A Weekend in Vegas - Part 1

Madison stepped into the black leather skirt, pulled it up her long legs, and reached back to zip it up. She smoothed the front, made sure her halter top was still in place, and then stepped in front of the floor length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and took a deep breath as she looked at herself.

It was the first time in her life that Madison had dressed in such a revealing, openly sexy manner and she found it thrilling. She was fairly certain she looked good, though she'd know for sure when she saw Jake's reaction.

Madison took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door, and stepped out into the hotel room. She saw the lights of Las Vegas out the floor to ceiling windows and smiled as they reminded her that they were in the one place in the world where no one would bat an eye at her outfit.

"What do you think?" Madison asked as Jake turned his attention towards his wife.

His face told her everything she needed to know before he'd even uttered a word. His eyes went wide and he sat up straight and tossed the remote control aside. He couldn't contain the smile that seemed so eager to dance across his face and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rushed towards her.

"What do I think?" he asked. "Maddie, you look incredible. You look...you look so hot. I didn't even...I mean, I honestly didn't know you could look this hot. The skirt...the top...the high heels...I honestly didn't know you owned clothes like this."

"I didn't, not until recently, at least," she said with a smile. "I mean, where would I wear clothes like this? Down to the bowling alley? To parent teacher night at school?"

Jake laughed. "Yeah, I guess our life doesn't really have many opportunities to get dressed up like this, does it?"

Madison shook her head. "I hope you don't mind that I took the opportunity. It's our first trip to Vegas, after all, so I figured I'd try something new."

Jake stepped back and his eyes wandered up and down her body. Madison appreciated the desire on his face and she was pleased to note a little bit of a bulge in her husband's pants. She loved that she could turn him on with nothing more than a skimpy, decidedly sexy outfit. "If this is how you dress when we come to Vegas, we might have to come back a lot more often, Maddie."

Madison laughed. "I'm glad you like it. But, to be honest, I'm a little nervous about going out dressed like this."

"Why?" Jake asked as he stepped closer and took her into his arms.

"I don't know...I don't dress like this, you know? You were right. I've literally never owned clothes like this. I know other girls dress like this all the time, so it's not like I'm doing something weird. It's just that it's so unfamiliar to me. I feel like a different person," Madison explained.

Jake kissed her softly and said, "Well, I think you look insanely hot, Maddie, and it would be amazing to take you out looking like this. I mean, what guy doesn't want to go out in Vegas with an insanely hot girl? That being said, I don't want you to be uncomfortable all night, so you could change if you wanted to. I mean, I don't want you to change, just to be clear, but I won't be upset if you do."

Madison loved that Jake was willing to lie for her benefit - but she knew he'd be disappointed if she changed. The truth was, she would have been disappointed with herself if she'd changed. She was nervous about going out in a skimpy skirt and an even skimpier top - a top that didn't allow her to wear a bra - but she wanted to take advantage of the fact that they were in Las Vegas. She wanted to make her husband happy, and to make herself happy by living it up a little.

"I know I’m not much of a drinker, but I actually think I’ll be fine if I have a strong drink," Madison said as she took Jake's hand.

His eyes went wide again. They almost never drank, but they were in Vegas and Madison wanted to cut loose. "Well then, I guess we should get you a strong drink. Let me put my shoes on and we can head out."

Jake stepped away but Madison pulled him close for another kiss. Her lips lingered against his for a few seconds and when Jake opened his mouth Madison happily offered her tongue. It wasn't the kind of kiss they usually shared unless they were about to have sex, but she wanted to try something new. Jake moaned - which she loved - and he grabbed her ass through the soft leather of her skirt and pulled her close. Madison felt the bulge in his pants and a giddy sensation came over her as she imagined Jake being utterly enamored with her all night long and the sex they might have when they came back to the room.

"Wow," he said after the kiss. "That was...that was really something, Maddie. I have to say, I really like the Vegas version of my wife."

Madison was coming to like the Vegas version of herself too. She felt a little freer and looser - in a good way - than usual, as if she didn't have to worry what anyone other than her husband thought about her, which wasn't the way she approached life in the relatively small town where they lived.

"Ready?" Jake asked after putting his shoes on and grabbing his wallet.

Madison smiled, took his hand, and said, "I'm ready if you are."

At first, the attention Madison garnered was jarring. Two guys got onto the elevator a few floors below theirs and they both stared at her. One of them stared for the entirety of the ride down to the lobby. Men - and a few women - stared as they walked through the lobby and towards the Uber stand outside the hotel. Two of the young valets stared, though their boss quietly chided them for doing so.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked as the car pulled up.

"Yeah, why?" she replied.

Jake smiled. "Because people are staring at you. I like that they're staring at you - at my wife - but I just wanted to check in to make sure that you're okay."

Madison kissed him on the cheek as their ride pulled up. "You're sweet. And yes, it's a little weird - different, more than anything - but I'm okay. And I like that you like it."

Jake opened the door and Madison got in. The driver turned and looked over his shoulder and she saw his eyes dart to her legs as her skirt rode up a little, but he quickly looked away. It was the same thing most of the men that had taken a look did. Madison had never felt particularly sexy - the kind of sexy that makes men stare - and there was something about the attention that she enjoyed, especially with Jake by her side.

The ride to the club was short and Madison was eager to get inside and get a drink - she was still a little nervous - which was why it was such a disappointment to see the long line they'd have to wait in to get inside.

"Should we find a different place?" Jake asked as they stood in front of the club entrance and stared at the dozens of people waiting to get inside.

"You two," the bouncer called out.

"Us?" Jake asked.

The bouncer nodded and beckoned them closer. "You can go inside. Just let me check your IDs."

Jake pulled both their IDs out of his wallet - Madison hadn't bothered with a purse - and asked, "What about the line?"

The bouncer looked at Madison, smiled, and said, "She gets to skip the line," before handing their IDs back to Jake. "Have fun in there."

"What was that about?" Jake asked her as they stepped inside.

Madison smiled. She didn't have any experience with being a sexy girl, but she understood well enough that a night club benefited from having sexy girls inside, even if those girls were married. She'd gotten to skip the line because she looked good, a fact that put a bright smile on her face and left her feeling rather giddy. "I'm not sure," she said, mostly because explaining that seemed pointless now that they were inside.

"Drinks?" Jake asked.

Madison nodded and he took her hand and headed for the bar. He ordered for them while she turned and studied the crowd. She'd never been in a club quite like it. She'd gone a few times in college, but it really hadn't been her scene, mostly because she always felt out of place. She was pleased to discover that she felt like she belonged on that night, though, that she looked just as good as most of the women the bouncers had let in.

"Here," Jake said as he turned to Madison with a drink.

She lifted the glass to her lips, tilted it back, and took a big sip. Too big, as it turned out, for the drink was astoundingly strong. The alcohol burned as it went down her throat and Madison nearly broke into a fit of coughing, but she managed to keep her composure. "Wow, that's strong," she said.

The bartender - who happened to be exceptionally good looking - smiled and nodded and for some reason Madison offered him a decidedly flirty smile in return. She could scarcely believe she was doing it as it happened, and yet it felt good, especially when he offered a fairly flirtatious smile in return.

"Let's find a table," Jake said.

He took Madison's hand and they wound their way through the crowd of tables until they found an empty one tucked in the corner. Madison sank into the surprisingly plush and comfortable seat and took another sip of her exceedingly strong drink. Jake sat next to her and stared out at the crowd of people on the dance floor, all of whom seemed to be moving in time with the throbbing beat of the music.

Madison moved closer to her husband and put a hand on his thigh. He turned to her with a smile on his face and she kissed him. She didn't wait for his lips to part this time, though. She probed with her tongue and he opened up to let her in his mouth. He moaned and she let her hand move up his thigh and towards his crotch as a wave of lust washed over her.

"Wow," was all Jake seemed to be able to say as the kiss ended.

Madison smiled, lifted the glass to her lips, and took another big sip. This time the alcohol went down without any issue. She could already feel the beginnings of a buzz, too. The drink was working its magic with exceptional speed, luring Madison into a joyful state.

She leaned towards her husband, kissed his neck softly, and said, "Thank you for taking me to Vegas. I know it's only our first day, but I'm loving it."

He looked at her, smiled, and replied, "Me too. I feel like we're going to have to come back often, because I think I really like the Vegas version of you."

Madison liked the Vegas version of her, too. She kissed her husband again. She tasted the alcohol on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. She moaned and she let her hand wander between his legs. For the first time in her life she touched his cock in a public place and she discovered that he was hard. A small part of her was tempted to leave immediately to go back to the hotel room, but the night was young and there was still so much fun to be had.

"Let's dance," Madison said once she'd finished her drink.

"Yeah?" Jake asked like he was surprised she was interested in hitting the dance floor.

Madison nodded and he threw back the rest of his drink, stood up, and took her hand. They made their way through the tables and joined the rest of the crowd moving in rhythm to the slow, rather seductive-sounding beat of the song. Madison smiled at her husband as he reached out and ran his hands over her skimpy, soft halter top and towards her waist. He pulled her close and she looked up at him. His lips approached hers and they kissed while their hips moved in unison.

As her body hummed with desire and the beautiful, floaty buzz produced by the drink she'd enjoyed, Madison saw the girl next to them grinding her ass into her man's crotch. He seemed delighted by it - he couldn't keep his hands off of her - and Madison felt inspired.

She smiled up at Jake and slowly spun around. She backed into him and pressed her ass into his crotch just like the girl next to them was doing. She moved her ass in time with the beat and Jake put his hands on her waist and kissed her neck. Madison felt his stiff cock pressing into her body and a giddy smile crossed her face. Her husband wanted her. He craved her. He liked the sexy version of her that had stepped out of the bathroom in a leather skirt and a lovely halter top, and Madison loved that.

She turned her head and they kissed right there on the dance floor. His hands moved up her waist and settled just under her breasts. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra and Madison couldn't help but hope that he'd play with her breasts right there on the dance floor, with dozens of people around them. The idea of it felt so naughty, so sexy, so utterly tantalizing. He didn't, though. His fingers pressed against the very bottoms of her breasts, but Jake wasn't bold enough to take them in his hands. Madison was surprised to feel a touch of disappointment, but she certainly didn't blame her husband for not groping her in public.

They danced for half a dozen songs, grinding on each other in the most delightful way the entire time. It was only when Madison started to get sweaty that she took Jake's hand and led him back to their table.

Once they were seated they shared a kiss and again Madison couldn't help but hope that Jake would let his hands wander to her breasts. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so turned on and she was seriously considering abandoning their night out early to go back to the hotel room.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Jake said after a particularly passionate kiss. "Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yes," Madison replied. "Give me the credit card, though. I want to get another drink."

Jake pulled the card from his wallet and said, "Get me one too."

Madison smiled, nodded, and gave him a quick kiss before Jake got up and slowly worked his way through the crowd and towards the bathroom on the far side of the fairly sizable club. She headed for the bar and ordered up two more drinks.

As the bartender prepared the drinks, Madison spun around and watched the people on the dance floor. She wondered if she looked as good as some of the women, and if she'd managed to dance in the same way they did. She had a hard time imagining she did, though, as so many of the women seemed entirely comfortable with using their bodies as instruments of arousal in a way that Madison had never done before.

"You're extraordinarily beautiful," a deep voice said.

Madison turned to see an exceptionally good-looking man standing to her right. She wasn't sure how he'd gotten so close without her noticing, but she couldn't help but offer up a smile, as if he was so good-looking that she had no other choice.

"Thank you," Madison replied as she reached up to gently brush her hair behind her ear.

"It was a pleasure watching you dance with your husband," he said.

"Really?" she asked. "You watched?"

The bartender delivered their drinks and the man standing next to Madison picked them up and handed one to her. He raised the glass in his hand, smiled, and took a sip of Jake's drink. For some reason, Madison joined him in drinking, as if they were toasting. "I couldn't help but watch," he said. "You're the most beautiful woman in here."

Again Madison couldn't help but smile. "You really think so?" she asked.

He nodded. "I saw you the moment you walked in. You put every other woman in this club to shame." He sipped Jake's drink once more and added, "I'm Calvin, by the way. But you can call me Cal."

Calvin extended his hand and Madison took it. "I'm Madison...but you can call me Maddie."

They shook hands and then Calvin deftly led Madison away from the bar to where she and Jake had been sitting. He sat and set his drink on the table. She sat next to him without even thinking about it.

"Is this your first time in Vegas, Maddie?" he asked.

She nodded.

He smiled and Madison felt a surprising rush of excitement. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Very much so," she replied. "I feel so...so free here. We're from a small town...I don't usually get a chance to cut loose, to have this kind of fun."

"That's a shame," Calvin said as he took another sip from Jake's drink. "A girl like you shouldn't be trapped in a small town. You should be out in the world, Maddie. You should be free to cut loose and have fun whenever you want."

"A girl like me?" Madison asked with a smile. She couldn't help her curiosity, for she wasn't entirely sure what he meant.

Calvin leaned closer and put a hand on her knee. "The world is a playground for a woman as beautiful as you, Maddie," he said as his fingers moved up her thigh, igniting an unexpected rush of arousal that left her tingling in all the right places. "You can have anything - or anyone - you want. It's a shame to limit your playground to a small town, not when there's so much fun to be had."

"What about a man like you?" Madison asked as Calvin's hand remained on her thigh.

"A man like me?" he replied with a knowing smile.

"I think you know what I mean," she said, offering up a knowing smile of her own.

His fingers moved to the edge of her skirt - he was halfway up her thigh - and then rubbed in small circles. "I do know what you mean. And the world is absolutely a playground for men like me, just like it's a playground for women like you."

"So you can have anything you want?" Madison asked.

Calvin smiled and nodded. "Anything at all."

Madison's heart was pounding and her head swirled with a combination of arousal and alcohol. "And what is it you want?"

Calvin leaned closer and she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck. "I want you, Maddie," he said softly.

Madison's thighs parted as if they were acting of their own accord. Calvin's fingers moved under her skirt and towards her panties. His lips pressed gently against her neck and offered a soft, seductive kiss. Madison closed her eyes and moaned as arousal flooded her body. She bit her lip and moaned softly as Calvin pressed his fingers against her panties and rubbed in slow, gentle circles.

Pleasure emanated outwards from Madison's pussy as Calvin had managed to find her clit. Her legs spread as wide as they could in the tight skirt and he kissed her neck again, this time letting his tongue dance gently over her skin.

"Wait...stop," Madison said as she came to her senses. "I'm married...I can't...I'm sorry, I shouldn't...this is crazy."

Calvin pulled his hand from between her legs and picked up Jake's drink. He took a long sip - finishing most of it - and said, "I could feel how wet you were, Maddie. You want me, just like I want you."

He was right. She wanted him, but Madison felt terrible about that.

"I'm going to be at the Moorea Beach Club tomorrow," Calvin said. "It's at Mandalay Bay. I'll be there most of the afternoon. Put on a bikini. Bring your husband. I promise, you'll both have a good time."

Calvin leaned in and put his hand on her knee. He slowly ran his fingers up her thigh and Madison did nothing to stop him. His touch felt so good, and the desire in his eyes was enthralling. Some part of her loved that he so clearly wanted her. His lips neared hers. He tilted his head. His fingers found her clit once more and they moved in slow circles over it. Madison's lips parted and she moaned. She couldn't help it.

Calvin kissed her. His lips were soft and warm against hers. He rubbed her clit a little faster through her panties and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He used the opportunity to offer his tongue and she welcomed it. She knew she shouldn't have, that she was being horrible to her husband in that moment, but that didn't stop her.

Their tongues entwined as Calvin pulled her panties aside. He slipped a finger into her exceedingly wet pussy - he was right about her wanting him - and quickly returned to rubbing her clit.

"Do you want me?" he asked while offering expert pleasure with his finger.

"Yes," Madison answered. She felt so bad saying it, and yet it was as if she couldn't stop herself.

"I can make you feel so good, Maddie," Calvin whispered. "I can make you feel pleasure like you've never felt before."

Madison was going to cum. Her pussy was tingling with pleasure. She couldn't think straight. The only thing running through her brain was how badly she wanted to orgasm. Because of that, she felt distress when Calvin pulled his hand from between her legs. She wanted him to keep playing with her pussy. It was terrible of her, but she wanted him to make her cum.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Maddie," Calvin said as he stood up. "And make sure you wear a bikini that puts this beautiful body of yours on display."

He walked away before Maddie could say a word. He didn't look back, either. He melted into the crowd and disappeared from view as Maddie took deep breaths to try and get her heart rate back under control.

She was quite certain she'd never been so aroused, but she felt equally certain she wouldn't be going to the beach club he'd mentioned. How could she do that to Jake, after all? She'd already been a terrible wife by letting another man kiss and finger her. How could she let her desire lead her down that path again?

She wasn't going to do that to her husband. Instead, she was going to make sure he had the best orgasm of his life that night and then she was going to forget all about Calvin and enjoy the rest of their weekend in Vegas without any thoughts of another man.