Vegas Birthday Weekend Ch. 04

As my name indicates, all of my stories are based in truth and the events have actually happened in my life. That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little "twist" or "spice" to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what's "truth" and what's the "twist".

For this multi-part story, each chapter will fall under a different category as that's how the actual weekend in Vegas played out. For new readers, I should probably explain that the reason we were in Vegas was to celebrate my 30 th birthday. Sherri had a plan to give me a different "sexy" card and gift on each night of the trip.

Chapter One was about our first night in Vegas (Exhibitionist) in front of the large windows of our hotel suite. Chapter Two was our playing around with a bit of Bondage (BDSM). Chapter Three was a poolside interlude. This leads us to Chapter Four; Saturday night in Vegas with a special show!

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After our afternoon by the pool, Sherri and I went back up to our suite for a nap before the evening's activities. I woke first, grabbed a shower, got dressed and went into the suite's living room to wait for her. When the double doors to the bedroom opened, I saw a very different look for Sherri for the evening.

For the past few days and nights, she had been in "Vegas-mode", dressing in short skirts, tight pants, sultry tops, and high heels. That night, she looked almost... innocent. She was in a flowery sundress that was tight around her small waist and flared out a bit to just above her knees. The top was a halter that covered her small, perky breasts and wrapped around her neck leaving her shoulders exposed. The slight outline of her nipples showed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was pulled back in a long, loose ponytail that fell to the middle of her back and her makeup was light and fresh. Her feet were covered in a pair of pink ballet-type shoes and her skin was flushed and tinted from the day in the sun.

She stepped into the living room and gave a little spin that caused her skirt to float and flare out a bit, "So? What do you think?" she asked as she gave me a spinning glimpse of her pink panties.

"Definitely a different look - but you look amazing!"

"Yeah" she continued as she did a final check in the mirror, "My body needed a break from the heels and tight dresses. I just wanted to be comfy tonight."

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my swelling dick against her ass, "I like the look. I don't know how you're managing to look so innocent and sexy at the same time."

Sherri squiggled away from my grasp, "Enough of that for now. I'm hungry. Let's go eat before the show."

We left the room and made our way to the Spanish tapas restaurant for our reservation. We planned to have dinner and drinks, and then head over to see Zumanity - the adult-themed performance by Cirque du Soleil. After an hour or so, we sat at the table, finishing dinner, and sipping on mojitos. Sherri reached into her bag and produced that night's card - this time accompanied by a small gift box.

On our first night, she gave me a series of Birthday cards that each had a different note on the front. "Open first", "Open Thursday night", "Open Friday night", "Open Saturday night", "Open Sunday night" and finally, "Open Monday".

On the first night, I opened a card that read "Tonight, we'll let everyone know it's your birthday!" That lead to a night of sex in front of the large windows of our hotel suite. Night two, the card encouraged me to "Unwrap my Toy" which had Sherri bound and used as my toy for the night. Now, it was time to open the card for night three.

I ripped open the envelope and pulled the card out. As soon as I opened it, a high-pitched chipmunk-type voice started to sing a sped-up version of "Happy Birthday" while a pop-up balloon spun and buzzed. It was enough to make the two tables next to us look over and chuckle at the over-the-top card. I shook my head and then read the inscription, "Tonight, is about the buzz."

"So? We're getting really drunk?" I asked.

"Probably. But that's not all." Sherri slid the small box across the table to me. I took off the wrapping and opened it to find a small pink remote control that had a few buttons and lights on it. I quickly figured out what it was, but Sherri leaned in, lowered her voice, and explained more.

"I'm wearing some special panties tonight and that controls them. I thought it would be fun since we're seeing an adult show, to let you play with me all night. The buttons on the left control the power and the ones on the right control the pattern of the vibrations. Just do me a favor, when you use it. If you can ramp up the power rather than just going on high right away, I'd appreciate it. When you just jam it on, it kind of hurts."

I turned and flipped the remote in my hand, in a small state of awe over my girlfriend's latest surprise for me. "This is awesome. Can I try it now?"

"Yeah. Go for it."

I turned the remote on and saw the lights for the lowest setting illuminate. Sherri gave a small gasp of air as the hidden toy came to life. Her eyes closed momentarily, and her hips shifted slightly.

"Wow.... ok... I... um.... that feels good."

I placed my hand over the remote, hiding it from view and left it active as we sat with our drinks. I noticed that her face was flushed and she was fidgeting in her seat.

"What's it feel like?" I asked.

"It feels good. It's just enough that it's getting me aroused, but not enough to make me crazy. It's almost like a nice massage on my pussy." Her eyes closed and a little smile curled the corners of her lips. I noticed that she was peering around the restaurant to see if anyone noticed what was happening in her most intimate area.

"Should I keep it on that setting?"

"For now, yeah. Let me get used to the feeling." We continued to sip our drinks and chat while the toy continued its hidden massage. Sherri seemed to relax more and more at the subtle sensations. We had settled into normal conversation and even the flush had left her cheeks after a few minutes. Noticing this, I used one set of buttons to change the pulses and bumped up the power another notch.

The effects were immediately apparent as Sherri's eye's popped open wide before her shoulders and head slumped town toward the table with a gasp and a giggle. I watched her back rise and fall with deep breaths as she tried to steady her breathing from the sudden change in sensation.

"Holy fuck" she whispered. "The first one was sort of a steady massage. This one is like pulsating off and on in short bursts. Mmmmmmmm.... fuck this feels good."

I looked around the surrounding tables to see if anyone else noticed that my girlfriend was sitting in plain sight getting increasingly aroused. To my slight surprise, literally nobody had even raised an eyebrow. What was so sensually obvious to me, was still completely hidden to the outside world.

"Should I leave it there?" I asked.

Sherri lifted her head and looked around, making a similar assessment of the room.

She bit her lower lip and giggled again. "Yes. Leave it there. It feels really good. I tried this thing on my own once, so I knew what to expect." She was talking in a loud whisper so I could hear her, but nobody else around us.

"You did? When? Where?"

"Shut up. That's not my point. My point is, it's definitely more intense using it in public like this. Leave it there for now."

To an uninformed observer, Sherri probably appeared to be unsettled and nervous. A permanent smirk was on her face, and she was squirming and shifting in her seat. She was furtively glancing around the restaurant, as if people were watching her, playing with her hair and randomly moving her hands from the table to her face to her lap. She repeatedly reached out and took small sips of her drink, not from thirst but just to give them something to do. There were subtle shifts to her body as she rotated her hips increasing the sensations while trying to keep her upper body still.

The waitress passed by and asked if we wanted anything. Sherri ordered us two shots of tequila.

I pushed some buttons and changed the settings. Sherri's head dipped down and she gripped the back of her neck with both hands. I watched her take a number of long, deep breaths through puckered lips. I noticed that her nipples had hardened under her dress and one of her hands moved up and rubbed over the puckered fabric.

"Oh fuck" she whispered as she closed her eyes and slumped back into the booth. Her face kept contorting between a smile and an almost pained expression as the hidden vibrator moved her closer to orgasm. She sat forward with her elbows on the table as her eyes darted around the restaurant.

The waitress returned with our shots and Sherri struggled to maintain her composure. As she placed the drinks down, the waitress seemed to give my girlfriend a knowing look that something was amiss.

Sherri was able to take a couple of deep breaths, allowing her to lift the shot glass and shoot the tequila down her throat. I followed her lead, never taking my eyes off of her across the booth.

Her head rolled up as she looked up toward the ceiling and her body tensed. Short, sharp breaths were escaping her while her eyes went wide. "Fuck... fuck.. fuck..." Her hands moved under the table and seemed to be stroking her own thighs as her hips shifted and moved on the seat of the booth. Her head slumped again, and a series of whimpers escaped as she covered her mouth. She shuddered and shifted a few times before finally saying, "Stop, stop. Turn it off."

I turned off the controls as she slumped forward hiding her face in her hands. When she looked up, she had a dirty smile on her face.

"Holy shit" she whispered. "I just fucking came in a restaurant." She took a few more deep breaths before taking a long sip of her drink. "My cunt is fucking dripping. I need to use the restroom."

She got up and left for the restroom as I tried to adjust my hard on under the table. I was seriously considering bailing on the show and trying to convince her to return to the suite to continue our fun. I sat and waited with the small remote in my hand thinking about the night ahead. The waitress returned and put two more shots of tequila on the table.

"These are on the house. You two look like you're having some fun and tequila always helps with that."

A few more minutes passed and I saw Sherri turning the corner returning from the bathroom. On a whim, I hit the remote and watched her stagger slightly, grabbing the back of another booth for support. To anyone watching, it appeared that she may have slipped, but I knew it was the electric pulse that had just hit her pussy.

She gingerly walked to the table and gave me a look. "Turn it off. I just got cleaned up and need a break." She saw the shots and I explained that the waitress had dropped them off for us.

"Holy shit." She started. "Do you think she knows what's going on?"

"She might not know the exact details, but I feel like if you're a waitress in Vegas, you've seen a lot."

"Well then" she said. "Here's to seeing some more tonight!" We toasted and let the second shot slide down our throats. Looking at the time, we decided to settle up. We then left the lounge and made our way through the polished marble lobbies, smoky, carpeted casinos and immense walkways on our way to the theater. Both of us were feeling the effects of the alcohol and the teasing, so we were showing more public affection than we normally would. Nothing outrageous, but more touching and rubbing as we made our way to the show.

At one point, we were on a large, moving sidewalk that seemed to stretch on for blocks. Sherri was standing in front of me, holding on to the moving rail when I pressed the button in my pocket. Her knees buckled and her hips swiveled at the sudden sensation. Her free hand instinctively moved toward her groin before she pulled it away. I stepped up closely behind her and pressed my crotch against her ass.

"You are evil." She said over her shoulder.

"I'll turn it off at the end of the sidewalk or if you come. Whatever happens first." I whispered into her ear. I turned the dials, mixing up the sensations and felt her press her ass harder against me. Her heavy breathing returned, and she tightened her grip on both the handrail and my forearm that was wrapped around her. Her body was responding to the vibrations, and I felt that I was holding up more of her weight as we continued the slow progression down the sidewalk.

I snaked my hand up the back of her dress and caressed her bare ass cheek.

"If you spread your legs, I bet I can get my fingers inside you." I whispered, probably louder than I realized.

Taking a deep breath, she stiffened up, swatted my hand away and turned toward me, riding the walkway backwards, her arms wrapped around my waist. "Oh, you fucker. I'm coming again." She moaned into my shoulder. One leg lifted slightly and pressed against my thigh as the small waves and contractions ravaged her. I turned off the remote and felt her slump against me. Her face was sweaty against my neck as she regained control of her body.

As we neared the end of the walkway, she set some new rules. "That's enough for now, babe. I need some breaks otherwise I'm going to pass out. You need to behave."

We arrived at the New York New York hotel, found the theater, gave our tickets at the door, and entered a large theater that was designed to feel intimate and immersive, with deep red velvet curtains, dim golden lighting, and plush seating that evoked a sultry, speakeasy vibe. Costumed performers worked their way around the lobby and the theater as people entered, mingling with the audience, teasing and playfully flirting with us, setting the tone for the night.

The theater was smaller than other Vegas venues, making the experience feel more personal. Our seats and the others in the front row, were red velvet loveseats with a cocktail table positioned close enough for the performers to interact with audience members, adding an unpredictable and exciting dynamic. Scantily-clad, incredibly-fit performers slithered and strode up to the tables promising us an exciting and erotic night ahead.

We ordered a bottle of champagne to share and waited for the show to start. The lights dimmed and the stage was illuminated. The show was hosted by a flamboyant, charismatic emcee who kept the energy high with raunchy humor, witty banter, and playful audience interaction. Their role was to guide the audience through the night's sensual journey, making them laugh, blush, and sometimes even squirm in their seats. A live band performed a mix of sultry jazz, blues, and contemporary beats that seamlessly blended with the performance. The vocals were often deep and soulful, adding an extra layer of passion to the visuals on stage.

As the show started, acrobatic performers took the stage in costumes that were an extravagant mix of leather, lace, corsets, fishnets, feathers, and shimmering fabrics. Every act featured nearly nude performers, and naked breasts and asses were standard on all the incredibly fit performers.

Watching the show was like sitting in a wild combination of sex club, strip club and fetish rave where everyone got involved, including the audience. The gender-fluid host interacted with the crowd, especially those in the front row love seats, with a mix of raunchy humor, suggestive comments, and playful banter. The first act had a pair of sculpted male aerialists performing a breathtaking and passionate routine high above the stage, combining strength and grace in a routine that felt like a physical love story. The entire audience was mesmerized, watching two of the most fit men I had ever seen perform high above our heads. There was a homoerotic undertone to their performance which set the tone for the night. If anyone was sensitive or closed-minded to sex and sensuality, it wasn't the show for them.

They were followed by a classic burlesque number with extravagant feather fans, corsets, and glittering costumes that paid homage to old-school Las Vegas showgirl glamour, but with a modern, risqué twist. Next was a comedic act that broke up the intensity of the more sensual performances, featuring a hilarious striptease by a "shy" character who slowly gained confidence. By the end of the act, she was strutting on the stage with her bare breasts jiggling for all to see until "security" carried her off.

After that, the host came down from the stage and begin to troll the front seats for a volunteer. They flirted and made sexy, suggestive comments as they went booth to booth looking for someone to join them on stage. As they worked their way closer to our booth, I pressed the remote in my pocket.

For the first time that night, Sherri wasn't subtle in her response. A high-pitched squeal burst from her which she immediately turned into a strange, unnatural laugh. Fortunately, nobody around us picked up on her outburst. Maybe it was the ambient sensuality of the show, but Sherri was much more open with her reaction to the vibrations of the toy. She was grinding her legs together under the table, trying to increase the friction on her sensitive spots. The host was lingering at the booth next to us, chiding the man for his lack of fashion sense while flirting with him at the same time. Sherri was working hard to watch the interaction but struggled to sit still. She reached over and gripped my hand, pulling me closer. Her palm was sweaty as she dug her nails into my hand. Small whimpers escaped her lips as the toy buzzed away, mere feet from the host who was still lingering in the adjacent booth.

As the guy in the booth next to us was led by the hand to the stage by the host, Sherri moved my hand to her crotch. For the first time, I could feel the buzzing of the toy concealed in her panties. Somehow, I had set it on a 'rolling wave' pattern where the vibrations were climbing and dropping in an ongoing sequence. She pushed my hand down harder on the toy, increasing the pressure on her clit. As the crowd roared at the plight of our neighbor on stage, Sherri's hips pumped and spasmed against my hand as she had her third orgasm of the night. A series of low moans and whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to hide her climax from the people around us. A sheen of sweat was covering her forehead, and her breaths were coming fast and deep.

Her head slumped forward as she uttered a quiet, "Oh.. fuck.. fuck....". I turned off the switch and watched her shoulders pump up and down as the sensations subsided. Her head popped up and she had a wide smile on her face as she guiltily looked around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction. Fortunately, everyone was focused on the guy onstage who was wearing a hot pink bra with matching boa, imitating the sensual moves of a dancer. When the act mercifully ended for him, the house lights came up signaling the shows intermission.

While still beautiful, Sherri looked a bit disheveled in the brighter lights. Her hair had come loose from the ponytail she still looked flushed. There was a shiny sheen to her face and her pristine dress was still crumpled between her thighs. She excused herself to use the ladies room while I waited in the booth. She returned a few minutes later, everything seemingly back in place.

"Holy shit" she started. "I looked like a wreck when I saw myself in the mirror. I felt like everyone who saw me knew I just came in my seat thanks to you."

"You chose the gift tonight, babe. Can't blame me for what happens."

"Well, I'm pausing the gift for a bit so I can actually enjoy the second half of the show."

She reached over and I felt her place something in my hand. I opened it up to see a small bullet vibrator that had a soft latex cover surrounding it.

"Well, that's no fun." I said as the lights started to dim, signifying the second act was starting.

"You still want fun?" she whispered to me as the music swelled. "My panties were so wet that I had to take them off in the bathroom and put them in my purse." My cock immediately swelled at the thought of her bare pussy beneath the thin sundress. As I reached my hand toward her, she crossed her legs and grabbed my wrist saying, "I think you've had enough fun for now."

The second half of the show was just as erotic as the first half with a multitude of quasi-sexual acts taking the stage. Two stunningly athletic women performed a seductive, synchronized acrobatic routine inside a massive, transparent bowl filled with water, dripping sexuality as they moved in perfect harmony. They were followed by a contortionist who spent ten minutes twisting into impossible shapes, before a powerful and seductive female performer commanded the stage in a BDSM-inspired act, exploring themes of dominance, submission, and empowerment. There was even a comedic and sexualized take on the classic Houdini straight-jacket escape act, blending humor with bondage-inspired imagery.

The content of the show would have been enough to keep me aroused but it was increased by the way Sherri kept reaching over and gently rubbing my cock through my pants. It was never enough to be obvious but enough to keep me hard. At one point, during the contortionist's act, she took my hand and ran it under her dress, up her thigh, over her exposed skin, until I made contact with her smooth, bare, pussy. She let it linger long enough for me to feel that she was still wet before she removed my hand and blocked my access again.

The grand finale of the show had the entire ensemble on stage with a cornucopia of bare breasts, buttocks, and muscles. The crowd erupted and stood in unison applauding the performance. As the audience filed out, there was an erotic charge throughout the room having all watched the sexual escapades for over two hours. I silently wondered how many people were heading back to their hotel rooms to continue the fun in their own beds.

Sherri and I walked arm in arm through the casino to the moving sidewalks that would eventually lead us back to our hotel. It was still relatively early for Vegas standards as it was only 11:00 and the strip was just starting to come to life. As we stood on the moving sidewalk, my hand crept down to grip and rub her ass, knowing it was just the thin layer of the sundress between me and her skin.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" I asked.

"Well, it's pretty early and I'm not really tired yet." She replied. "But I also don't really feel like gambling or sitting in a bar... so..."

"So? What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking you go to the bar, grab us some drinks and bring them upstairs. I'm going to head up there now and you can meet me there." She gave me a kiss and started walking toward the elevators while I went to the lobby bar. Over the course of the weekend, I had become accustomed to this pattern. She would go up the room before me and 'prepare' herself for the next part of my birthday gift. I felt myself stiffen in anticipation of what that night's surprise might be.

There was a small crowd at the bar, and I had to wait my turn to get the bartender's attention. It was nearly 15 minutes later when I went to the room, a martini in one hand and an old fashioned in the other. When I got to the door, it took me a minute to properly balance the drinks and still manipulate my key card to the sensor to open the door.

I entered the room and saw most of the lights were off and Sherri was sitting on the love seat that we had turned to face the huge windows looking over the Vegas strip. As I walked the perimeter of the room, I was surprised to see that she hadn't changed since our evening out. She was still in her sundress, with her ballet shoes on the floor and her bare feet tucked underneath her. Not seeing sexy lingerie or bare skin, a slight pang of disappointment went through me.

I placed the drinks on the small table in front of the sofa and settled in next to her. We toasted and each took a sip as we gazed out toward the bright lights of the city.

"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"I did. The show was a lot racier than I thought it would be."

We chatted about the show and sipped our drinks. As we did, Sherri's hand crept to my crotch, and she started to rub me through my pants.

"I was sure the entire place heard me cum. Thank goodness the show was so loud."

"I have to admit, that was pretty hot. It was a fun little game tonight. What made you think of it?"

"Remember I went to that home party at Linda's last month? It was a lingerie and adult toy party - where they bring and sell all kinds of sexy stuff. I knew this weekend was coming up and I thought it would be a fun way to celebrate, so I bought a bunch of the things that night."

"Really?"

"Yup. Like the bondage tape? Didn't even know that was a thing. When I got the box in, I was actually embarrassed in my own place going through it all."

I chuckled while she continued, "The best part was, I tested everything out before I brought it with me, since I didn't want anything to go wrong here!"

"Seriously?"

"That's how I knew how sticky the tape was and figured out how to get myself into the handcuffs."

"What about the toy tonight?"

"Same thing. One night when I was home, I put it in, turned on a movie and tried it out."

"And?" I prodded.

"I came like crazy" she laughed. "I tried out all the different settings until I finally had to take it out."

"So you were ready for tonight, then?"

"Not at all. It was one thing to use it alone in my place - but using it in public? That was way more exciting. Also, not having control of it made a difference. The more I struggled to hide what was going on, the more turned on I got. I mean, when I went to the ladies room to take it out, my panties were soaked! I literally stood in the stall and had to make sure I hadn't leaked through to my dress with a big wet spot."

"So that's why you took it out!"

"Yeah, cumming that many times was getting uncomfortable, I needed a bit of a break. Plus, to be fair, my pussy has gotten quite the workout already this weekend."

She put down her glass and sat up on the couch, "But that doesn't mean I can't return the favor."

With that, she unbuckled my belt and started to unbutton my pants. At her signal, I lifted my hips, and she slid my pants and boxers down and eventually off. I watched as she knelt between my spread legs, extended her tongue, and licked up the length of my shaft.

She swirled her tongue around the head and licked back down my length. She opened her mouth and sucked in one of my balls before releasing it then doing the same to the other. Sherri extended her tongue again and licked up the underside of my cock. When she reached the tip again, she took it just inside her mouth and gave it a longer lick and suck. Then, she repeated the pattern. She worked her lips and tongue up and down my shaft, covering it with spit, but she never took me fully in her mouth.

Pausing for a moment, she reached over to my drink glass and fished out some of the ice cubes.

"Here's something I want to try." She said as she popped them into her mouth before leaning back over.

This time, she enveloped my cock in her mouth, and I immediately felt the contrast of her warm mouth with the cold ice cubes. My dick jumped and pulsed at the combination of sensations as she swirled her tongue and the ice around my inflamed skin. As the ice melted, my cock warmed as she continued to suck me. The combination of saliva and melting ice was coating my shaft and had liquid running down to my balls.

Sherri pumped her mouth up and down, taking me into her throat before pausing and letting me sit inside her. She looked up at me and winked before sliding me completely out of her mouth. I gasped at the sensation of leaving her warm mouth to the contrast of the air conditioned room.

"Let's try this" she said.

She took just the head of my dick back in her mouth and cupped my balls with one of her hands. My hips jumped up when I felt a strong vibration pulse from under my sack and up my length. She was using the same bullet vibrator that had electrified her earlier on me. She moved her hand around and I felt the vibrations shift and pulse giving me the dual sensation of her tongue on my head and the vibration on my balls.

I couldn't keep my hips from moving, swiveling, and thrusting with the multiple stimuli. Sherri kept up the pace, shifting the bullet lower so it pulsed against the area between my balls and my ass. With every thrust of my hips, she would take me deeper, while licking and swirling her tongue around me. I felt myself getting closer and closer to a climax and Sherri sensed the same thing.

She took her free hand, grabbed one of mine, and brought it to her braided ponytail. Taking the hint, I wrapped it into my hand and used it to pump her head up and down on my dick. She was able to open her mouth and throat to take me in fully as I fucked her face. When she pushed the bullet harder against my perineum, the vibrations seemed to extend through my entire groin, and I exploded into her mouth.

Sherri locked her lips around me as I shot a load of cum into her mouth. The sound of her swallowing my seed with a few deep 'glug, glug's filled the room. My hips bucked as a seemingly endless stream of semen spewed out of me. All the night's teasing and waiting erupted into my girlfriends waiting throat and stomach.

When I finally stopped spasming, Sherri let my dick slip from her lips. I could see a mixture of cum and saliva dripping down her chin. She wiped it off with a nearby napkin before reaching over and taking a big sip of her martini. She swirled it around in her mouth saying, "Gotta rinse the taste of cum out, babe" with a smile.

I was still sprawled out on the couch with my legs spread as she worked her way back up to the sofa. My cock was slowly deflating as liquids ran down to by balls and thighs. I reached down, grabbed my discarded boxers, and used them to clean myself off.

"That was probably a Top Five blowjob of all time, babe."

"Top FIVE?" she said, punching me in the arm. "What four blowjobs were better than that?"

"Well," I joked. "One Tara had these Altoids and...." A second punch stopped me mid-sentence as we both laughed.

"Regardless," I continued. "Tonight's gift was amazing."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Tonight's birthday gift? Letting me use the remote vibe on you all night. 'All about the buzz' in the card?"

Sherri looked at me quizzically before rolling her eyes.

"Oh shit." She said.

"What?"

"I think I gave you the wrong card. Wait here." She jumped off the couch and went into the suite's attached bedroom. She returned holding another card with the same 'Open Saturday Night' written on it but this one also had 'This one' written underneath in red.

She handed it to me and said, "The first one had a typo. I was supposed to give you this one."

Completely confused, I opened the envelope and saw the exact same card as earlier in the evening. For the second time, the artificial voice sang Happy Birthday while a balloon spun above the card. My eyes traveled down to read the inscription, which this time, was written in red ink: "Tonight, is about the BUTT."

I took a moment to let the words register as I looked back over toward Sherri on the couch. With a smile on her face, she sat up and leaned over the arm of the couch. Lifting her dress up over her hips, she exposed her naked ass to me before using her hands to spread her cheeks open. There in the center of the cleft of her ass, was a dark blue gemstone glimmering in the subtle light. Her inner cheeks were wet and shiny with lubricant around the plug.

"Hope you can recharge, baby." She said with a smile. "Time for your real present tonight."

Coming up next: Chapter #5 "All about the Butt."

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Thanks for reading! Purposely went with a bit of a false finish on this one. Originally, both parts of this night were going to be one chapter, but decided to break it into two parts so I could list under the two different categories.

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