

Chloe silently turned off the camera, placed it on the tripod, and gathered her things. She walked over to us, pausing with a warm smile, looking down at us. She leaned down and kissed my wife on her head, her fingers brushing her chin.

“Are you sure you two don’t need me anymore?” A touch of regret appeared on her face. She had done everything we asked of her and more; maybe we shouldn’t push her away already. I thought about asking her to stay and shower with us, but maybe it would lead to crossing more boundaries. Jessica might not be happy if I asked. I waited, letting Jessica answer.

“I will always need you... Right now, I just need some alone time with my Husband. Call me later, let’s talk tonight... make sure we’re all okay. Maybe you can come visit us soon.” Chloe lost the sad face, turning into a content fake smile.

“You two are perfect for each other... maybe someday I’ll...” Chloe hesitated, changed her mind. “ I’ll call you...” She waved as she exited the door, a disappointing quiet filled the room. Neither my wife nor I talking for a few moments.

“Room Service?” Jessica gripped my hand, snapping me out of my haze.