Traffic Girl - Stephanie, Ch. 3

Author's Note: This one maybe comes a little out of nowhere. But I think it's a fun chapter, and crazy shit always has to go down when John goes to Vegas, right? You may notice a new tag I haven't employed in this story before. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Hopefully there are enough fireworks here for you. Happy Fourth!

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Improbably, the frenetic, sex-laden trip to New York with Kat only made me crave my next getaway more. I was in full hedonism mode. The more I got? The more I wanted. So after one day back home, I was greedily anxious for my second getaway, this time with Jess to Las Vegas. I couldn't remember the last time Jess and I had taken a Vegas trip, and we genuinely needed some time to reconnect.

A big reason for that, besides our focus on work, was that Jess was grappling with a new reality when it came to Johnny. The devastating broken leg he suffered had officially ended his football career. That tragic blow came at a time just when Jess and Johnny had reached a happy stasis for their long-running affair. Shelly was on board with them. Kat, Rita, Katie, and I were, too. And then the injury flipped the entire situation upside down.

Matters became more complicated. Johnny had just completed a highly lauded turn as a studio commentator during the football playoffs and Super Bowl. It wasn't public knowledge yet, but he was on the verge of signing a ten-year contract with the network to continue in that role. That studio show? Was filmed in Los Angeles. And that's where Johnny and Shelly were going to be making their permanent home, starting as soon as they could find a house.

"Do you think that's a good idea, John?" Jess asked me as she stroked my thigh in the back seat of the limo taking us to Burbank Airport.

"Come on, Jess," I said, looking at her over the top of my sunglasses. It was totally unnecessary to be wearing them in the back of the limo, with its darkly tinted windows. "Where else makes sense? It's perfect for them. Don't tell me you're not excited about it. I can almost feel your heart racing from here at the thought."

"You really don't mind?" she asked, her voice uncharacteristically lacking self-assurance.

"I think we should make the whole damn street a compound for us," I said. "I really love that idea. You know that."

"I'm going to be honest, John," she said. "I love you. You're my husband. You will always be my husband. But Johnny living two doors down is going to be a lot of temptation for me."

I slid my arm around Jess's back and pulled her close to me, our eyes nearly level and so close that our lashes almost touched. Our lips were close enough that we could each feel the warm breath of the other.

"If I had a problem with you fucking Johnny, we would have had it out a long time ago," I said. "Besides ..." I paused long enough to flash an impish grin at her. "Maybe now I'll get a chance to fuck Shelly as much as I want."

"She really likes you, you know," Jess said, too quickly and too eagerly. It was cute how she was trying to keep her excitement in check. "Johnny has zero issues with you two getting together."

"Babe," I said, now putting hands on her shoulders and looking at her seriously. "I know how strong we are. If we were going to break, we would have broken by now. This is going to be incredible. Let's make it happen."

"I love you so much, John," she said.

"I love you, too, babe," I said, and we kissed.

Maybe there was a certain risk about having Johnny and Shelly move into our neighborhood, but I really didn't think so. He and Jess had been an item, in some way or another, for years now. Shelly was a genuine temptation for me, with that perfect cheerleader body. And in the couple months they'd spend in LA most of the time, they had shown themselves to be a great addition to our swingers group. This was a no-brainer, if you asked me. And, sure, maybe I had some plans for Johnny's pretty wife that I wanted to explore, too.

For me, though, the biggest factor was that Jess and I had a unique relationship. It worked for us. Hell, this entire escape to Vegas was different from any of the other trips I had planned with the girls. Kat had slipped up just slightly and let me know generally what was coming. It was going to be an all-out orgy, rather than a romantic, intimate reconnection. No, we were going to play to our shared lust for all things carnal. Part of our attraction to one another was enjoying the adventures we got into separately. Jess had originated my love for non-monogamy. It was a defining part of who we were together.

The limo pulled up to the 737 waiting for us in Burbank. I had come to get a kick out of flying around in the big plane. Different from my New York trip with Kat, however, we had a full flight crew, with Christy, London, and Zoe on board tending to us. They didn't do much tending, though, unless you counted sitting around blowing lines of coke as work. Less than an hour later, we touched down in Las Vegas, with another limo waiting for us.

"Ladies first," I said, letting Jess and the three flight attendants get in before me.

The driver looked at me with raised eyebrows, and I just smiled and slipped him a couple hundred-dollar bills.

"So what is this place we're going to?" Zoe asked, excited.

"The Mansion," I said.

"Don't ask John what's special about it," Christy interjected, recalling her first visit there with me. "If you have to ask ...." Her voice trailed off, and we shared a laugh.

"This is going to be fun," I whispered to Jess, who snuggled up against me.

"I didn't realize the girls were staying at the Mansion, too," she said.

"We're staying with you!" London exclaimed.

"Like in the same villa?" Jess asked, confused.

"Yes, silly," Christy said. "We have very specific instructions from the other wives."

Christy smiled, and a flush crept up her neck from her breasts.

"Uh oh," Jess said. "This is going to be some crazy-ass Vegas shit, isn't it?"

"Just wait," Zoe said.

"Okay," Jess said. "I'm game. I'm just going with it. I know Kat and Rita and Katie have something up their sleeve. Let's have fun. I'm just along for the ride."

"I hope there is going to be a lot of riding," London said with a giggle.

The blonde, former UCLA cheerleader had grown into her role as a flight attendant. She was more confident and independent. She was also fond of indulging an increasingly insatiable sexual appetite.

"Who wants some molly?" Jess asked and flashed a small metal box filled with pills.

We all answered yes almost in unison. We washed them down with the bottle of Champagne that had been waiting for us in the limo's ice-filled bar. The five of us easily killed the bubbly in the short drive to the Mansion. This had become a regular accommodation for us in Vegas, but I never failed to get a tingle of excitement when the heavy, hidden door slid open to reveal the sumptuous Italian-inspired hotel-within-a-hotel at the MGM Grand.

The limo pulled to a stop, and I was almost floored when I got out. While the driver worked with our usual team of three butlers to unload the luggage, I was enraptured by the lead butler who greeted us. Usually, Marissa was our host for the Mansion. I hadn't seen this new girl before. She was average height, maybe five-five, with a pretty, smile-filled oval face. Her disarming green eyes danced, and she had classic red hair cascading over both her shoulders. The tight black dress she wore didn't do justice to the slalom-like curves of her body. I immediately couldn't take my eyes off of how her flowing locks framed her tremendous breasts that, in spite of the high neckline, seemed to want to push their way to freedom.

"Mr. Cameron, welcome back," she said, extending a hand punctuated by bright red nails. "I'm Elizabeth, and I will be glad to take care of you and your wife during this stay."

"Elizabeth," I repeated back, taking her hand and reveling in her soft-yet-firm grip. Her skin was smooth and shockingly soft. So soft it reminded me of Nicole. "So nice to meet you. I don't believe I've had the pleasure before. I hope Marissa is all right."

"I'm new, Mr. Cameron," Elizabeth said. Her face was dotted with subtle freckles, but there weren't too many to hide the fact that her skin was milky and like the finest porcelain. "I came over from the Sky Villas at Aria about three months ago. But don't worry. Marissa asked me to take care of you personally. She is, unfortunately, on vacation and sends her regrets."

"Quite the coup for the Mansion," I said. "They may now truly have everything here."

Elizabeth laughed but just turned on her heels and led us inside. The flight attendants fell in behind Jess and me, but I could hear their excited chatter all the way to our villa. And when we reached that villa? Even I couldn't contain my surprise. I had never stayed in the Palazzo, the largest of all the accommodations at the Mansion and was most definitely not to be confused with the resort farther north of the same name. The villa was a mansion in and of itself at 12,000 square feet, and it boasted an indoor swimming pool, movie theater, and generous outdoor space. This was one time I wasn't willing to skip the butler-led tour of our accommodations.

Partly it was because I was content to walk behind Elizabeth, despite the fact that Jess kept her arm hooked into mine. My eyes were fixed on the hypnotic sway of her hips, which were tightly packed into her dress. When she walked, the hem wanted to tug upward, which revealed glimpses of the tops of her thigh-high stockings. Her ass was round and proud, which made her body -- except for the large breasts -- very similar to Jess's.

"She's luscious," Jess whispered, as if reading my thoughts.

"Never crossed my mind," I whispered back. "This is our romantic getaway."

"I have a feeling the others have something else planned for us," Jess said.

We were interrupted when, as Elizabeth led us through the kitchen, Zoe spoke up from behind us.

"Can we smoke in here?" she asked.

"You can do anything you want in here," Elizabeth answered, her words thick and her eyes fixated directly on me. "If you need any cigarettes, just let me know. We have a variety of brands. And any vaping needs, as well. I understand any more, uh, discreet needs you've already handled."

"I brought my own, thanks," Zoe said, tapping a Gauloises against a newly opened pack and sparking it up with a plastic lighter. "Anyone else?" she asked as she exhaled a plume of smoke into the high, vaulted ceiling.

It took fifteen minutes to finish seeing the whole villa. We were all stunned, in a good way, that we'd have three nights with this as our playground. There were four bedrooms, but the flight attendants would be staying in one of them together.

"There are a lot of bedrooms," I noted aloud.

"Your other guests will be joining you for dinner," Elizabeth said without missing a beat.

Jess and I exchanged a look.

"Every detail is taken care of," she added. "Dinner will be at eight o'clock."

"Okay," I said, blinking.

"Is there anything else?" Elizabeth took a step closer to me, and I could feel that she wanted me to test her.

"I can't think of anything," I said. "At least, not that's appropriate for work hours."

She smiled at me and replied, "Well, you are my only client for the next few days. I'm here to provide you with the highest level, regardless of whether that requires going above and beyond."

"Well, Elizabeth, as you can see," I said, "we have a lot of surprises in store. So I'll give you as much notice as possible in case we need you to do that."

"Thank you, Mr. Cameron," she said and gave a half-bow.

When the curvy redhead was gone, the flight attendants went to their bedroom, and Jess and I adjourned to ours. We agreed to freshen up before meeting at the bar to get the party started.

"Let's start this trip on the right note, John," Jess said, closing the door to our bedroom behind her. It was a massive master suite, with two WCs, a huge bath, and a private entry into the outdoor garden. She pulled her cornsilk blonde hair back in a ponytail and pulled me to her. But she didn't kiss me. She dropped to her knees, the white sundress she wore billowing around her. "I want to suck your dick, baby."

She pulled my cock out of my shorts and shoved it into her throat. No preliminary licking. No delay. Jess just went straight to deep-throating.

"Oh, fuck, Jess," I said, pushing my fingers through her fine hair. "You give the best head."

She pushed her nose against the base of my pubic bone, which should have gagged her as she held it there and desperately tried to take me deeper. But Jess really didn't have a gag reflex. She finally came up for air, moisture streaming down her cheeks and spit streaming from her mouth as she pulled back.

"Kat needs two dicks," she panted. "Rita loves cum. Katie likes being choked out. Me? I need a dick in my mouth. I love sucking dick."

"You're the queen," I said.

"Tell me that again, baby," she said.

"You're the queen of blow jobs," I said and gasped again as she swallowed me once more.

Jess moaned, which sent a pleasant vibration up my cock, and sucked me with such enthusiasm that I just threw my head back and kept my hands on her head. I savored the feeling of her bobbing up and down, a true cocksucking slut. She was a pro at mixing suction with her twirling tongue, occasionally tossing in a few moments where she just let my cock hit the back of her throat to make her gag and drool spit down her chin. I don't know how long this went on, but it couldn't have been much time. Then I announced I was going to cum. That only made Jess more ecstatic. She stroked my balls, using them with her knowledge of my body to gauge when I would explode. When she sensed it, she moved her mouth to the tip of my cock and hummed in delight as my sperm spurted into her mouth. I let out a deep moan as I emptied my balls for her and opened my eyes to find my pretty blonde wife half-smiling with her mouth open. A pool of cum sat in the base of her mouth, her tongue moving lightly back and forth to show it off to me. Her smile got wider, and she swallowed.

"Yeah, baby," she said as she stood up. "It is definitely going to be one of those Vegas trips."

We laughed and took a few minutes in the bathroom to clean up. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, which was a bit of an in-between time in Vegas. We made our way out to the salon, which was the large, central living space in the middle of the villa. It was a huge room, branching off into the various hallways that led to the rest of the satisfyingly ostentatious accommodations. But the highlight of the room were the massive windows that led to the glass doors opening to the indoor pool.

"What do you want to do?" I asked Jess as we walked down the hall from our bedroom to the salon.

When we reached it, we heard screams coming from the pool area, even through the thick glass doors.

"Looks like the girls have picked," Jess said, smiling.

There was a spread of appetizers along the bar at the opposite end of the salon from the pool. I walked over to it. There were two magnums of Dom Perignon in a large ice bucket, along with a half-dozen good white wine glasses. The Mansion always came prepared to cater to my very specific preferences.

"You may want to come check this out, John," Jess said.

"I thought we could bring some refreshments from the bar with us," I said.

"Okay," Jess called as she walked closer to the pool doors. "But they're skinny dipping."

"Join them, babe," I said. "I'll bring the bubbly. Do you want anything else?"

"Do you have to ask?" she replied knowingly.

"You have some ready to go?"

"In my purse," Jess said.

Jess had been intensely excited about this getaway. The mystery of the plans caused that fire to burn even hotter. She had decided this was probably going to be an off-the-rails weekend of partying, so she made the jaw-dropping move to bring an entire kilogram brick of cocaine.

"What we don't use can stay for the Infinity girls," she said nonchalantly.

I grabbed Jess's YSL purse where it lay on one of the parlor's luxurious sofas and found one of her travel coke kits in the side pocket. I pulled it out and put it in my pocket, then returned to the bar to pick up a bottle of Champagne and five glasses. Jess smiled and held the door for me as I carried our refreshments to the pool.

"Woo!" the girls screamed when they saw us.

I surmised that the pool was only three or four feet deep based on the three naked flight attendants standing up in it.

"Yum, goodies," London said, licking her lips when she saw me with the Champagne. She was the tallest of the three, a couple inches taller than Zoe. Her body was, as always, effortlessly tan in that California girl way, and fit. Her breasts were perky, and she had been talking about getting breast implants. The V between her legs was bare, smooth, and just as tan as the rest of her.

Jess helped me set down the bottle and glasses, and I pulled the coke kit out of my pocket.

"Here are the goodies, girls," Jess said, unzipping it.

"Yesssss," Christy hissed when she saw the contents. Her bubbly five-foot-two frame was the shortest of the three, but her fake tits stood out proudly, bouncing just above the water line. Her lightly freckled skin shimmered from the moisture, and her vagina was like a magnet. The mound was always a little puffy, as if in a constant state of arousal. It was a good indicator of the sexual dynamo she was.

"Is this seriously a work trip?" Zoe said. Her tongue pushed against the back of her teeth as she talked, which I found irresistibly sexy. Her perfect breasts were delicious, like large, ripe peaches just waiting for you to put them in your mouth, the pale pink of her nipples making it a bit challenging to make out how prominent and long they were. She had grown out a landing strip above her pussy.

"This is what work should be," Jess said with a laugh.

As I uncorked the Champagne and filled glasses, Jess unscrewed a vial of cocaine. It had a spoon attached to the lid, and she stood before each of the girls, feeding them two bumps like a den mother caring for her young. It was partly a power play but also from that instinct inside of her to take care of the girls who worked for her.

"This is, without a doubt, the best perk of the job," Zoe said, a look of sheer joy washing over her pretty face. She flashed that enthusiastic, eager smile that made her so tempting.

"This or the fucking," Christy said. "I can never decide which."

"Oh, I thought the best perk was the travel," London said, then burst out laughing at her own sarcasm.

"Come on, Londy," Christy said. "You didn't earn the nickname 'Snow Queen' from traveling!"

The three girls laughed together. They stood in a semi-circle at the edge of the pool, their chests close enough that their breasts almost touched. Jess helped herself to two quick toots of blow before offering me the vial. I took it and watched my wife disrobe while I took two healthy bumps. Jess's body was lithe. She had been playing a lot of tennis. Compared to Kat and Rita, her businesses were on cruise control, so she had taken on more of a housewife role in the past few months. Her teardrop-shaped breasts were taut, the bright pink nipples upturned. Her ass was still luscious and firm, and her legs had become more toned from working out.

"Jump in, Jess!" Christy encouraged her. "This water is amazing!"

When I finished my hit of coke, I passed out glasses of Champagne to the girls and took off my clothes. They hooted and wolf-whistled at me. I climbed into the pool by, first, sitting on the edge and dangling my feet while I set down my wine glass.

"You should stay right there," Zoe said. "Perfect blow job position."

"Sorry, ladies," Jess said happily. "I beat you to it."

"Oh, you slut!" Christy said.

"Well, he is my husband," Jess bantered back.

"Am I allowed to play with you?" I asked the flight attendants. "You probably know more about what the girls planned for us than Jess and I do."

I caught Christy, London, and Zoe exchanging knowing glances.

"Our lips are sealed," London said.

"Unless you want to put a dick between them," Zoe said with a laugh.

"Let me put it this way," Christy said. As the veteran of the three, she knew my wives and me the best. "And you know this, John. Every time you bring one of your wives to Vegas? You insist on surprising them in ways they never could have imagined. So, to put it succinctly, payback is going to be a bitch."

Everyone laughed, including Jess, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't any more clued in on what the others had in store for us than I was.

For the next half hour, we monkeyed around in the pool. At one point, I had Christy on my shoulders, while London took Zoe on hers in a chicken fight, with Jess serving as referee. It was less an athletic endeavor than an excuse to make out. London was eager to kiss me, and I indulged her despite yearning to see how Christy and Zoe's tits mashed together when they locked lips.

London had kept me a bit at arm's-length recently. She was still embarrassed by what had happened with her aunt, Old Katie. Rita also thought those feelings were in tension with the former UCLA cheerleader having a crush on me. Now that I had a vague understanding of the parameters of this Vegas getaway, I wanted to try to bring her more at ease. She was a fun girl who was nice to have in our circle. Kissing her felt like a nice way to start breaking down whatever walls had gone up because of the volatility in the past.

"Just have some fun, okay?" I said, when I finally let my lips pull from hers.

She looked down and nodded. When the chicken fights were done, I got out of the pool to refill the Champagne glasses. I poured the rest of the magnum out into them and was surprised when I saw Elizabeth approaching with another bottle in an ice bucket.

"Well, you have perfect timing," I said to her, unashamed that I was naked in front of her. "It's like you're watching us through a camera."

Elizabeth laughed and said, "No, sorry, Mr. Cameron. Just good at my job."

"You're unflappable," I said.

"Just a professional, sir," she said with an exaggerated demure tone. And then she intentionally stared straight at my crotch.

"That's a shame," I said. "You could let your hair down. I won't tell your boss."

"You just tell me what you need, and I'm at your service," she said, and I noticed how glossy and shiny her lips were.

"I might be tempted to press those limits," I said.

"There are no limits, Mr. Cameron," Elizabeth said then paused to let it sink in. "Will there be anything else?"

"Not just now," I said, locking my eyes on her. "But what time do you get off?"

"I get off when you tell me to," she said.

A shiver ran up my spine.

"Well, then standby for further instructions, Elizabeth."

She smiled and turned to leave. I began to undress her with my eyes. I hadn't ever pushed the limits with a Mansion butler before, even as alluring as Marissa was. But this felt different. I was attracted to Elizabeth in a powerful way. Maybe it was her strong personality mixed with hints of submission. I started to formulate a plan in my head but was brought back to the moment when Jess called after me.

"Would you be so kind, my love, as to pour another round?" she asked.

I didn't realize the interlude with Elizabeth had taken long enough for the girls to drain their glasses.

"I don't know, darling," I said. "I think you girls might turn into prunes soon."

"I'm hungry," Zoe announced. "I could use a snack."

She walked up the steps out of the pool and made a point of bending over to get a towel where I could watch her. Christy and London followed suit, and I had a fleeting moment where I thought this might have been a coordinated maneuver. Jess smiled at me as she toweled off, and we gave each other a peck on the lips. I picked up the ice bucket and carried the Champagne back to the bar, where the spread of appetizers and snacks still waited for us.

As I refilled glasses, the girls were going ga-ga for the outrageously delicious small bites, but they gravitated to the caviar and potato chips, a magical pairing with the bubbly.

"God, this is so good," Christy cooed. "I don't think I'd eaten anything since dinner yesterday! I was so excited about this trip."

"Me either," Zoe said.

"You never eat," London teased the skinny girl.

"All I've had today was the huge load of cum John put in my mouth earlier," Jess said with a laugh.

I noticed the passing flash of jealousy that passed across London's face before she joined in with her own laugh. Once the girls had topped up on sustenance, Jess told them she had a little weekend gift for them. She disappeared into our room and came back with three small black velvet bags. She gave one to each girl. They opened them to find two items. One was a coke bullet. The other was a vial, an exact match of the one Jess had been sharing out of. Both of them were filled to the brim with brilliantly pure white powder.

"Oh, Jess, you are the best!" Christy exclaimed.

And the three girls all took the opportunity to revive their highs. Jess smiled at me. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Then the doorbell to the villa rang unexpectedly.

The five of us looked at each other, wondering what to do since we were all naked. But then the door clicked open. There was nothing to do but stand there, not that we really cared who would walk through the door. But I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Elizabeth returned, a brilliant smile on her face as she led three more guests into the palatial quarters.

"The guests I mentioned, Mr. and Mrs. Cameron," she said, clearly enjoying the moment.

Filing in behind her were Melanie, Shelly, and Johnny.

"Did we catch you degenerates at a bad time?" Melanie said with a bright laugh as she walked into the villa, looking up and spinning around to take it all in. Her shockingly short mini-dress billowed up when she did.

I shook off the surprise and greeted Johnny with a sharp handshake.

"What's up bro?" I said. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

"I guess the girls decided we could all use a little escape," he said.

"You all remember Christy and Londy and Zoe," Jess said, and the flight attendants just smiled and raised their hands in awkward waves.

"Hey," Shelly said, suddenly next to me as Johnny and Jess embraced hello.

"Hey!" I said enthusiastically.

We wrapped each other in a hug despite my nudity, and I saw Jess's tongue jump into Johnny's mouth. I couldn't deny that, when they were together, they usually just acted like they were together. Although, in her defense, she didn't skimp on giving me attention even if Johnny was around. That's just how things had evolved and, apart from the occasional twinge of jealousy, it didn't bother me at all.

"This feels crazy, but I think it's going to be fun," Shelly said, her eyes bright. She wore a midriff-baring tube top that framed her perfect natural tits gorgeously. Her skin was a honeyed tan, as always, and she wore cutoff jean shorts so tight that I could almost see her pubic mound.

"I hope so," I said, and then she leaned in and kissed me, her lips like bee-stung pillows. She tasted sweet and fruity from her lip gloss.

"Shall we get you settled in?" Elizabeth interjected, and I could see the intrigue on her face from the dynamic she had just witnessed.

"Sure!" Melanie said happily. She finally came over to me and followed her sister by pecking me on the lips. "I'm glad to see you, John."

"You, too, Mel," I said. "You look amazing."

"Does dinner at eight o'clock still work?" Elizabeth asked.

"Perfect," Jess and I answered in unison.

There was a flurry of activity as two additional butlers came in with the luggage for our new arrivals. We made no move to hide our nudity from them. And they didn't even look twice. Such was the level of service at the Mansion. We opened more Champagne and poured fresh rounds. Once the luggage had been unpacked, Jess disappeared into our room and came back to dump out a small mountain of coke onto the coffee table in the salon. She put out carbon fiber cards and crystal straws. That was the moment the weekend took a turn deep into the realm of debauchery.

Johnny pounded the rest of his Champagne, then slipped off the sofa to kneel in front of the coffee table. He tapped out four huge lines of coke, licked the edge of the carbon fiber card, and snorted two of them with ease. He held out the straw to Jess, who took it and did the other two. Before Johnny pushed himself back up on the sofa, Jess whispered something to him, and he nodded in response.

Simultaneously, Melanie and Shelly had cut up a dozen lines on the other side of the coffee table. After helping themselves, they offered up straws to Christy, London, and Zoe, who each took their turns, and then I knelt before the altar of chemical euphoria. I was sandwiched between Melanie and Shelly. They smelled good. But not as good as the cocaine.

"So, friends," Christy announced. "I think that is our queue to get ready for our evening."

"What?" I asked, giving a couple short sniffs to keep the coke as deeply in my sinuses as possible.

"We actually have dinner with, uh, some friends of mine from here in Vegas," Christy said. "But, don't worry, you'll get all three of us back later this evening."

"Who are you meeting?" Jess asked.

Christy rattled off the name of a casino president and two high rollers who had been regulars of hers when she worked as an Infinity escort in Las Vegas.

"Are you pimping out my stewardesses?" Jess said with a laugh.

"I'm not planning on getting paid," Christy said. "I'm planning on getting fucked."

Everyone laughed, and the trio of naked flight attendants retreated to their room. Jess stood up and walked toward me. She bent over and whispered in my ear.

"Do you mind if I show Johnny his room?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said and kissed her.

They held hands as they left the salon, and I noticed that Johnny still walked with a slight limp from his injury. He was still doing physical therapy but had largely recovered full use of his leg.

"Well, now I feel a bit like a third wheel," I said, looking at Melanie and Shelly.

"Oh, please," Melanie said and rolled her eyes.

"What do you sisters want to do?" I asked. "Want me to take you on a tour? This villa is insane."

"It is insane," Shelly said.

"Yeah, let's do a tour," Melanie said. She got up to walk to the bar, but I beat her to the punch.

"Here, I'll pour for you, Mel," I said.

She smiled at me.

"How's Juliet?" I asked.

"Great," Melanie said. "Pissed she had to miss this weekend. But she's just got so much to do before the Oscars."

"Hopefully I can find a way to distract you," I said playfully.

Shelly joined us, and I briefly sized up the sisters. Melanie was four inches taller. She was thin and blonde, and had a sharp to go with her aquiline nose. Shelly was clearly her sister. They had the same nose and jaw structure, but Shelly had brown hair, a rounder face, and the body of a cheerleader. Melanie was blonde with the body of a model. Contrasting physical characteristics that each added up to true beauty. They came from a very lucky gene pool.

I took them on a quick jaunt around the villa. It was impossible to ignore Jess's orgasmic cries as we passed the closed door of Johnny and Shelly's room.

"They fuck so hard," Melanie observed, and it wasn't even awkward that she said it. Shelly slipped her hand in mine.

We ended the tour at the pool.

"This looks so inviting," Shelly said.

"The water is amazing," I said.

"Let's get in," Melanie said. "It's about time we got out of these clothes, anyway."

She smiled at her sister, and they began stripping down. I made a detour to the bar to get a bottle of Champagne. When I came back, I found Melanie and Shelly in the water. Melanie had just dunked her head underneath the surface and looked like Ursulla Andress as she stood back up, pushed back her blonde hair with her hands and jutting out her breasts. Shelly was along one side of the pool, her arms spread out and resting on the side of the deck, legs floating out in front of her and breasts pointing straight up in the air. I didn't know which one I liked staring at more.

"Here we go, ladies," I said, handing Shelly a full glass and placing one on the ground for Melanie, who made her way over to it from the center of the pool.

Melanie picked up her glass, and we toasted once I got into the water with them. I stood next to Shelly against the side of the pool, while Melanie was across from us by a foot or two.

"Sis, I'm so fucking excited that you're going to be living next door to us!" Melanie said. "It still hasn't sunk in."

"I have to admit," Shelly said, "I thought things with this injury might completely ruin our lives. But the way it's shaping up? I think it's going to be the best thing that's ever happened to us. I mean, it's awful, and I hate seeing my man in pain. But he's so good at the TV stuff, and now we can make our lives in LA with all of you?"

"It's like a dream come true!" Melanie said.

"These Hollywood & Vine events are so cool," Shelly said. "Like, I know you told me, Mel, but it's hard to believe that's how you get to party in LA."

"Fantasy world," I said.

"La-la land," Melanie agreed.

We fell into a brief silence, the swirl of water rushing through the pool's filter echoing through the room. I took a long drink of Champagne. It was fantastic. This was one of those days. I felt strong, powerful, and full of stamina. The girls each took a drink, too, and I saw them exchange a slightly nervous glance.

"You have any fantasies to work out, sis?" Melanie asked.

Shelly laughed and set her glass down on the pool deck with a clank. She pushed off the wall and moved closer to her sister. Melanie looked at her expectantly, and an unusual feeling washed over me, something I couldn't place.

"Just one, Mel," Shelly said.

What happened next transpired in such slow motion, I could barely grasp what was going on. I put the Champagne glass to my lips, felt the cool liquid and tingling bubbles hit my palate, and I saw shadowy motion through the sweating crystal. When I pulled it back down, I saw Melanie leaning forward, the shape of her nose distinct and pointing like an arrow toward something. Her dripping hair was pulled back over her right shoulder. Her teardrop breasts pointed down, too. Then there was a shock of brown hair, a nearly identical nose tilted upward. A fuller pair of breasts, with thick, erect nipples closing in on the bright pink-tipped teardrops that had descended from above. And two pairs of lips, full and glossy, moving toward each other as if caught in a tractor beam. Then they met in a soft, explorative moment, and I saw Shelly's tongue dart out of her mouth, only to be met by her sister's.

My cock responded immediately, becoming hard and looking massive under the water. I stared at Melanie and Shelly. Jess's best friend. Jess's best friend's little sister. Kissing. A genuine, full kiss. A passionate kiss. I couldn't move. I couldn't tear my eyes away. It went on. Their heads moved in tandem. The kiss became deeper. After what might have been a minute or twenty, they broke apart.

"Is that your fantasy, Shel?" Melanie said.

Shelly nodded. Her lips formed the word "yes," but I couldn't hear any sound coming from her.

"That's my fantasy, too," Melanie said, then shattered the surreal quality of the moment when she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes. "Do you want to join us, John?"

"Or have we freaked you out too much?" Shelly said, finally regaining her voice.

The sisters glided through the water over to me. One of them -- I couldn't tell which -- circled my cock with a delicate hand.

"I have so many questions," I managed to croak out.

"We can have questions later," Melanie said. "But for right now, don't you want to have a threesome with sisters?"

She moved closer to me and kissed my neck, a shiver shooting through my spine.

"A real threesome," Shelly said, while Melanie continued to kiss me. "Not just fucking us at the same time. All three of us. Together. Nothing off-limits."

Then Shelly moved in and kissed the other side of my neck.

"Yes," was all I could muster, barely audible.

"Great!" Melanie said, and both girls suddenly stepped back from me. "Then we'll do that right after dinner!"

"Wait, what?" I said.

Shelly laughed, and Melanie cackled.

"Are you fucking with me?" I said, confused.

"We're not fucking with you," Shelly said, coming closer to me again. "It's just that we don't have enough time right now."

"And Kat wanted to get you back for teasing her for so long in New York," Melanie added, also closing the gap between us.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath.

"Oh, not even he can save you," Shelly said.

And the next thing I knew, I was embroiled in a molten three-way kiss with Melanie and Shelly. Sisters. We had fucked together once before, but it wasn't like this. This was boundary-free. There were no niceties. All morality had been cast away. The only divinity was pleasure.

"We are going to fuck your brains out, John," Melanie said. "Together."

"If you're serious, I'm not sure I can wait," I said honestly.

"Oh, we're serious," Shelly said.

"And serious about teasing you until after dinner," Melanie said, unable to suppress a giggle.

"Fuck," I said, blowing the word out with a long, heavy breath.

"It'll be worth the wait," Shelly said. "I promise."

"Yeah," Melanie tagged on, her voice having a Siren's effect on me, "we've been practicing."

"Fucking hell," I said, this time louder.

And then the tension in the room popped like a balloon. Christy led in London and Zoe. The three of them were dressed to kill in borderline-obscene cocktail dresses.

"Hey friends!" Christy said boisterously. "We're going to hit the town. Don't wait up for us!"

"And don't get into too much trouble," Zoe said, shooting me a look that said she knew I was going to end up in very deep trouble that night.

"Yup, see you soon," London said shyly. I couldn't tell if she was nervous or jealous.

The sisters each pulled away, then took the steps out of the pool. The water dripped off them as if they were sea nymphs coming to shore. I followed them and had nowhere to hide my fierce erection. Just as the door closed behind her, London looked back and blew me a kiss.

"You two are going to give me a heart attack," I said. "I still don't know what's real."

Shelly came close to me, her diamond-hard nipples just grazing against my torso. She licked her plump lips.

"It's real, John," Shelly said. "I know it's kinky as fuck. And I promise we'll tell you the whole story. But the way we're doing this?"

"Shock is part of it," Melanie chimed in, and I felt her breasts press against my left arm. "Trust us. We've thought a lot about how to tell you about it."

"Okay," I said, my voice weak because my throat was so dry.

"We've got to shower up," Shelly said. "I think my room is occupied because our spouses are fucking. Can we use yours?"

"Sure," I said.

"I heard this dinner is supposed to be ridiculous," Melanie said.

"I think you know more about it than I do," I said with a chuckle.

"Kat told us the menu," Shelly said. "She personally worked on it with the chef."

"And it's still only going to be the second best thing we eat today," Melanie said and laughed.

My head was spinning. I knew something crazy would happen in Vegas. It always did. But this surpassed anything I could have conceived of. I couldn't even use the word fantasy. This was beyond anything I could have fantasized. I expected that Kat, Rita, and Katie would have set up something raunchy with the Infinity girls and maybe some of the football players. Not this. This was over-the-top, almost too much, just thinking about it. I still wondered if it was real or some kind of elaborate tease. And that's exactly what made it so tantalizing. And so agonizing. And so perfect. And also so perfect for Vegas. The lines of reality blurred for me thanks to my wives and their scheming. I was the embodiment of the dice hanging above the craps table, full of either unimaginable joy or crushing defeat at the same time. One or the other. But not both.

Back inside the main quarters of the villa, I was surprised to find Jess and Johnny sitting in the parlor. They were both naked, but Shelly was now sitting on her husband's lap. He sipped a glass of Scotch and raised it to me when he saw me walking in. I noticed him glance at my crotch and detected his slight nod of approval. This is where we were. He didn't care that his wife had caused that. I didn't care that his cock was sticky with Jess's pussy juice -- or that, presumably, her pussy was full of his essence. This was the feeling of total comfort with our sexuality and our circle.

"This is going to be some crazy shit, brother!" Johnny said to me.

Jess rose up from the coffee table, pinching her nostrils together after snorting more lines.

"Thanks for letting me jump right in with Jess," he said.

"Of course, man," I said. "This is how we roll."

I meant it.

"Hi baby," Jess said and went to kiss me. She paused and added, "Don't worry. My mouth is impeccably clean."

"Now I know you're lying," I said with a laugh and kissed her deeply, tasting nothing but the bitter drip of cocaine.

"I didn't have a chance," Jess said, her words coming cocaine-fast. "Johnny threw me on the bed and just fucked the shit out of me."

"You do get like that, like an animal, baby," Shelly said and kissed her husband. "I'm in a teasing mood."

Her eyes found me and danced.

"Come on, sis," Melanie said. "We've got to wash out this chlorine before dinner."

"I could use a shower, too," I said.

"Want to keep up the swap?" Johnny suggested. "I can shower up with Jess."

"Sure," I said, not wanting to pass up more time with Shelly and Melanie at the moment. "If you're okay with that, babe."

"Sure," Jess said. "But no funny business, mister. I'm starving."

Johnny laughed and lifted Shelly off his lap. They kissed once more, but then Johnny hooked arms with my wife to get ready for dinner.

I let the girls get a head start in the bathroom. I stopped at the bar and poured myself a glass of the Scotch that Johnny had been drinking. It was Dalmore 25-year-old, and it was spectacular. You could taste the layers of fig and treacle, with hints of orange and vanilla. It was like having liquid sticky toffee pudding, only better. I picked up a half-empty bottle of Champagne and brought it with two glasses for the girls when they showered.

When I reached the bathroom, Melanie was already in the steaming shower, shampoo cascading down her slim, toned body. Shelly was bent over the vanity, snorting a line of cocaine. Her ass looked delicious, firm and tempting. I walked over and set down the Champagne and two glasses, pouring with one hand and cupping her cheeks with the other. When I finished, I stood behind her, my cock hardened against her.

"Down, boy," she said. "Not yet."

Shelly joined her sister in the shower, and they immediately started kissing. That's when it dawned on me. This wasn't an act. This was the real deal. I needed to prepare myself for this. I was going to have a threesome with them. Real sisters. Who were really going to fuck each other, too. They didn't keep at it too long, since Melanie left the shower, dried off, and tied a towel around herself. She greeted me with a kiss, too, and helped herself to a long drink of Champagne. Then she hoovered up two lines of coke that Shelly had left for her and excused herself.

"I meant it," she said. "I'm not going to fuck up this dinner."

I opened the shower door, and Shelly moved close to me. I took over soaping up her breasts.

"Do you think they're fucking again right now?" she asked me.

"Probably," I said. "There is some serious chemistry between your husband and my wife."

"And have you noticed how much better things have gotten since we insisted it be all out in the open?" Shelly said.

"I have," I said. "That's a lesson I've learned. A lot of things have gotten better with transparency."

"Can I confess something?" Shelly said.

"Of course," I said, putting my arms around her waist and pulling her close to me. She rubbed her hands over her face, clearing away the water that was dripping down it.

"I don't even get jealous of Jess and Johnny anymore," she said. "Since this all got out in the open? He fucks me more. He fucks me better. He's more attentive. Our marriage is so much better."

"I feel the same way," I said. "This whole swinger lifestyle we've thrown ourselves into? It's pretty fucking amazing."

"Yeah, yeah it is," Shelly said.

She slipped her arms around my neck, and we kissed. The hot water beat down on us, and I lost myself for a moment in her hot, toned body. We finally pulled away so we could finish washing up and get ready for dinner.

And dinner did not disappoint. Kat's fingerprints were all over the menu. She had put together four courses of superstar French chef classics. It included Guy Savoy's truffle-artichoke soup, a play on the Maison Troisgros salmon with sorrel sauce, Joel Robuchon's foie gras-stuffed quail with his unparalleled potato puree, and a picture-perfect copy of Cedric Grolet's renowned lemon dessert.

"God, I didn't think I could have any more dessert," Jess said when Elizabeth finished directing the servers to clear our plates.

"You live for dessert," I said. "And I bet you're going to get a bunch more tonight."

We all laughed. There was a thick sexual tension in the air. Jess would spend the night with Johnny. And that meant I would find out if Melanie and Shelly were playing the ultimate tease on me or would deliver on their incestuous promises.

The five of us stood up, and while the others went to refill on the leftover wine from dinner, which the staff had placed on the bar, I hung back to dismiss Elizabeth for the evening.

"How else may I be of service this evening, Mr. Cameron?" she asked.

"I think I'm going to let you off the hook easy tonight, Elizabeth," I said. "It seems that we've decided to keep it low key."

"That is a surprise," she said, pushing her lower lip out in pout. "I had been expecting some special requests."

"Those will come," I said and made a point to let her see me look her up and down. "Tomorrow. And probably the day after."

"I guess everyone has to learn patience," Elizabeth said. "Besides, how often do you get a chance to fuck real live sisters at the same time?"

My jaw must have dropped.

"Don't worry," she added. "Your wives shared some of their plans with me, and I assure you I have the utmost discretion."

"I don't doubt that for a second," I said. "I can only imagine what you're seeing here is pretty run-of-the-mill for what goes on inside these walls."

"I'll never tell," Elizabeth said and flashed a smile that disarmed me with its radiance. "Have a good evening, Mr. Cameron."

I walked her to the door, my eyes lingering on her ass. I was curious what tomorrow would bring, but I brushed that away as soon as I turned around and sized up the salon. The situation at hand demanded absolute attention. My cock wasn't going to have it any other way. Even after such a spectacular and indulgent dinner, all five of us had ravenous appetites. But this was for our unsated sins of the flesh.

Jess had straddled Johnny on one of the deep leather couches, kissing him deeply as he ran his hands over her body, running them under her dress and eliciting moans from her that only someone who knew her physical secrets well could achieve. But seeing Jess with Johnny was old hat. They were favorite partners during any swap. I was much more interested in what was taking place across the coffee table from them.

Shelly's dress was already down below her tits, and her sister was holding up a bump of coke to her nose from a perfectly manicured finger. They beckoned me over to them, and before I had a chance to even sit down, Melanie was fumbling with my belt and pulling down my pants. I was ready to give myself to this experience and not think twice about it. But I had one mental hurdle, and I couldn't help asking about it.

"Are you going to tell me how you two got into this?" I said.

The sisters glanced at each other. Their eyes were like saucers. Melanie did a bump herself. I was curious if big sister or little sister would address the elephant in the room first. I wasn't surprised when Melanie spoke up.

"We were tripping on shrooms," Melanie said. "With Rita and Juliet while you were with Kat in New York."

"It was a super intense trip," Shelly said.

"I thought I was making out with Jess," Melanie said. "But it felt different, almost like, I don't know."

"We kiss the same way," Shelly interjected.

As they spoke, the two sisters were gliding their hands over each other. It was clear they were deeply comfortable being intimate with one another now.

"And we realized we get off the same way," Melanie said. "I started going down on her -- again, so high I was still thinking this was Jess -- and it was the craziest thing because I did things with my tongue that I love having done to me, and it was setting her off. And that's when I looked up and saw brown hair and finally realized what was happening, although I was still a little foggy because I was tripping balls."

"We just didn't care," Shelly said. "It felt good. I realized everybody was watching us, but it wasn't, like, watching us like it was scandalous. They were watching us because it was sexy."

"We are very sexy together," Melanie said, and she and her sister kissed.

I watched as their lips met and their tongues slowly danced together.

"The next two days we just played with each other," Shelly said. "I couldn't get enough. I couldn't stop cumming."

"Wow," I said, finally speaking up.

"There was no stigma in it," Melanie said.

"What did Johnny think?" I asked Shelly as Melanie turned to kiss me, her hand snaking around my erect cock.

"He loves it," Shelly said. "Don't you see him staring?"

I hadn't thought to look. Jess was between his legs now, her head bobbing up and down on his huge cock, but his gaze was locked on his wife. He smiled.

"What a time to be alive, huh, bro?" he said, flashing me a grin.

"Have you two," I said, my voice trailing off.

"Of course we did," Shelly said. "Sorry you won't be the first to plow these sisters at the same time, but I felt like my husband should get the first shot."

"It's epic, my dude," Johnny confirmed, then put his hand on the back of Jess's head.

It was hard to believe this was my life. I felt like I'd been thinking that a lot lately.

Jess pulled off Johnny's cock, stood up, and turned around. She bent over, pushing her face into a pile of cocaine on the coffee table. She was so wired, she didn't want lines. She just took a couple big inhales from the mound of coke as Johnny buried his face in her from behind.

"Dirty boy," she said, making eye contact with me. "I love when you eat my ass."

Shelly put her hand on my chin and pulled me to kiss her.

"Let's take you to bed," she said. "We are going to put on such a good show for you, John."

The sisters pushed me into a three-way kiss once before we got up, and they tugged me toward my bedroom. We moved down the hall just as Jess moaned, "I love how you fill up my ass, Johnny." Then I disappeared behind the heavy door with Melanie and Shelly for the next ten hours. It was a carnival ride of debauchery. The thing that surprised me was just how kinky the sisters were together. They were more naughty together than either had been with me individually.

It started with a sensual double blow job. The girls were on their knees in front of the bed, alternating between sucking my cock and playing with my balls. That was an appetizer, though. Melanie and Shelly wanted to fuck. And it became clear why. While I plowed one of them, the other would get her pussy eaten out. They were insatiable, and once they started having orgasms, it was impossible to stop them. Our threesome was like a wagon careening down a hillside.

We started with Shelly on her back, her legs wrapped around me as I stood at the foot of the bed. I buried my cock in her with urgency. Melanie mounted her sister's face in reverse cowgirl, which enabled her to kiss me.

"She knows just how to eat my pussy," Melanie said between gasps. "And my ass."

"I never would have guessed you would be such a filthy slut, Mel," I said.

"It's a different level of intensity," she said.

"What does Juliet think about it?" I asked.

"She loves it," Melanie panted before exploding in orgasm.

When she calmed down, Melanie and Shelly switched positions. I guided my cock into the blonde sister while the brunette attacked me in a passionate French kiss as she ground her hips into her sister's face.

"I don't want to sleep tonight," Shelly said, pushing a hand through her luxurious brown hair. "I want to wear out that beautiful dick of yours."

"I hope you're going to use all your holes to do it," I said.

"You want my tight little ass?" she asked, teasing.

"Yes," I said simply.

"Okay," Shelly said with a smile before kissing me again.

The night became a blur. It was a frenetic push of sexual indulgence. It was dotted with moments so memorable, however, that I would never forget them. Paramount among those was about an hour into our romp. The girls had stopped to bump up on cocaine again, and we pounded some water to stay hydrated. I hadn't cum yet, but Melanie and Shelly had each gotten off at least three times. I was playing with Shelly's ass, and she knew what I wanted. So when we returned to the bed, the sisters got on their knees and offered up their asses to me.

"You know I like you, John, because I don't do anal very often," Melanie said.

They lined up in such a way that they could kiss while I took them from behind. I coated my cock in Melanie's pussy juice and used that as the lube for Shelly's asshole. I helped her through some guided breathing to allow her to take my initial penetration more easily, and she let out a long, satisfied moan as my cock passed through her sphincter.

"Oh, god, John, you know just how to stretch out my ass," Shelly moaned.

"That's why he's the anal whisperer," Melanie said with a laugh before kissing her sister.

"I think I initiated both of you into these dark arts," I said with pride.

I wasn't going to last very long unless I got creative. So I did. I pulled out of Shelly after just a couple minutes and worked my cock into Melanie's even tighter asshole.

"Jesus, when was the last time you took it up the butt?" I grunted.

"Ages," Melanie said. "Since the last time you did me."

"Maybe I'll make it easier for you, Mel," Shelly said.

The brunette slid underneath her sister's leg and started eating her pussy while my cock plowed deeper into her ass.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so nice," Melanie moaned.

She started to push her ass back into my cock with vigor. A little too much vigor, actually, because my cock popped out of her completely after several strokes. Melanie's tight anus closed up almost instantly, and Shelly did something I didn't expect. From her position beneath her sister, she saw my cock dive low, between Melanie's thighs. Shelly pushed herself closer to me, her head popping out from between Melanie, and sucked my cock into her mouth.

"Fucking hell, Shelly," I said.

Melanie looked down and said, "You fucking slut!"

When Shelly let go of my cock again, she said, "I want it up my ass again."

In a whirl of limbs, the sisters changed positions again, with Shelly offering up her backside. I plunged back in, and this time, Melanie took up a place beneath her so she could eat her pussy. I decided to push the envelope, and I pulled out after a couple minutes. Melanie knew what I wanted, and she giddily slurped my cock into her mouth, cleaning her sister's ass off my cock.

"You two have become such fucking sluts," I growled.

And they were. We kept up alternating rounds of anal sex for two more turns, and then it became clear I couldn't hold back from cumming any longer. The sisters surprised me once again when I announced I was ready to blow. They got on their knees and put their faces cheek-to-cheek, then proceeded to beg me to nut all over their faces. It was an epic explosion.

It was also probably the best cumshot I'd ever blown. It was precise in its aim, covering the sisters' lips and mouths, with a little dribbling down their chins. And it was evenly spread. Their breasts jousted as they bounced up and down in happiness as I covered them. When I finished? Melanie and Shelly turned to one another, mashed their tits together, and made out like they were starving for one another. They made a show of sloppily licking each other's lips and French kissing, passing my sperm back and forth until they had each swallowed plenty.

"How's that for a show?" Melanie said and flashed me a coked out, sultry smile that reminded me of what an outstanding model she could be.

My response was to simply point at my cock, which was growing again.

"We're going to fuck you all night," Shelly said, her tone bordering on manic.

And we did. Until almost six o'clock in the morning. It was almost overwhelming, a level of lust I hadn't experienced in a long time -- and I had experienced incredible levels of lust. This was something different. Part of what made it unique was the level of total passion between Melanie and Shelly. It was like a dam had burst, and they were intent on making up for lost time. Being caught between them, I had no choice but to rise to the occasion. I did. To the tune of six more orgasms, split evenly between them.

After I had cum the last time, inside Shelly, the sisters were finally worn out. They had stopped doing cocaine about an hour before, and sleep came over them in a rush. I still had adrenaline coursing through me. The sister fuckfest had been epic, and my mind just kept racing. I wondered what Jess and Johnny were up to. I wondered what had come of the flight attendants. Had they come back?

I poured myself a Scotch from the bar cart in my bedroom and walked out into the villa's massive salon. At some point, Christy, London, and Zoe must have returned because I noticed several new, empty drink glasses. There was an ashtray on the coffee table overflowing with cigarette butts, along with a bong and a bubbler, which explained the pungent smell in the air. No one had made any attempt to hide the obvious cocaine residue on the table top or its associate paraphernalia. I made a mental note to leave a very healthy tip for our housekeeping staff.

The first gray wisps of dawn were creeping through the tall windows at the back of the villa. I had to decide whether to sleep or just push through. I swallowed the rest of Scotch, and the burn felt good. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to keep going. The threesome with Melanie and Shelly had really invigorated me. I usually felt energized after sex. But a marathon fuck session like that should have put me down for the count. It didn't. I went over to the bar and found one of the baggies of cocaine Jess had stashed there. I poured some on the counter and snorted it up, almost instantly feeling refreshed and ready for the day.

My initial inclination was to explore some more. Really, I was curious what Jess was up to. The door to Johnny's bedroom was closed. I paused and listened at it, and I couldn't hear anything. It felt a little creepy or like an invasion, but I slowly turned the knob and opened it slightly. It was pitch black inside, and it took my eyes a few moments to adjust from the soft light of the hallway. But finally I could make out Jess intertwined with Johnny, asleep.

Out of curiosity, I cruised by the flight attendants' room. The door was wide open, and the two beds inside were empty. I saw light radiating from the bathroom and the sounds of the shower. I peeked in briefly, finding the steamy space occupied by London and Christy. It was a little tough to make out, but I could tell they were engaged in a deeply sexy moment. It looked like London was fucking a dildo that had been attached by suction cup to the glass wall of the shower, while she had her face buried in Christy's tits.

Part of me wanted to surprise them, but that didn't feel right. The other part of me -- the part that won out -- realized that this meant Zoe was likely somewhere in the villa. So I went exploring again. I found her in the outdoor space behind the indoor pool. She had a cigarette in one hand and a sweating glass of white wine in the other. On the small side table next to her was a mirror with a half-dozen lines of cocaine scratched out onto them, a glass straw nestled between two of them so it didn't roll onto the ground. Zoe was naked, except for a blue-tinted pair of round-lensed sunglasses. I saw a couple hickies on her perky breasts.

"Oh, well, hey," she said when she turned around. "I'm glad I'm not the only one with insomnia."

"I'm not sure it's insomnia," I said.

"Yeah," she said with a small laugh. "Blow is like that. And it seems like you had a very busy, very sexy night."

"I could say the same for you," I said, glancing at her breasts.

"I can't lie," Zoe said, taking a drag and exhaling it. "My pussy is going to sore as fuck. It already is. I got railed."

"One of Christy's old Vegas customers?" I ventured.

"Yeah," Zoe said. "Football player. Huge. Rough. It was fun."

She stubbed out her cigarette and set down her wine glass before picking up the mirror. She snorted two lines of coke before offering it to me. I accepted.

"You guys are spoiling me with this snow," she said. "It's fucking incredible."

"You fit right in," I said with a grin then helped myself to two lines.

Zoe and I chatted as she powered through three more cigarettes and two more lines. I joined her in drinking white wine and marveled at her stamina and ability to consume nonstop. The sun was up, and we were starting to get flirty when I heard a tap on the glass behind us.

It wasn't who I expected. It was Elizabeth, our butler. She looked fresh and energetic, a wide smile on her red-painted lips. Her pencil skirt hugged her luscious hips, and a white button-down shirt left generous gaps to see the lacy bra she wore beneath that strained against her ample breasts.

"Good morning, Mr. Cameron," she said, then glanced at Zoe and smiled. "I see the day is off to a fast start."

"Or the night continues to drag on," I replied playfully.

"Eventful evening?" she said.

"Beyond expectations," I said.

"Then it sounds like I've got my work cut out for me today," Elizabeth said.

"I've learned John is a pretty simple person," Zoe chimed in. "He likes the best. And he likes it really, really dirty."

We laughed.

"You've learned me pretty well, Zoe, in a short time," I said.

"How may I help today exceed expectations?" Elizabeth asked.

A wave of inspiration and desire washed over me. The brief glimpse of the milky, unblemished skin I got from between the bulging buttons of Elizabeth's dress shirt might have caused it.

"Are we really the only guests you're responsible for right now?" I asked as a predicate.

"You are, Mr. Cameron," Elizabeth said, and a smile spread across her face.

"Well, then, if you're inclined, maybe you could help Zoe and me with these lines," I said, maybe sounding too casual about it. "We've just got so much cocaine."

"I would be so grateful to indulge with you," Elizabeth said.

"Elizabeth," Zoe said, but she was cut off by our butler.

"Lizzy, please," the redhead interjected.

"Lizzy," Zoe said. "You would not believe the quality of coke they get. It's seriously pharmaceutical grade."

"You would know," I said, turning to Zoe before looking over at Lizzy. "She was a pharma sales rep."

"And now I'm a slutty flight attendant," Zoe said with a laugh.

"I have so many questions," Lizzy said, but she stood looking at the small mirror expectantly. She bit her bottom lip.

"Here you go," I said, picking it up, along with a straw, and offering it to her.

The trajectory of the day changed when I watched Lizzy snort two lines of coke. She clearly was experienced. But that didn't surprise me, and it wasn't what drew my attention. What caught my eye was how erect her nipples became as soon as the powder flew up her nose. It was the first time I thought that Lizzy might be one of us.

"Wow, holy crap!" Lizzy exclaimed as the powder took root in her sinuses. "That's absolutely incredible."

She wiped her finger over the surface of the mirror and enthusiastically rubbed her gums, then licked her finger clean for good measure. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed a couple extra times.

"Oh, baby, are you corrupting our host?" Jess's voice came from behind me.

I turned my head and did a double take. My wife was naked, her hair tousled, a hand on her hip -- almost as if she were about to pose for a photograph -- and her legs slightly parted. Her nipples were fiercely erect, and I saw trickles of thick sperm tracing crooked lines down her inner thighs. She looked well-fucked and stunningly sexy.

"I'm getting the impression Lizzy might have come to us pre-corrupted," I said.

"I would love to get a couple lines," Jess said, joining us outside and not seeming to mind the chill in the air at all.

Zoe dumped the remaining contents of a vial onto the mirror and passed it to Jess. She sat on my lap and tapped the powder into thick, long lines. Zoe lit another cigarette as Jess bent down and cleared two of the lines from the mirror. Zoe exhaled a long, high plume of smoke and offered the cigarette to Jess, who took a long drag.

"Can I bum one?" Lizzy asked, and Zoe offered her the pack of Gauloises and lighter.

"The breakfast of champions," Jess said, sniffling, as Lizzy lit her smoke.

Jess nuzzled her head into my neck and left a trail of kisses down my skin. It felt good.

"Did you fuck Mel and Shelly all night?" she whispered in my ear.

"Nonstop," I said. "Did you do the same with Johnny?"

"Of course," she said, continuing her shower of kisses. "But I still want more. It's crazy how I could possibly want to keep fucking."

"I could use a good fuck," Zoe said, handing her cigarette back to Jess again.

"I thought you said you were sore from last night," I said.

"It doesn't mean I'm not still horny," Zoe said bluntly.

I watched as Lizzy nervously smoked her cigarette. Her nipples were still hard, and I was pretty sure it wasn't the chilly temperatures causing it.

"We're pretty open," I said to the redhead, wanting to put her at ease. "And it's not just a Vegas thing."

"I figured, what with the four wives thing," Lizzy said with a slight smile as she stamped out her cigarette butt.

"Who wants a drink?" Jess asked, rising off my lap. "Let's go inside and get more comfortable."

"I'd say you're pretty comfortable," Zoe said, eyeing Jess's nude body. She picked up the pack of cigarettes, lighter, and cocaine mirror.

"What's your drink of choice?" I asked Lizzy as I stood up, too.

"Dealer's choice," Lizzy said.

She hung close by me as we walked through the pool area and into the salon. When we got to the main living area, it became clear it would certainly be one of those days in Vegas. That's because the party had already gotten started. Shelly was awake now, and she and Johnny were shotgunning hits from a bubbler. They were naked and touchy-feely, and I enjoyed the fact that Shelly was likely leaking my cum from inside her, just as Jess was leaking out Johnny's.

Christy and London also had emerged from their sexy shower and were now huddled around the cocaine on the coffee table. Jess and Zoe joined them.

"Where's Mel?" Jess asked Shelly.

"Showering," Shelly said as she took a long hit of potent weed from the bubbler. "But she'll be out soon."

"Anyone else want a drink?" I asked.

There was universal approval for the idea, and even more agreement that it was a Champagne kind of morning. Lizzy volunteered to join me at the bar to help.

"So, is this a little overwhelming?" I asked the pretty redhead.

"A little," she admitted. "I sort of knew what I was getting into. But to be in the thick of it is something else. You sort of have to learn how to find your place."

I could tell she felt more comfortable outside the group setting, so I tried to put her at ease. I popped the cork on a magnum of Cristal rosé, a nice breakfast treat, and got her chatting.

"What did you think you were getting into?" I asked.

"Marissa told me you were going to probably have an orgy," she said bluntly, holding glasses for me as I poured the wine.

"I get the vibe that today is going to involve some group activity," I said, looking out at the others. There was sexual energy in the room so thick you could almost see it. "Have you ever done something like that?"

It felt cheesy to ask. I felt like I was one of those lame porn producers making a fake first-timer casting couch film. For whatever reason, though, Lizzy seemed to light up, as though any protective walls she might have had up came tumbling down.

"I'll just be completely honest here, Mr. Cameron," Lizzy said, and I cut her off.

"Please, it's John," I said.

"John," she said. "I started boudoir photography when I was nineteen. I worked at beach day clubs to put myself through UNLV, including at Moorea. I'm more comfortable out of my clothes than in them."

"Is that so?" I said, my eyes locking onto hers. They were shockingly green. Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"I love being nude," she said as I filled the last glass.

We took them over to the others, then returned to the bar for our pours.

"You're welcome to be more comfortable," I offered to Lizzy.

"You just want to see me naked," she shot back with a smile.

"I can't help it if your comfort comes with side benefits for me," I said. I enjoyed the playful banter.

"Sure," Lizzy said. "Might as well jump in with both feet."

In a flash, her hands moved quickly to the buttons on her shirt. She quickly undid them and slid her arms through the sleeves. Her white lace bra was as translucent as her skin. A smattering of freckles decorated her upper chest. My cock stirred as she sloughed off her shirt and then bent forward, her breasts pressing together in a sumptuous cleavage, as she pushed her tight, gray skirt down her hips and let it crumple to the floor. Lizzy stood before me in a matching white lace lingerie set. But not for long. Her hands darted behind her back, causing her breasts to jut out. The bra unsnapped, and they popped free, big and luscious and natural, with large nipples that could have cut glass. She gave a quick push down on her panties and let the thong naturally fall to the floor, drawing my eyes immediately to the carefully manicured landing strip of red hair just above her pretty, puffy pussy.

"There," she said and smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

"Breathtaking," I said, unable to take my gaze off her.

"Let's join the party," Lizzy said, and raised her glass to me before walking over toward the couches in the salon where the others had gathered.

Lizzy had a seductive walk, which emphasized the inviting swell of her hips that curved in deliciously between her legs. She had a minimal thigh gap and a round, heart-shaped ass. Her flame red hair ended a few inches past her shoulders, giving glimpses of her delicate neck as it bounced when she walked. She was dangerously beautiful. The question that kicked around my mind was whether she lived up to the reputation of redheads being absolutely batshit crazy.

For the next couple hours, drinks flowed, and we smoked a lot of marijuana. Jess circled back to my side for the day. I even sensed a little bit of guilt about how much attention she had given Johnny to start the getaway. So she made up for it by draping herself across my lap and doting on me, whispering dirty little nothings in my ear and teasing me with how much fun my incestuous threesome the night before must have been.

Shelly and Melanie essentially switched places with Jess, and there were more than a few moments when Johnny and I exchanged knowing looks as the sisters lavished him with attention. It was a brave new world in our swinging circle.

Then, with the simple ring of the doorbell at our villa, the party really got started. I had wondered how the balance was going to work. There were only Johnny and me for seven girls, and I knew the flight attendants especially would get antsy if they were forced to go too long without cock. They were just those kinds of sluts. When Jess opened the door -- she wouldn't let Lizzy do it -- a new energy charged through us.

Nicole burst into the salon, with her boyfriend Bryce and Johnny's former backup quarterback, Jamie, following her. Bryce went straight for Johnny, embracing him in a bear hug, while Jamie headed to me for the same.

"Dude, I can't thank you all enough for how you've been there for Kelly and me," he said.

"Of course, brother," I said, hugging him back. "Now let's get you in here and get you distracted."

We laughed, and Jess took the lead on making introductions of the new arrivals to Lizzy and the flight attendants. From there, the party took off. Jess stayed close to me. Shelly and Melanie stayed close to Johnny. Christy, London, and Zoe were all over Bryce and Jamie from the start, hitting the drinks and party favors. As they got to know one another, they decided to exit the villa and explore the casino. Lizzy jumped into work mode again briefly to organize a private craps table for them, but then she rejoined us.

I was surprised to see that Nicole knew Lizzy already. And knew her pretty well. As it turned out, Nicole had been trying to recruit Lizzy to join the Infinity escort agency in Vegas, but the redhead had resisted.

"I don't need to fuck for money," Lizzy said as she shared some cocaine with Nicole. "I just like to fuck."

Once more, it became very clear just what kind of day in Vegas this was going to be. While Bryce and Jamie slipped away with the flight attendants to roll dice, Johnny just as quickly disappeared with his wife and her sister. That left me with Jess, Nicole, and Lizzy in a villa full of drugs, fine wine, and high-end liquor. What could go wrong?

As it turned out, shockingly, absolutely nothing. It was another sexy, glorious day in Vegas. And a memorable one. Jess, in a 180-degree turn from yesterday, doted on me, constantly attending to my needs, whether it was a drink, a line, some weed, or indulging every whim of lust that overtook me. That reminded me of why Jess and I worked. We were at our best when we could fan the flames of desire. That had been the point of that first night. Sure, it was hedonistically indulgent, and to an outsider might have seemed strange for a married couple (or quintuple) to spend it apart, fucking other people -- very passionately fucking other people. But Jess and I had reached a state of sublime promiscuity. Fundamentally, her night with Johnny just wasn't going to stoke jealousy in me. It was going to heighten the passion when we came back together. A big part of that stemmed from the fact that we always knew what the other was up to. That simple act of transparency had raised our relationship -- for so long a torrid adventure of ups and downs -- to its purest and best form for us.

Also, since Nicole was present, the day became a huge ego stroke for me. While Jess doted on me, Nicole, as always, lusted for me. The combined result of that was that Lizzy began to think I was something special.

What I learned, however, is that Lizzy was really something special, too. That's getting ahead of myself, though.

"I love that we can smoke in here," Jess said as she put her lips around a bong and fired it up.

"Kat's weed is so good," Nicole said. She kneeled in front of the coffee table, about to attack a line of cocaine. She had stripped naked almost as soon as she had entered the villa. Nicole had a sexy way of keeping her elbows close to her rib cage when she snorted the drug, which had the effect of pressing together and pushing up her breasts. "She has turned me into a wake-and-bake girl."

"So she really has a weed business?" Lizzy said, turning to me.

"Green Goddess," I said. "It's really kind stuff. A great high."

"Do you mind if I smoke?" the redhead followed up, holding up a pack of Gauloises.

"Be my guest," I said with a smile.

"I guess it's a Vegas thing," Lizzy said. "But I think smoking is sexy. I love it."

"Maybe you just have an oral fetish," Nicole said between lines.

"I definitely like keeping my mouth occupied," Lizzy said with a laugh, sparking up and taking a long drag.

Jess passed the bong to me, and I took a huge rip. I noted that my body really felt no effects from getting essentially no sleep. The Vegas paradox. There was nothing else like it. Just that realization gave me an extra jolt of energy. We kept a steady burn to the partying, smoking, snorting, and drinking, without escalating things too much. About an hour into it, Jess and Nicole had sunk into deeper conversation about the Infinity agency and how things were going in Vegas. The short version? Business was booming. They had essentially become the in-house adult entertainment option for the two top casino companies and were able to fill the girls' schedules simply with high rollers. Hosting the post-game football parties for Bryce and Jamie and their teammates had become an added bonus. The roster for Infinity Vegas had also grown to twelve girls, and the original handful that had established the outpost were still on the full-time roster.

While Jess and Nicole talked shop, I played an informal game of twenty questions with Lizzy.

"What brought you to Vegas?" I asked.

"UNLV," she said. "I grew up in southern California, but I wanted to get into hospitality. I got into Cornell for it, too, but I thought Vegas would be more fun."

"Maybe that shows your priorities," I said, also making a mental note that this must be a very smart girl.

"I had worked hard in high school," she said. "I was a little bit of a nerd. But by the time senior year rolled around, and I got into college, I had kind of blossomed -- physically, I mean. I viewed college as a reward for me. So I thought UNLV would be a great adventure."

She sat next to me on one of the long, comfortable sofas, her legs tucked underneath her. Lizzy had a way of leaning forward when she spoke, which made her large breasts sway deliciously. She also had a sexy way of pressing her tongue against the backs of her teeth as she spoke.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" I asked.

"More," she said, smiling. "Is UNLV up there with Cornell? Of course not. Not academically. But I fell in love with Vegas. I just vibe with it. I was able to cruise through my classes at UNLV and still do great. And that left a lot of time for ... recreation."

"I bet you found a lot of fun hobbies," I said, the follow-up question implicit.

"My real major was partying," she said, now licking her lips. "And maybe a little bit of psychology. Because I found out really quickly just how little work you have to do if you're a pretty girl who doesn't mind being a little slutty."

"I have so much to ask," I said with a chuckle.

"My turn first," Lizzy said.

She asked some basic questions that wouldn't have been in my guest profile at the Mansion. What struck me was that she obviously wanted to just get to know me. Not for the first time, I wondered if her serving as our butler -- the term felt outmoded at this point -- was an intentional choice.

"How long ago did you graduate?" I asked.

"Four years," she said.

"And not burnt out on Vegas?" I said.

"How could you ever burn out on Vegas?" she said. "I love it here. If you feel tired? Do a couple bumps."

She laughed, and we realized that Nicole and Jess had stopped talking and were listening to us.

"Speaking of bumps," Nicole said, "I think some body blows would be fun."

"Yes!" Jess agreed. "I've been staring at Lizzy's tits for two days! I think it's time we initiate them."

"Come here, Lizzy," Nicole instructed. "Sit there. And sit up straight."

Lizzy did as instructed, taking up a new position on the sofa that was nearer to where Jess and Nicole had been sitting. It was also next to the massive, communal pile of cocaine. Nicole scooped up a big bump with the corner of a carbon fiber card and gently placed it on the swell of Lizzy's left breast. Then she put a second on her right breast.

"You want left or right, Jess?" Nicole said with a grin.

"You know me, girl," Jess said, "I don't care. I just want the blow."

They laughed and each picked up a straw. The girls sat down to either side of Lizzy, who glanced up at me with a smile and a laugh.

"Ready?" Jess said.

"One, two," Nicole said, glancing at me with her sultry smile and hungry eyes. "Three!"

The coke flew up their noses and, as if they were synchronized swimmers, they threw their heads back at the same time and sniffed twice in quick succession. Then their heads turned down again, and they licked Lizzy's tits.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good!" Lizzy cried out with unexpected enthusiasm as Jess and Nicole tongued her.

"I think it's time we started the real fun," Nicole said.

"I agree," Jess said. "Lizzy, do you notice anything about my husband?"

"I don't think so, no," Lizzy said, a little confused.

"Do you see how hard his dick is?" Jess continued. "He does that every single time he watches a girl do coke."

"Well isn't that just a fun party trick!" Lizzy said, delighted.

"It is such a fun trick," Nicole agreed. "So good for us girls."

"So, Lizzy?" Jess said. "I want you to do a line off John's dick."

"Cool," Lizzy said, unfazed and flashing an eager smile.

"John has the perfect dick for lines," Nicole said, grabbing the base of my shaft as Jess moved in with a scoop of coke on a carbon fiber card.

"There we go," Jess said, neatly setting up the line for Lizzy.

Lizzy was utterly comfortable snorting cocaine off my cock. She didn't take a break to switch nostrils. She just snorted it all up and gave a deep, satisfied sigh when she finished.

"Lick it, girl," Nicole said.

"Yeah, can't leave any behind," Jess agreed.

Lizzy didn't need to be told twice. She just opened her mouth and swallowed me down. When her nose tickled the base of my cock, she hummed a little bit and let it rest at the back of her throat. Then she pulled back, looked up at me with those piercing green eyes, and smiled.

"Nice dick, Mr. Cameron," she said, her voice husky and nasal.

"Go ahead," Jess said. "Blow him."

My wife grinned at me, signaling me to sit down again. Lizzy took up the space between my thighs, my erection disappearing into her mouth and an umbrella of bright red hair. Jess and Nicole kneeled on the couch on either side of me, taking turns kissing me.

"How is she?" Jess asked.

"Exquisite," I said.

"I want some," Nicole said.

"Take it," Jess said.

So now I had two beautiful girls sucking my cock, and my slutty blonde wife nibbling my ear.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked her, sensing her play.

"You know me too well," she said with a sigh.

"What is it?" I prodded, barely able to keep my focus as Nicole sucked my balls into her mouth, and Lizzy kept up an adoring assault on my erection with her skilled mouth.

"I've been too focused on Johnny," Jess said.

"You're good, babe," I said. "We're good. You know that."

"I need to have more self-control," she said. "This is our getaway."

"I think this getaway has been designed to give us a lot of distractions," I said. I gestured to the two girls sucking my cock. "God, that feels so fucking good."

"You aren't mad?" Jess asked.

"I only get mad if you hide things from me," I said. "And if you're asking questions like this? You're probably doing just fine."

"Good," Jess said. "I just like to check in. It's good for us."

She leaned in and kissed me with passion. My whole body was activated again.

"I want to watch you fuck that redhead," Jess whispered. I nodded, and she added, louder, "Nicole, will you ride my face?"

"You know I can't say no to that," Nicole said with the usual seduction dripping from her voice.

As the girls repositioned, Lizzy finally looked up. She had a Cheshire cat smile on her face and manic eyes.

"I could suck you all day," she said. "I'm an insatiable slut."

"As appealing as that sounds," I said. "I want your pussy."

"Your wish is my command," Lizzy said and immediately stood up. Her nipples stood out starkly from her luscious breasts.

One of her hands slipped between her thighs. She was checking to see if she was wet. Of course she was. Her fingers came out sticky, and she sucked them one-by-one into her mouth before she straddled me and settled her hips just above my throbbing erection. I put my hands on her ass, pulling the round cheeks apart. Lizzy grabbed the base of my cock, threw her flame-red hair back, exposing her delicate neck, and shoved me inside her all at once.

"God, yes, that makes me feel so full," Lizzy moaned.

Her cunt was tight and velvety, and she moved like a pro. She had a unique way of varying the way she bounced on my cock, forcing me to hit a different spot inside her with each thrust. I massaged her ass and buried my face in her tits to let her do the work initially. Lizzy's body was made to fuck, and I quickly became enchanted by her. It barely registered on me that Jess had her face buried in Nicole's pussy right next to me.

I pulled Lizzy to me, kissed her neck, and told her, "You're a great fuck."

"Thanks," she grinned. "I try to practice as much as possible."

She put her hands against my knees and arched her back. Her pale skin looked like it had been painted with moonlight.

"I love a good slut," I said.

"I aspire to be a great slut," Lizzy shot back.

"Bend over," I ordered.

"Yes, sir," she said, uncoupling herself from me and smoothly sliding over onto the sofa to offer her pussy up to me.

I moved behind her and slid in again. She eagerly pushed back against every thrust I gave her in doggy style.

"Pull my hair?" she said, the words coming out in a whimper, like she was begging.

I gave her locks a sharp tug, and she groaned with approval. I smacked her ass, and she yelped happily. And I stared at her asshole. It was stunningly pink and pretty. I couldn't resist running a finger around her rosebud.

"Put it in, if you want," Lizzy told me when she felt it.

So I shoved my index finger inside. Her ass gave way with no resistance. She was entirely comfortable as I explored her back door.

"You like that, don't you?" I said.

"I like doing whatever I'm told," Lizzy said.

"Good girl," I said and gave her ass another swat and her hair another tug.

Lizzy truly was a great fuck. There was nothing else to say. Her body was sexy as hell. Even though she clearly had experience and loved dirty talking about what a slut she was, her milky and blemish-free skin gave a veil of innocence to her. I liked that dichotomy. I also liked how natural it felt to be with her.

Mesmerized by Lizzy, I was in my own little world. I didn't notice that Nicole had cum and Jess had slipped out from under her. I startled briefly when she suddenly showed up next to me and put a finger under my chin. She turned me to her and kissed me, tasting of Nicole's sweet nectar.

"Nicole tastes good," I said, finally shaking out of my trance.

"I want to taste Lizzy off your dick next," Jess said, her eyes flashing with desire.

"Wanna try now or after I cum?" I said. "I'm pretty close."

"Cum in her," Jess said. "Then feed me your dick."

She kissed me again before hopping over to the coffee table to feed her nose with powder again. Nicole took her place at my side. She kissed me and left a trail down my neck, whispering filthy little words in my ear while her hand wandered down my body. She found my balls and stroked them as I pumped in and out of Lizzy. The redhead crescendoed in a massive orgasm, then a second as I continued to fuck her. Nicole disappeared, replaced once more by a refueled Jess, who kissed me and then focused on my nipples. Nicole popped up again behind me, her tongue probing into my ass.

"Jesus, you sluts are so fucking filthy," I said.

There was always something glorious about having multiple girls focus their attention solely on me. The feeling that this multi-part organism came together just to stoke my pleasure and help me achieve orgasm was a heady thing, and I was addicted to it. It was less an ego thing than it was my obsession with pleasure and getting off. But it would be a lie to say ego had nothing to do with it. I liked pushing the limits on just how intense things could get, how I could push myself to new heights of pleasure. I had to admit, Lizzy was a new and fun peak to climb.

"I'm gonna cum," I finally said.

Nicole moaned and licked my ass with more fervor. Lizzy begged me to fill her cunt. But Jess knew how to give me that final little push.

"You know how much it turns me on to see you cum inside another girl," she said, kissing my ear and neck. "Do you want me to eat it out of her? Do you want me to use it to lube her ass so you can fuck that pretty, pink asshole? Tell me what to do, baby, and I'll make you cum again all day long."

"Fuck, Jess, I love you," I grunted as my balls twitched, and my sperm shot into the redhead's tight insides. She felt it and milked me with incredible control over her kegel muscles.

"That's a funny thing to say to your wife while you're shooting your sperm into another woman," Jess replied with a grin that underscored her sarcasm, then proceeding to stick her tongue down my throat with such enthusiasm, I thought I might not go soft after I came.

"That was fucking hot!" Nicole exclaimed, standing up from the sofa.

She began to make out with Jess, and I took my dripping cock out of Lizzy's pussy. A gush of cum came with it, coating the insides of her thighs. The redhead pushed herself forward, then finally turned around and flashed a happy and satisfied smile.

"That was fucking hot," Lizzy agreed. "I need a cigarette and a drink."

I poured a fresh round of drinks, but when I returned, Jess and Nicole were still in the throes of kissing, which inevitably would progress further. Lizzy smoked her cigarette, watching them. I set glasses down by my wife and her lady love interest, then joined Lizzy across the coffee table from them. She cuddled up close to me, and we kissed some more while she smoked, and we drank.

"It's fun that your wives don't care if you fuck around," she said.

"We are completely open," I said. "Whatever they're comfortable with? Sets our limits."

"You know, I have to tell you," Lizzy said and took a drag on her cigarette. "I love cheating. I have such a thing for married guys. Engaged guys. Boyfriends. Whatever. It turns me on. It gets me off. But having Jess here didn't spoil it at all for me. It was just as hot. For whatever that's worth."

"I don't mind fucking around with someone else's girl," I admitted. "I've done it plenty. I don't have a guilty conscience about it. But for us, in our relationship, we've found it doesn't work well without transparency. We've all made too many dumb choices. So we just did away with that. You do whatever you want, and we've found that kind of gives us reasonable limits we can all live with."

"Interesting," Lizzy said, now taking a drink of Champagne. "I've always just done what felt good to me. If I wanted something? I did it."

"That's what we do too," I said with a smile.

"And nobody gets jealous?" Lizzy said, seeming intrigued.

"It just hasn't been an issue," I said. "At least, not a negative one. Sometimes, jealousy is a little bit fun."

"So you like pushing each other's buttons?" Lizzy said.

"Within reason," I said, nodding.

"Huh," the redhead said and paused to light another cigarette.

I let the silence pass between us. Lizzy's red lips left a stain on the Gauloises filter that her red fingernails wrapped around. It all created a stark contrast to her seemingly translucent skin and bright green eyes. She oozed sexuality. It reminded me of Christy or Nicole. It was that overt, not subtle and seductive like Rita. Lizzy was a sex pot, almost like a pinup model. We looked across the coffee table at Jess and Nicole. Jess's blonde hair covered Nicole's thighs, but the sexy brunette narrated the action for us.

"That's it," she sighed. "Eat my cunt."

"You all seem as oversexed as I am," Lizzy said, moving closer to me on the couch.

"I'm not sure there's any such thing," I said, staring at her tits.

"Ha," Lizzy said, her eyes piercing me. "Like, what, how many times a day do you fuck?"

"Four of five, I'd guess, most of the time," I said casually.

"You're joking," she said, arching her eyebrows.

"I don't joke about getting laid," I said.

"Maybe I should get to know you guys better," she said, leaning forward now and eyeing the cocaine.

"Maybe you should," I said.

"Do you really get hard watching girls do coke?" she asked. "That wasn't just some one-off thing earlier?"

"I really do," I said, nodding.

"But you just came," she said.

"Try me," I shot back.

Lizzy kneeled in front of the coffee table again. Her breasts hung like pendulous torpedoes, her large, pastel pink areolas crinkling in the air conditioning. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and turned her head to give me a view as she lined up one of the lines that was already cut. Her eyes darted over to me, so she could watch while she sniffed. Her gaze never left me until she closed her eyes and raised up.

"Pure as the driven snow is taking on a new meaning for me," she said, savoring it, then allowing her eyes to open and focus on my crotch.

My cock was semi-hard and getting more aroused by the minute. She did a second line, and by the time her eyes had locked on my cock again, I was fully erect.

"Jesus, that really is some party trick you've got there," she said.

"You started it," I said. "How do we address it?"

"Well, I think now it's time you know something about me," Lizzy said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I'm a nymphomaniac," she said. "And I don't say that because I love to fuck. I mean, I love sex. But I literally am a diagnosed nymphomaniac."

"Sounds like a good problem to have," I said.

Lizzy stayed on her knees but drew closer to me, pushing my thighs apart.

"I can't control myself," she said. "Sure, I've gotten decent at suppressing it from time to time when I have to. But ..." She paused to lick her lips and stare at my cock. "My brain is constantly figuring out where I can get my next fix."

"I imagine being in Vegas makes that pretty easy," I observed. "And so does your job."

"It's a lot of effort," she said, "and not as much fun as it used to be."

"How come?" I asked.

"I liked how it was in college," she said. "I met guys and fucked them, and they'd invite me to parties, and I'd just fuck and fuck and fuck."

"You sound like Jess," I said.

"I didn't even get into drugs until guys figured out I was easy," she said with a laugh. "Frat guys loved me. I'd get invited to every party. It was all so simple! Now I've got to pick my spots."

"Huh," I said, mimicking her earlier response.

"What?" she asked, her hand now snaking around my cock.

"Nothing," I said, brushing it aside. "I may have something that could help with that, but I need to talk to Jess first."

"It looks like she's occupied at the moment," Lizzy said, coming closer to me. "How about I help us kill some time?"

The redhead didn't wait for me to respond. Such sucked my cock into her mouth, but it quickly became clear a blow job was not Lizzy's ultimate goal here. She was drooling as much spit as possible over my shaft, making a big production of gagging on me. Only a few minutes later, she pressed her hands against my thighs and stood up.

"Here's another secret," she said, as she straddled me. "It's not really a secret. Anal is my thing. I love a dick up my ass."

"Funny," I said. "Anal has always been my speciality."

Lizzy's face lit up.

"Really?" she said.

"I cannot tell a lie," I said.

"The first second I saw your dick, I wanted to feel it in my ass," Lizzy said and she pushed my head against her sphincter.

Lizzy impressed me. She used the same breathing techniques I trained girls on to take anal more comfortably. She pushed my cock inside her ass as she exhaled after a deep breath. And her ass greedily sucked me inside of her. She was tight. And skilled. And the fiery look in her eyes almost took me aback when I was buried to hilt in her anus. I let Lizzy take control and then started to move my hips in rhythm with hers as I gauged her preferred pace and angle of penetration.

"You really do know how to fuck a girl's ass," she said appreciatively.

"You really know how to take a cock up it," I said.

It was stunning how we moved in tandem when we'd never done this together before. It felt incredibly natural. I buried my face in her luscious tits and sucked on them while she rode me. She orgasmed twice and seemed nowhere close to finishing as I finally felt my own climax tingle through my groin.

"Are you going to cum?" Lizzy asked, anticipating it.

"Yes," I grunted.

"God, that's fucking hot," she said. "Fill me up. I'll show you what a real ass slut does."

I was already grinding my hips into her and unloading in her dark passage. And as soon as my cock stopped pulsing inside her, Lizzy raised herself up. She hovered just above me. Wordlessly, she stared at me as a warm trail of cum leaked from her ass onto my public area surrounding my cock. Lizzy smoothly swung her body around to kneel before me again.

"You've never met someone like me," she said and buried her face in my crotch.

She lovingly cleaned my cock with her tongue and noisily slurped up all the cum that had leaked out of her. When she finished, she looked up at me maniacally.

"I wish I had my vibrating butt plug," she said, her voice husky. "I'd put it in and just keep cumming and cumming with it up my ass."

"Jesus," I said.

Lizzy taking the mask of professionalism off changed the course of our Vegas trip. When we finally reached the point where we had to take a break from sex, she arranged private craps and blackjack tables for us. When we got tired of gambling, we would retreat into the villa for more shenanigans. It all became blended at some point, a hazy fog of limbs and holes and sucking and fucking and snorting and smoking and drinking.

But something happened when the dust settled from that trip to Vegas. On the flight home? Lizzy came with us.