24-12-2018, 12:32 PM
"I saw him touching you," I whispered.
She nodded. "He's been touching me constantly. I'm soaking right now." She gave me an inquisitive smile. "Were you really sleeping? Or pretending so he could get me alone?"
It was my turn to smile. "Really sleeping, but that's a good idea," I said and we both laughed.
"Soooo ... are you Jen or Jenny right now?" I asked with an excited grin.
She smiled back. "You want me to be Jenny don't you?"
I nodded yes.
"You're so predictable!" she said with a laugh. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you," she said sliding off the stool. As she passed she gave my hard cock a quick squeeze, a little too hard. "If I see you looking at Allie's boobs again I'll have to hurt you," she teasingly threatened.
Jen dove into the pool, leaving her high heels by the side. She was instantly surrounded by guys, but they were discouraged away when she swam up to Scott. They laughed and played in the pool for almost 30 minutes. For a lot of that time their hands were under water, out of my view. I wondered how much petting they were doing.
I went back to our lounge chairs. Keri, Jim, Sonya and Byron were already there, mixing drinks. Allie was there too, and she'd brought along two new guys, Hunter and Kevin. She didn't seem to mind at all Scott was paying all his attention to Jen.
Jen and Scott finally joined us. They were wet, having just gotten out of the pool. They were still laughing and joking around, their arms almost touching, playfully bumping into each other as they approached us. Jen's high heels dangled from her two fingers as she walked.
Everyone glanced at me as they approached. They all knew the story. Knew how close Jen had gotten to Scott before, knew how threatened and upset I'd gotten. I glanced at Allie. She was looking at me, shaking her head and practically rolling her eyes, as if saying "you're giving Scott another chance with Jen, how stupid can you be?"
I handed Jen a towel. "Thanks baby," she said, putting the towel on the lounger next to me and laying down. Scott quickly claimed the lounger next to her, so she was sitting between us. Byron and Allie's new friends Hunter and Kevin played bartender and made pitchers of margaritas and cosmos. They passed out drinks and soon everyone was talking and laughing.
"You're not drinking?" I heard Scott say.
"Feeling kinda dehydrated," Jen said, sipping a water bottle. I wondered how long Jen could avoid letting on she was pregnant.
The cabana boys and girls restocked our bar and brought munchies (I signed the check for $15,000!).
I looked over at Jen. She was laying on her front on her elbows, her face turned to look at Scott. They were smiling and talking, like a couple enjoying the last rays of the sun. In fact, I'm sure the new guys Hunter and Kevin thought they were the couple, not Jen and me, since she'd been with him all day and hardly with me at all.
As they talked, Scott's hand was on Jen's ass. Not her ass, but her lower back. His fingers traced the jet black swirls of her new henna tattoo. He wasn't fondling her, not really. It was more the familiar touch of a boyfriend with his girlfriend, as they enjoyed being together.
At one point, Jen abruptly turned her head towards me. She looked into my face, as if studying me, as if waiting. I realized she was giving me a chance to say our safe word. But I didn't. She turned back to Scott as if nothing had happened.
Jen's attentions weren't solely on Scott. She was too much of a social butterfly for that. I saw her talking and laughing with Allie, Hunter and Kevin. For the first time I really looked at Allie's new friends. Hunter had dark complexion and hair and Kevin was blonde but both were cut from the same "Beautiful People" mode, tall and handsome, toned muscular bodies. It was something seeing the 2 beautiful girls hanging out so casually with Hunter and Kevin despite being topless, wearing only bikini bottoms and high heels, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.
I felt tipsy as cabana boys and girls continuously refilled my glass from their bottomless pitchers of margaritas and cosmos. At some point they'd taken over for Byron and Allie's new friends.
The crowd started clustering around our space. I wasn't surprised, not with our group having the 2 best looking girls (and 2 other girls who were quite attractive), especially since all were topless. The cabana boys and girls noticed this and quickly put up a burgundy velvet privacy rope around our area. I guess we rated since we'd spent so much.
I felt a hand on my back and turned. It was Jen. "Hi baby," she said smiling at me. "Wild party huh?" She tapped the rim of my glass with her finger. "Don't drink too much or you'll miss out on all the fun." Then she did her social butterfly thing again and was gone. I decided to take Jen's advice and slowed down the drinking.
As darkness fell low intensity lanterns in varying colors came on. Red, yellow, orange, like a Hawaiian luau. Though, they did little more than create shadows between umbrellas and palm trees. A DJ arrived replacing the hypnotic trance music with the beat of high energy dance music. The combined effect was to turn Venus from an opulent pool to an ultra-trendy dance club.
To my surprise, Scott took off his bathing suit. I thought I was seeing things in the low light, but then Byron took off his. I thought the bouncers were going to throw us out, but then I saw other guys taking off their suits, and girls taking off their tops and bottoms. I realized Venus wasn't just topless, but allowed full European nudity!
As the drinks flowed, Keri and Sonya took off their bottoms. So did Jim. We weren't the only ones. Looking around, about half the crowd was nude.
Hunter and Kevin took off their trunks. After egging her, Allie took off her bottoms, laughingly flipping them into the air.
My eyes sought out Jen and Scott. He was laughing and egging her on to take off her bottoms. She was laughing back and shaking her head.
In the middle of a laugh she turned her head and locked eyes with me. All I'd have to do is say "Jen." She was 15 feet away but she'd hear me. Just "Jen" and this would all be over, she'd be all mine again.
My voice caught in my throat, from excitement and alcohol. I hesitated too long. She turned back to Scott.
He kept laughing and egging her on. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the bottoms. Although she still looked at Scott, she turned her body slightly so I could see her front. Then she pulled the bottoms down, bending over to pull them all the way down her long legs. In her high heels she stepped out of them.
In the bent over position I couldn't see her front. But my eyes grew wide as she rose up. She'd shaved off her landing strip! She was completely bare!
Time seemed to stop. My sweet pretty wife, completely nude, in front of not just Scott but a whole pool of guys. It seemed like the crowd had been waiting for the pretty, leggy blonde to take it all off as there was a momentary hush as every guy clustered around the velvet rope stopped to check out my wife. The men in our group -- Byron, Hunter and Kevin, and Jim – ogled Jen too.
Unlike Allie who'd delightedly shouted her nakedness to the world, Jen looked shy and demure, to the extent that was possible standing completely nude in just high heels. Her demeanor just added to her sexuality.
Jen's completely bare pussy meant something special to me and Scott. After all, Allie kept herself completely bare too, as did Keri and a lot of the other girls prancing naked around the pool.
But last night Jen still had her tiny landing strip. Today she didn't. She'd shaven herself for Scott. I knew it.
He knew it too. He moved close and whispered into her ear, his fingers trailing down her flat stomach. His fingers stopped short of her pussy -- bouncers WERE throwing people out who got too intimate. But his fingertips ran circles over her soft skin where the landing strip had been.
I imagined him saying "You shaved yourself bare for me, didn't you? Just like you're getting a tat for me. I knew you couldn't resist me."
I couldn't take my eyes off Scott with my wife. They were surrounded by people, but it was like they were the only people in the world. Standing close to each other looking into the other's eyes, talking and flirting, Jen completely nude except for high heels, Scott caressing her like she belonged to him.
My cock was so hard it hurt. Seeing them together was exhilarating. But it was hard to watch too. I felt incredibly jealous and hurt. Suddenly I wanted to end the game. I wanted my wife back!
There was a commotion on the other side of the pool. I looked over. Just some horse play. When I looked back, Jen and Scott were gone.
Where were they? I panicked. I needed to stop this! I'd changed my mind. I didn't want Jen to start up with Scott again!
I frantically searched through the crowd for them. But I couldn't find them. The pool was crowded and dark. They might be in a dark alcove, or they might have gone back up to his room. I was upset Jen hadn't come to get me. But then, she'd given me multiple chances to use the safe word and I hadn't. I couldn't really blame her for what they might be doing now.
I was beginning to resign myself that I wouldn't see her until much later tonight or even tomorrow morning when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned.
It was Jen. "Here you are wandering around," she said smiling. "Checking out all the pretty girls?" She was wearing her cover-up.
"I was looking for you," I said feeling annoyed and relieved.
"Just getting our stuff." Our bag was around her arm. She smiled as I took it from her. "Ready to go?" she asked.
We left Venus and entered Caesars Palace, walking through the casino (like all Vegas hotels, you had to go through the casino to get anywhere). Every male head turned as we passed. The short sundress showed off a lot of Jen's perfect legs, clicking along in her high heels.
It was clear she hadn't put her top back on either. There were no strings tied around her neck, and the thin material of the bodice molded around her braless breasts, dented by her hard nipples.
I brushed the back of my hand across her hip. I didn't feel a string. She hadn't put her bottoms on either.
"Is Scott meeting us?" I asked.
"Nope," she said.
I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. Mostly relief though. I guess the heart ache of their past relationship was still too fresh for me.
She nodded. "He's been touching me constantly. I'm soaking right now." She gave me an inquisitive smile. "Were you really sleeping? Or pretending so he could get me alone?"
It was my turn to smile. "Really sleeping, but that's a good idea," I said and we both laughed.
"Soooo ... are you Jen or Jenny right now?" I asked with an excited grin.
She smiled back. "You want me to be Jenny don't you?"
I nodded yes.
"You're so predictable!" she said with a laugh. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you," she said sliding off the stool. As she passed she gave my hard cock a quick squeeze, a little too hard. "If I see you looking at Allie's boobs again I'll have to hurt you," she teasingly threatened.
Jen dove into the pool, leaving her high heels by the side. She was instantly surrounded by guys, but they were discouraged away when she swam up to Scott. They laughed and played in the pool for almost 30 minutes. For a lot of that time their hands were under water, out of my view. I wondered how much petting they were doing.
I went back to our lounge chairs. Keri, Jim, Sonya and Byron were already there, mixing drinks. Allie was there too, and she'd brought along two new guys, Hunter and Kevin. She didn't seem to mind at all Scott was paying all his attention to Jen.
Jen and Scott finally joined us. They were wet, having just gotten out of the pool. They were still laughing and joking around, their arms almost touching, playfully bumping into each other as they approached us. Jen's high heels dangled from her two fingers as she walked.
Everyone glanced at me as they approached. They all knew the story. Knew how close Jen had gotten to Scott before, knew how threatened and upset I'd gotten. I glanced at Allie. She was looking at me, shaking her head and practically rolling her eyes, as if saying "you're giving Scott another chance with Jen, how stupid can you be?"
I handed Jen a towel. "Thanks baby," she said, putting the towel on the lounger next to me and laying down. Scott quickly claimed the lounger next to her, so she was sitting between us. Byron and Allie's new friends Hunter and Kevin played bartender and made pitchers of margaritas and cosmos. They passed out drinks and soon everyone was talking and laughing.
"You're not drinking?" I heard Scott say.
"Feeling kinda dehydrated," Jen said, sipping a water bottle. I wondered how long Jen could avoid letting on she was pregnant.
The cabana boys and girls restocked our bar and brought munchies (I signed the check for $15,000!).
I looked over at Jen. She was laying on her front on her elbows, her face turned to look at Scott. They were smiling and talking, like a couple enjoying the last rays of the sun. In fact, I'm sure the new guys Hunter and Kevin thought they were the couple, not Jen and me, since she'd been with him all day and hardly with me at all.
As they talked, Scott's hand was on Jen's ass. Not her ass, but her lower back. His fingers traced the jet black swirls of her new henna tattoo. He wasn't fondling her, not really. It was more the familiar touch of a boyfriend with his girlfriend, as they enjoyed being together.
At one point, Jen abruptly turned her head towards me. She looked into my face, as if studying me, as if waiting. I realized she was giving me a chance to say our safe word. But I didn't. She turned back to Scott as if nothing had happened.
Jen's attentions weren't solely on Scott. She was too much of a social butterfly for that. I saw her talking and laughing with Allie, Hunter and Kevin. For the first time I really looked at Allie's new friends. Hunter had dark complexion and hair and Kevin was blonde but both were cut from the same "Beautiful People" mode, tall and handsome, toned muscular bodies. It was something seeing the 2 beautiful girls hanging out so casually with Hunter and Kevin despite being topless, wearing only bikini bottoms and high heels, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.
I felt tipsy as cabana boys and girls continuously refilled my glass from their bottomless pitchers of margaritas and cosmos. At some point they'd taken over for Byron and Allie's new friends.
The crowd started clustering around our space. I wasn't surprised, not with our group having the 2 best looking girls (and 2 other girls who were quite attractive), especially since all were topless. The cabana boys and girls noticed this and quickly put up a burgundy velvet privacy rope around our area. I guess we rated since we'd spent so much.
I felt a hand on my back and turned. It was Jen. "Hi baby," she said smiling at me. "Wild party huh?" She tapped the rim of my glass with her finger. "Don't drink too much or you'll miss out on all the fun." Then she did her social butterfly thing again and was gone. I decided to take Jen's advice and slowed down the drinking.
As darkness fell low intensity lanterns in varying colors came on. Red, yellow, orange, like a Hawaiian luau. Though, they did little more than create shadows between umbrellas and palm trees. A DJ arrived replacing the hypnotic trance music with the beat of high energy dance music. The combined effect was to turn Venus from an opulent pool to an ultra-trendy dance club.
To my surprise, Scott took off his bathing suit. I thought I was seeing things in the low light, but then Byron took off his. I thought the bouncers were going to throw us out, but then I saw other guys taking off their suits, and girls taking off their tops and bottoms. I realized Venus wasn't just topless, but allowed full European nudity!
As the drinks flowed, Keri and Sonya took off their bottoms. So did Jim. We weren't the only ones. Looking around, about half the crowd was nude.
Hunter and Kevin took off their trunks. After egging her, Allie took off her bottoms, laughingly flipping them into the air.
My eyes sought out Jen and Scott. He was laughing and egging her on to take off her bottoms. She was laughing back and shaking her head.
In the middle of a laugh she turned her head and locked eyes with me. All I'd have to do is say "Jen." She was 15 feet away but she'd hear me. Just "Jen" and this would all be over, she'd be all mine again.
My voice caught in my throat, from excitement and alcohol. I hesitated too long. She turned back to Scott.
He kept laughing and egging her on. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the bottoms. Although she still looked at Scott, she turned her body slightly so I could see her front. Then she pulled the bottoms down, bending over to pull them all the way down her long legs. In her high heels she stepped out of them.
In the bent over position I couldn't see her front. But my eyes grew wide as she rose up. She'd shaved off her landing strip! She was completely bare!
Time seemed to stop. My sweet pretty wife, completely nude, in front of not just Scott but a whole pool of guys. It seemed like the crowd had been waiting for the pretty, leggy blonde to take it all off as there was a momentary hush as every guy clustered around the velvet rope stopped to check out my wife. The men in our group -- Byron, Hunter and Kevin, and Jim – ogled Jen too.
Unlike Allie who'd delightedly shouted her nakedness to the world, Jen looked shy and demure, to the extent that was possible standing completely nude in just high heels. Her demeanor just added to her sexuality.
Jen's completely bare pussy meant something special to me and Scott. After all, Allie kept herself completely bare too, as did Keri and a lot of the other girls prancing naked around the pool.
But last night Jen still had her tiny landing strip. Today she didn't. She'd shaven herself for Scott. I knew it.
He knew it too. He moved close and whispered into her ear, his fingers trailing down her flat stomach. His fingers stopped short of her pussy -- bouncers WERE throwing people out who got too intimate. But his fingertips ran circles over her soft skin where the landing strip had been.
I imagined him saying "You shaved yourself bare for me, didn't you? Just like you're getting a tat for me. I knew you couldn't resist me."
I couldn't take my eyes off Scott with my wife. They were surrounded by people, but it was like they were the only people in the world. Standing close to each other looking into the other's eyes, talking and flirting, Jen completely nude except for high heels, Scott caressing her like she belonged to him.
My cock was so hard it hurt. Seeing them together was exhilarating. But it was hard to watch too. I felt incredibly jealous and hurt. Suddenly I wanted to end the game. I wanted my wife back!
There was a commotion on the other side of the pool. I looked over. Just some horse play. When I looked back, Jen and Scott were gone.
Where were they? I panicked. I needed to stop this! I'd changed my mind. I didn't want Jen to start up with Scott again!
I frantically searched through the crowd for them. But I couldn't find them. The pool was crowded and dark. They might be in a dark alcove, or they might have gone back up to his room. I was upset Jen hadn't come to get me. But then, she'd given me multiple chances to use the safe word and I hadn't. I couldn't really blame her for what they might be doing now.
I was beginning to resign myself that I wouldn't see her until much later tonight or even tomorrow morning when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned.
It was Jen. "Here you are wandering around," she said smiling. "Checking out all the pretty girls?" She was wearing her cover-up.
"I was looking for you," I said feeling annoyed and relieved.
"Just getting our stuff." Our bag was around her arm. She smiled as I took it from her. "Ready to go?" she asked.
We left Venus and entered Caesars Palace, walking through the casino (like all Vegas hotels, you had to go through the casino to get anywhere). Every male head turned as we passed. The short sundress showed off a lot of Jen's perfect legs, clicking along in her high heels.
It was clear she hadn't put her top back on either. There were no strings tied around her neck, and the thin material of the bodice molded around her braless breasts, dented by her hard nipples.
I brushed the back of my hand across her hip. I didn't feel a string. She hadn't put her bottoms on either.
"Is Scott meeting us?" I asked.
"Nope," she said.
I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. Mostly relief though. I guess the heart ache of their past relationship was still too fresh for me.
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