Two housewives meet a rich foreigner in Las Vegas.
A Foreign Tongue
A single, solitary drop of sweat. It was all I had to think about as it trickled down my abs in the noontime sun. I smiled up at the sky with eyes closed and a smile on my face. My vacation at the casino ended up a success, if I might say so myself. Nights of the chips working for me, not against me, combined with some days of sexual pleasure with the ladies. The guys at work would like to hear about that, and I settled more comfortably in the chaise lounge by the pool. There weren’t many people swimming that hot day; they were all inside at the tables.
The silence was broken by some giggling as two women rounded the corner. They hushed when they saw me and put hands up to their mouths to do their whispering. Of all the chairs to sit in, they picked the ones near me and I cursed under my breath at the serenity that would be lost. But disappointment can sometimes turn into desire and it was that case when they set their things down on the cement, took off their robes to reveal stunning bikinis, and bent over to undo shoes. They both flashed a cordial smile and I returned it.
It’s funny how the wind can sometimes pick up certain sounds and sometimes it would cover up conversations. It carried their conversation to my ears and I listened at what they were saying.
“I dunno. Do you think he’s married?”
“Doesn’t matter to me. We’re on vacation and we’re here to have fun, right?”
“Yeah, true. But still, would you do him?”
“Yeah, in a heartbeat.”
“You gonna say something to him?”
I had to stifle a chuckle and use a smile to sip at my drink while I hatched a fun plan. My whole vacation was a success and why shouldn’t I end it in a real fun way? No one would get hurt. In fact, everyone would be a winner, like they said inside. I waited for it, and it only took a few minutes before the blonde spoke.
“So, are you from here?”
She flashed a bright white smile under dark sunglasses and brought a stick of a 120
cigarette to her lips, lighting it. The brunette waited and stared at me.
“Si. From there,” I said, using the heaviest Italian accent I could muster. I pointed at a huge house in the distance with three levels and columns in a semi-circle; a mansion sitting on top of a hill. They shielded their eyes and gave me a chance to check out their bodies while their jaws dropped, and they gave each other an astonished look. “House need work. Workers…fix,” I said, making a motion of a saw.
The brunette asked, “Oh, they’re remodeling it? So you’re staying here?”
“Si. Modeling.” I was getting away with it and they were loving it, too. The blonde stuck out her hand. “I’m Sky and this is my friend, Margaret.” I shook their hands and introduced myself, immediately forgetting their names. Funny how housewives can look stunning when they’re away from home. The blonde was wearing a white bikini that accented shadowed D cup tits that were paid for, and her stomach was flat even while she was sitting down. Long legs with painted toenails peeked out from white heels. The brunette was in the same class, wearing a contrasting black one-piece that pushed and deepened her cleavage which really didn’t need any help at all. Two pigtails held up long braided ropes of dark hair on either side of her head and she borrowed the blonde’s lighter to light a Capri. I surmised their situation and accents and figured they were two bored wives from the Midwest, out to have a good time at all costs, husbands not withstanding. If things that happened around here were supposed to stay around here…
“Ciao. Me, Rocco. I smiled my brightest smile, shook their hands, and took in their eyes. Well-maintained. That was the image I had of the two dolls and I thought about silently congratulating the husbands for a job well done and bodies well paid for. Then the thought quickly left.
“You …gamble? Play chips, yes?” They let out a laugh and nodded, the blonde breathing out a thin cloud of smoke. “Actually, we’re down to our last $100. But we’ll be ok. We still like to have fun.”
I caught the hint and held her gaze and acted like I didn’t understand, then switched to the brunette, who seemed to smile even more with her lustful Look.
“Money, not happy all time, no? Fun with other things. Si.” I stood with my drink and offered to get them one and I saw the quick scan of my body with their eyes. The quiet nod of appreciation for all those years in the gym made me feel good. Damn good. Fortunately, the waiter saw us and quickly appeared, taking our orders. I peeled off a hundred and handed it to him and noticed his walk quicken with the newfound wealth. The two were already whispering amongst themselves when the brunette nodded at the blonde with a wink.
“So hot today, Rocco. We’re not used to this heat in Indiana.” She dabed at the full, moist flesh on her chest and the brunette flipped a tail back. It was easy to pick up the sexual tension and body language.
“Should drink in my room? In there?” I pointed back at the casino and they both nodded when the drinks arrived. “More comfortable, yes?”
“Oh yes, much more comfortable.” BIG smiles flew between them. I couldn’t help but notice the white bikini disappear in her ass-crack as we all stood and they gathered up their gear. With fingernails clenching each of my biceps, we walked towards the door and the elevator and I felt on top of the world.
I could feel a good squeeze of my balls before the door even closed while another kissed me full on the mouth. I don’t know who it was and it didn’t matter as I closed my eyes and pressed against the hot tits rubing into my side. What they were after was going to take a lot of air conditioning. Blue eyes met mine when I opened them and I felt a hand yank my hair so the brunette could have her chance at a kiss. She sucked my tongue eagerly and I don’t know how many hands were moving my balls like marbles.
It was a good thing nobody was in the hallway when the elevator arrived and we walked across the hallway to my room. The blonde let out a yelp and flew onto the bed like it was a trampoline, clearly enjoying herself. The difference in personalities was there. The blonde, more rambunctious and the brunette more demure, almost classier. Almost. Sky slingshotted the top of her bikini at me and laughed heartily, while the other simply stepped out of her suit and balanced her drink in her hand. She seemed to have all day for her fun and was going to take her time. The blonde with the shaved pussy, tattoo above her ass and fake tits patted the bed next to her and grinned at me, “Right here, Mr. Rocco.” More giggles. They certainly were a happy duo, and I wondered if they’d ever swapped husbands before and then decided it made absolutely no difference to me if they had. I smiled and joked back, almost forgetting my accent."Here? Right here, no?” I was kneeling on the bed right next to her,took a good clutch of her thick locks, and brought her face over to my hardening cock. “Oh yeah,” she said, breathlessly, and lifted one of my balls with her pink tongue. Brunette was behind me, caressing my back and watching us, her sun-heated tits stroking against me.
The blonde looked up at me and I took in her eyes, so mesmerizing and sky-blue. That was her name, right? Sky? Soon I was slowly shoving more and more of my cock into her mouth while she massaged my shaved balls and the other chick needed a kiss. I gave her one, a deep one, and we battled with our tongues. Her cologne was heavy, probably vaporized from the heat of the day, if not from her tan-lined body. She arched one jiggling nipple up and my mouth met it while I continued to fuck the blonde’s mouth. She seemed to be holding back from taking me all in and I broke the kiss, muttering, “Deeper. Deeper.” She still eyed me as she moved in more towards me and I felt myself hitting her throat when her eyes closed. I couldn’t get the moans out because I returned to the brunette’s hard, wet nipple that stood ready for my mouth. She looked down to the blonde and whispered, “Now that looks like a tasty cock you have there, Sky.”
“Uh huh,and I need it to fuck me right now. Mind if I take him first?”
“Go right ahead.”
Their conversation excluded me again, acting as if I had no idea what they were saying. The blonde slowly pushed her mouth all the way up to my groin, wiggled her head while emitting throaty noises, and slowly backed off me, showing us a thread of precum to her red lips. I certainly didn't need more of that, this early in the fun. My eyes steadied themselves again after a blissful roll.
Her hand pushed me back on the bed,” Need you now, Rocco. Lay back.”
Not being one to argue when a pair of huge, fake tits are starting to come over me, I spread out my V-shape and rested my head on a pillow, ready to enjoy the show.
They could’ve been two synchronized swimmers the way they both raised a leg over me and took a position. The blonde held my thick base with well-manicured fingers and slid my fat cockhead down her slit until she found her tight opening and leisurely eased herself down. The pleasure was incredible and the room swam around us and yet I could not let out a grunt. That’s because the brunette already had her pussy on my mouth and started to slowly ride my face. I looked up to see two mounds swaying slowly back and forth while her moans intensified. Hell, while my moans intensified, too, around a thick tongue in a searing pussy, with two women taking my body for their own use. I wondered if the blonde could even hear me as I stuffed my Italian meat up into her, hitting her cervix wonderfully hard. Confusion abounded when I tried to match the moans to the girls, but with sweet honey running down my chin, I didn’t care anymore. Rhythms of moans, grunts, and moist fuck sounds danced off the walls with their hot chaos.
“Oh, is he ever ...good...Margaret. Ahhhhnnnn, yeah. Really...big.” I noticed "Margaret’s" face between her heaving tits and she smiled back at her,”Yeah...OK.” She was too caught up in the moment and caught with my lips sucking on her clit to say anything. “Right...there.There.” She moaned down at me, and I used the right motions and suction, resulting in her pulling my face up into her by my hair. Sky’s voice was rising higher, too. I decided to do something about it and smacked her ass cheek hard, producing a squeal. She replied with her body pumping down hard on me and using my full length while the bed sounds filled the room and we all concentrated. My mind screamed at me to go faster, go harder, but my wisdom and experienced told me I was going just right. The women were loving it and I was, too, and there was no need to spoil it for everyone by cumming too soon.
Hands went back on my knees and I realized she was leaning well back while she fucked me and I cursed silently for not being able to watch myself disappearing into her well-stuffed pussy. The air, my mouth, and the flesh all smelled of sex and it was intoxicating the way it mixed with two different colognes. I thrusted harder and faster and heard an “Oh, God,” from the blonde and I knew she was getting close. It was cute the way it went from serious to hysterical: “Margaret, I...Margaret, I’m gonna cum....on an Italian man....can’t....believe it....Oh my....Oh....MY!” And she let out a shriek through clenched teeth and I hoped nobody else heard her as she spasmed around my cock and hammered down onto it with a quaking, needy pussy. She was shaking the bed so much I had to hold onto the brunette’s ass while I ate her and each squeal from the blonde was punctuated with a slam-dunk of my meat. A breathy "whew!" came behind the brunette, and I noticed she sat still on me; resting, watching her friend’s ass shake and blur under my fingernails, my mouth held against her with my hair between her fingers. Blondie poked the brunette on her back and said,”Ok, you’re turn with him. I need a cig.”
The room revealed itself again when Margaret dismounted my face. Sky was laid out in the stuffed chair by the table, sunlight streaming through smoke and revealing a moist, satisfied pussy to nobody in particular. She seemed completely rested and sported a flushed face.
The brunette had started to swing her leg over my thigh.
“No,” I said, motioning downward with my hand and flipping it over. “Like doggie. No?”
Realization spread across her face with a smile and she soon turned over and around, those two ropes of hair slipping off her supple back. I winked at Sky as I slid myself into Margaret from behind, transiting up her heated nest with a fat, slicked cock that was full of ridges and a cockrim that her snatch sucked in ravenously.
Sky drew on her cigarette and muttered,”Give it to her hard, Roc. That’s how she likes it.
Right?”
Margaret looked back, “Just fuck me, Rocco.” I replied with a few hard thrusts and noticed her chin angling upward each time I did. "Mmm, yeah, yeah, fuck!" She exclaimed with perfect teeth. Strong hands held onto two heavy tits while she slid on sweat from my pecs. Both hard erasers seemed to make her ass snap back whenever they were twisted, and I chuckled to myself when I realized I had figured her all wrong. Sometimes the shy, quiet types are the wildest tigers in bed. I upped the speed and held onto her ass with both hands as she hugged a pillow and buried her head down on it. We could hear my cockrim peek out of her each time before being buried thickly and quickly and her quick moans were turning me on a lot. I felt like asking her who was fucking her now, but that would’ve blown my cover. Best to keep the illusion going.
I'm sure the blonde noticed I was like a bull over her, big biceps rippling while I braced her and fucked her from behind. Only my taut ass was moving at this point and it kept pistoning fiercely, opening her inner wet lips widely each time and then pinning them when I was all the way inside. I squeezed her dense flesh deeply and rubed her nipples into the cloth and she didn’t tell anyone she was going to cum. But I could tell. I went back to giving her all of my length again, even with my body wrapped around her.
“Uh huh, that’s the way girl. Do it.”
Sky clearly enjoyed watching her friend getting well fucked and I knew she was probably
smiling at her friend’s good fortune. Before I knew it, she let out a muffled cry in the pillow and milked my cock with all she had, her body knowing exactly what to do when it shimmied this way and that and then did a few dancing rotations with an uncontrolled fierceness and desperation.
The air conditioner whispered quiet as we stayed still on the bed and I listened to her breathing. Her eyes were still pretty even when they were closed and her breath blew on the end of one ponytail. I finally pulled out of her and started stroking myself with my hand. “Is ready now, ok?” I said with a well-executed accent. The housewives knew exactly what I was talking about and they leaned over the bed with their heads near my pumping bicep and got ready for a snowball. I made a silent compliment to myself as I continued stroking myself and looked down into the eyes of two gorgeous wives from the Midwest. They both looked up at me with grins, naughty tongues out, and their mouths open. Suddenly, my head shot back, my eyes closed, and I had to force myself to look at them again when a huge load of cum landed across Margaret’s face and hair. Sky poked her in a tease, as if to say,” Hey, that was
supposed to be mine,” but she got what she wanted with the second spurt. It hit her cheek and landed in her mouth and I made sure to alternate as I grunted like a bull and creamed each of their faces with my frothy jizz. Fingers threaded through their hair casually while they kissed and my syrup squeaked from pressed lips sometimes.
“May we see you again, next year, Rocco?” Margaret asked, drinking from a large glass already. “Si. Next year,” I said, nodding a little too much. I called our favorite waiter and I whispered into his ear. “Make sure they get to the airport. Safe. OK?” He nodded and was still happy about the huge tip I gave him from before. I waved at the girls as they followed him to the elevator and they giggled a lot and waved back at me, sharing a bottle of champagne that was half gone. Giggles full of “Can you believe what we just did?” and “Wish my huby was like him.”
When the elevator closed I laughed out loud for a long time. They were in for a shock next year when they arrive at that mansion and ask for me.
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