Viva Las Vegas by Michelle Towers

Thank goodness for the dancing girls of Las Vegas! Here's the story of a woman who's very grateful for her night out to see the topless dancers. She definitely learnt how those girls send out erotic vibes.

First of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this. I can’t believe that I’m anxious to talk about the experience I had last Saturday. I should be embarrassed about it, but the truth is I get excited just thinking about it. I never thought this would be true of someone like me.

You have to understand that I am a very conservative woman. I’m happily married, I work at a preschool, I don’t party, and the last time I used the word “fuck”, Devo was sweeping the nation. I’m also a very private person, which is why I can’t get over the fact that I’m about to share a sexual experience with you. I never discuss that with anyone but my husband, and even then, it feels awkward. Luckily for me, Jeff doesn’t have that problem at all. He loves talking about sex and has no difficulty whatsoever telling me what feels good when we’re together. Sometimes, he’ll even help me when I have a hard time telling him what I like in bed. I’ll stammer, “Uh, Jeff, I would really love for you to umm…” as my eyes point down between my legs. Then he’ll finish the thought, “lick your pussy?” which of course makes me blush, as I nod my head, sheepishly. Then he smiles and goes down on me, as he has many times.

Needless to say, Jeff isn’t quite as conservative as I am. He’s very outgoing. In fact, he’s an entertainer, here in Las Vegas. But he’s not caught up in the whole superstar lifestyle. He does his job, and then he’s happy to come home to be with me. That’s why we’re so great together. I keep him grounded as a person, and he shows me how to laugh, have a good time, and embrace new experiences. He’s really helped me to loosen up. Up until this past weekend, I didn’t realize just how “loose” I’d become.

Last Thursday, at dinner, Jeff says, “Steph, would you come with me on Saturday to see a new show on the Strip?”

“Sure, what is it?”

Reluctantly, Jeff replied, “Midnight Interlude. My friend, Marcel is the choreographer and he wants to know if we’ll watch the show and give him our feedback.”

Suspicious at the show’s title, I asked, “What kind of show is it?”

Jeff was hesitant. “It’s a topless show”, he finally admitted. He knew I had no interest in that type of thing. To me, topless shows were no different than going to a strip club. Both were for dirty old men, not happily married couples. “Sweetheart”, Jeff explained, “ the only reason I’m asking you to do this is because it’s important to Marcel. It’s opening night and he really needs the moral support, and I’m not about to go to this type of show without you.” What can I say? My husband has a way with words. I could see how important this was to him, so I reluctantly agreed.

“Fine, Jeff”, I conceded. “Marcel’s a good guy, so for his sake, we’ll suffer through it…or at least I will.” Jeff laughed and promised not to enjoy himself too much.

So Saturday night came and I was getting ready for my evening of debauchery. I must confess that, being a plus-sized woman, I was a bit insecure about going with my husband to see a chorus line of perfectly-shaped twenty-year-olds, showing off their perfectly-shaped tits. Not that I’m some plain Jane, with no assets of my own, far from it. My eyes are a deep hazel-green, my hair is platinum blonde, which compliments my soft white skin, and not to brag, but I’ve been pretty blessed up top. My breasts are a firm, round, b-cup with perfect nipples that can stop traffic when they’re erect. Sometimes, when it’s chilly out, I’ll purposely wear no bra when Jeff and I go out for a quick bite in hopes that afterwards, we’ll come home for a quick bite. It always works.

So tonight, I really brought out the big guns. I wore a short burgundy silk skirt, slit seductively up the side, pink satin panties, and a black lace off-the-shoulder top, with a low-cut neckline showing off my naughty-girl cleavage. I couldn’t believe I was being this daring. It seemed a tad on the slutty side, but I didn’t care. No matter how sexy and seductive these women might be, I wanted Jeff to know in no uncertain terms who was going to be the best fuck that night.

I was ready for the competition as the lights dimmed in the showroom. We were seated up front so I knew we were going to get a real good look at everything. I must say I was pleasantly surprised when the dancers came out. They weren’t all silicone queens, and they weren’t anorexic like I expected. In fact, some of them were very voluptuous like me. Jeff noticed this, too. He leaned over and said, “You know honey, that one on the right kind of reminds me of you, only not as sexy.” I was flattered. I thought it was bullshit, but I was flattered. Jeff is a wonderful husband, and it was sweet watching him try to act like he wasn’t enjoying the titty show. God bless him.

I also have to admit that these women could dance. They knew how to use their bodies, and it showed. They weren’t just out there shaking their boobs. These girls had moves, and the choreographed numbers were very impressive. Even I was enjoying the show, in spite of myself. Each number was imaginative and the dancers weren’t always topless, which kind of surprised me.

What didn’t surprise me was the permanent smile plastered across Jeff’s face the whole time, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. I know it’s only natural for him to enjoy the scenery, but it still kind of sucked. I decided I would try to make light of the situation, and maybe single out a few girls to poke fun at with Jeff like we sometimes did at other shows, but that turned out to be not so easy. These girls really were amazing. No bad boob-jobs, no funny noses, no bad make-up, nothing! I couldn’t even joke about how they all looked the same, because they didn’t. I had no pithy comment, no clever digs, and that was a first for me. The truth is that these women left me speechless.

But even more surprising was that, once I had gone from critic to fan, I realized that I was actually becoming very drawn in to this performance. I don’t know if they just had unusually strong stage presence, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off these incredibly sexy girls. From head to toe, they were a sight to behold. And behold them, I did. I looked into their piercing eyes, traced the shape of their cherry lips, worked my way down to their large breasts, followed the curves of their shapely rear ends, and continued on to their barely concealed mounds, gyrating for my viewing pleasure.…..my viewing pleasure? Wait a minute. Hold the phone. What was going on, here? Was I actually becoming aroused? It couldn’t be. I’m a happily married woman, not a lesbian!

As the number came to a close, I tried to just shake it off. I smiled at Jeff and teased him about being a naughty boy for smiling so much, but the truth is I was the one being naughty. Still, I refused to think about it anymore. I tried to tell myself it was just a brief moment of madness and forget about it, even though I had a feeling that it wouldn’t work. I was right…

A few numbers later, the curtain opened for the final sequence. This time, there were only two dancers on stage, one on the far right and one on the far left. In between them, at the middle of the stage, there was a large bed. The girls were of course gorgeous, one blonde and one brunette, wearing matching white baby-doll nighties. Their appearance was the perfect blend of cuddly-cuteness and “fuck me” wickedness. With their visibly large breasts about to spill out, their delectable asses waiting to be spanked, and their long tan legs ready to spread wide open for their captive audience, we were instantly spellbound as the music started, and they began to dance. Moved by the slow and steady drumbeat, these midnight vixens danced with their whole bodies, completely possessed with the spirit of eroticism. They closed their eyes, as the drumbeats intensified, losing themselves in this seductive ritual. You could hear a pin drop, as we all watched in amorous awe. I too was awestruck by these lustful lovely women and once again found myself entranced, as they began touching themselves all over, exploring their every curve, and grinding their hips in perfect rhythm. I felt a bit flushed and my heart started to beat faster, forcing me to realize that I was being swept up into this fantasy. Only this time, there was no turning back.

I watched with baited breath as the girls, still moving in time to the music, began to run their hands slowly across their breasts, taking time to really enjoy the feel of their luscious tits underneath the silk lingerie. I had to admit I couldn’t blame them. I wanted to feel their luscious tits, too. Embarrassed, I could feel my nipples beginning to stiffen, as I continued staring wide-eyed at this seductive scene. With their heads thrown back and their long hair cascading down their arched backs, they gently squeezed and massaged their breasts. Then, as the tempo of the music began to increase, they finally let their beautiful tits fall free. Dear God in Heaven, they were incredible! I sat hypnotized. My nipples were so fucking hard. I could feel them poking through my blouse. I just stared at their sumptuous breasts, as they both played with their nipples, making them as hard as mine. I especially liked the brunette’s. Lesbian or not, I wanted so much to wrap my lips around them and suck them. Now, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. I couldn’t believe I was actually wet for another woman! I relished the thought, as I continued to lust after her. I pictured myself with her, dancing, grinding my cunt against hers, and licking her beautiful tits, sucking her nipples like a newborn babe. I was starting to perspire, as I shifted positions in my seat.

At that point, I think Jeff noticed something was going on. He turned and saw me fidgeting and breathing a bit heavily.

“Are you alright?” he asked suspiciously.

“Sure, it’s just a little warm in here, that’s all.”

I hardly think he bought it, especially since my nipples were as hard as a rock. I tried to compose myself, but it was too late. These women were getting me hot and he knew it. A smile broke across his face, as he went back to watching the show.

As embarrassed as I was, I went back to enjoying the show too. I wasn’t about to let my self-consciousness about Jeff ruin my first girl-girl sex fantasy. Returning to the action onstage, I noticed that the midnight dancers had now turned and were facing each other, gazing at each other’s bodies. Transfixed on one another, their movements became more deliberate, more suggestive, as the intensity of the music continued to build. It was clear that they were no longer performing for an audience but for each other. They ran their fingers through their hair, swayed their hips back and forth and ravenously caressed their breasts, for all to enjoy. My panties were drenched with pussy juice by this point, and I loved every minute of it, anticipating what would happen next.

It didn’t take long to find out. Still fixed in each other’s gaze, the girls let their hands slowly work their way down their torsos, between their legs, gently stroking the insides of their thighs, and finally ending up at their hungry mounds. The aroma of lust filled the showroom, as these seductive sirens actually began masturbating, rubbing their pussies for each other, craving each other’s sex. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. It was all I could do to keep from jamming my fingers in my cunt and start fucking myself, right then and there.

Well, my heavy breathing and sighing was apparently getting a bit out of control at that point, because Jeff was now staring at me and not the dancers. When I noticed him, I didn’t even try to hide what I was feeling. I just looked at him for one moment, filled with wanton lust and then went back to my lesbian fantasy world, hoping he could read my mind. A few seconds later, my wish was granted. As I continued watching these brazen beauties masturbate on stage, I felt his hand slip under my skirt, and make it’s way to my soaking-wet twat. Jeff couldn’t help but react. I could hear him under his breath say, “Wow.” Wow was right. Jeff started slowly rubbing my pussy, masturbating me through my panties. I couldn’t believe we were doing this in a Las Vegas showroom! What if an usher came by, or the people next to us happened to notice? But then I said to myself, “Fuck it. This is too amazing, and I don’t give a damn if somebody notices.” Jeff sure didn’t. He just kept on working my wet pussy while I enjoyed the show.

Finally, these two sex goddesses started making their way toward the bed. With their eyes filled with desire, they got on the bed, still facing each other, and knelt inches apart from one another. The brunette began softly stroking the blonde’s neck and running her fingers through her long flaxen hair. The blonde was in ecstasy as she surrendered to her Sapphic sister. Then suddenly the brunette’s grip tightened and she pulled her hair hard, causing her head to be thrown back. I couldn’t stand it anymore. There in the tense darkness, Jeff heard his conservative wife whisper, “Fuck me.”

I’m sure he was shocked, but of course, he obeyed and slipped two fingers into my sopping-wet cunt. I was in heaven. I thought I was going to come right then, but I held back. I was delirious with lesbian lust and didn’t want this feeling to end one moment sooner than it had to.

Jeff leaned in close, as he continued to fuck me and started whispering X-rated sweet nothings in my ear.

“Keep watching, honey. Keep thinking about those beautiful girls making love to each other”, he teased. My breathing became heavier. “Think about how dripping wet their pussies are, right now.” The torture was exquisite, as I pictured just that.

Suddenly the dancers stopped moving and became absolutely still. The music ceased with only the soft drumbeat remaining, as they just knelt there, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. All breathing stopped in the audience and the air became electric with anticipation. Jeff stopped whispering to me but kept secretly fucking me. I bit my lip, as I waited for the moment everyone else was waiting for. It was time to see these two beauties share a glorious lesbian kiss. I knew it was coming, and I knew I was about to come, too. I quietly whispered to Jeff, “When they kiss, I want to come.”

Slowly, these two angelic faces moved in closer. At the same time, Jeff started fucking me harder. We had our own rhythm going. As they got closer, I got closer. My heart was pounding, as I tried to quietly reach my climax. Then, just when I couldn’t take it any longer, my two fantasy girls finally kissed. As their honey lips met, I felt my muscles tense up and my pussy getting ready to explode. The lights went dark, and right there, in the midst of the thundering applause, I let loose and came all over my husband’s hand, all over myself, and all over my seat. I came so hard and no one even noticed! God, it was wonderful!

As the lights came back up, I slowly came back to earth. Gradually, my breathing returned to normal, as the crowd started exiting the showroom. Jeff just sat there with a smile as big as all outdoors. After a few moments, he looked at me and asked with an evil smirk, “So, should I tell Marcel that his production gets a thumbs up?” I just laughed in embarrassment. My cheeks were bright red, as I slowly began to realize what I had just done. I covered my face in faux shame.

As we left the showroom, Jeff just kept smiling. As a man, I suppose he had every reason to. Not only was he going to get the fuck of his life that night, but also he now knew that his faithful loving wife secretly had a taste for pussy. Needless to say, he couldn’t have been more pleased.