Onlyfornow
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Warning: explicit
It all started when my wife and I realized that we wanted to share a woman together. Her being bi, myself being straight, we went from assuming we could make a threesome happen with one of our friends, but later realized that the legal sex trade in Nevada may be an even more sensual experience. Saving the money across a year, we decided to end up making the trip our honeymoon since we hadn't been able to afford one back when we got married. Sounded like a dream from the start, right? It was... but I really didn't expect to be driven as insane as I was by the experience.
Without giving away too many identifying details, we selected a brothel in the Las Vegas, NV area (over 90 minutes away I think). The website told us about how they specialize in girls who like to service couples at the same time (though individual rooms are the main draw, as you'd imagine at any brothel). It really is just like on TV or in the movies: you walk in, there's a lounge, you mingle, girls approach you and you see how your chemistry is... my wife has never been with a woman so she instantly blushes at all the pretty women in one place, all vying for us to choose them.
She whispers to me, "which girl would you want to see next to me if I decided to dom you with one of the ladies?" Completely fair question, and my answer seemed to make her happy: "whichever one looks like she'll make you the wettest while you're doing it." I've always been very good at making sure my wife knows how hot her own pleasure is, and as soon as I made it clear that I was game for any girl in the room she found attractive, I could tell she felt easier and started to let herself point out girls that she thought was most beautiful.
Eventually, one of the girls sees her pointing, smiles, and comes over to us.
For the visual readers out there: the profile of all girls is available on the brothel website, so while I didn't know these features while I was looking at her walking up, I was able to find out later. This girl was so tiny, smaller than even our shortest friends back home. She had to be under five feet, we thought. And as it turned out, she was 4'11''. Black hair, tan skin, exotic eyes that look vaguely Asian or South American (her racial makeup was something she prided herself on keeping secret due to how nobody could ever guess), really warm smile, and surprisingly, REALLY big feet for a girl her height. My own wife is a size 8 and her feet looked almost identical, despite my wife being 7 inches taller than this girl.
You know the feeling of when a really sweet, gorgeous waitress takes your order and is personable and talks to you and your wife, and you get that little pang of sexual tension? It felt just like that. The hospitality vibe that came with this brothel made us feel even more comfortable, and we chatted about various things such as the tattoos me and my girl had, or the fan art on the phone case we had. It was just so nice, like some old friend had come over to us and was excited to see us.
We ended up agreeing to go meet in a bungalow, where pricing is finally discussed. We knew it'd be expensive for two people to receive one girl, and we were very grateful that this girl was not only bisexual, but obsessed with servicing couples because she said it made her feel safer. I completely got that. I also used this as the perfect opportunity to transition into what I wanted to say since we got there:
"I'm a sub."
Her eyes flicked and she looked even happier. I am a pretty big guy, 6'3''. not lanky but not fat. Just a thick guy who doesn't look like the sort who would want girls pushing him around or teasing him. I look like the traditional dom daddy type of man, so admitting to her that I wanted to be the bitch to both her and my wife ended up being something that sealed the deal. We put down $500 and decided that we would just put down more money if we didn't all finish. (Quick point to mention: our goal was for all three of us to orgasm, even though the dom thing was my main hope of being there. Deep down, I knew that if I was tickled and not stroked off, I'd still be very happy. More on that though...)
The bungalows have all the necessary bondage and BDSM equipment a sub could ask for. Some were upright but there were also straps on the bed. I always imagined this scenario as a lay-down type, so I chose that. It was literally the only choice I would get to make for nearly 50 minutes.
Now... my wife and I have never fucked anyone else. We gave each other our virginities... after knowing each other for nearly a decade. This was a very out-of-our-element thing to be doing, so let me tell you just how shocking and erotic it was to see my wife blossom into a, "I want to fuck you with a girl and then fuck the girl," type of woman. I really never dreamed in my wildest fantasies that this woman would want to do this, not only for me but for HERSELF. Watching the familiar, domineering gaze of my wife once I was strapped down to the bed as our tiny escort stripped down to her lingerie, it was the single greatest experience of my life up until that very second. And it would only keep getting better from there.
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It all started when my wife and I realized that we wanted to share a woman together. Her being bi, myself being straight, we went from assuming we could make a threesome happen with one of our friends, but later realized that the legal sex trade in Nevada may be an even more sensual experience. Saving the money across a year, we decided to end up making the trip our honeymoon since we hadn't been able to afford one back when we got married. Sounded like a dream from the start, right? It was... but I really didn't expect to be driven as insane as I was by the experience.
Without giving away too many identifying details, we selected a brothel in the Las Vegas, NV area (over 90 minutes away I think). The website told us about how they specialize in girls who like to service couples at the same time (though individual rooms are the main draw, as you'd imagine at any brothel). It really is just like on TV or in the movies: you walk in, there's a lounge, you mingle, girls approach you and you see how your chemistry is... my wife has never been with a woman so she instantly blushes at all the pretty women in one place, all vying for us to choose them.
She whispers to me, "which girl would you want to see next to me if I decided to dom you with one of the ladies?" Completely fair question, and my answer seemed to make her happy: "whichever one looks like she'll make you the wettest while you're doing it." I've always been very good at making sure my wife knows how hot her own pleasure is, and as soon as I made it clear that I was game for any girl in the room she found attractive, I could tell she felt easier and started to let herself point out girls that she thought was most beautiful.
Eventually, one of the girls sees her pointing, smiles, and comes over to us.
For the visual readers out there: the profile of all girls is available on the brothel website, so while I didn't know these features while I was looking at her walking up, I was able to find out later. This girl was so tiny, smaller than even our shortest friends back home. She had to be under five feet, we thought. And as it turned out, she was 4'11''. Black hair, tan skin, exotic eyes that look vaguely Asian or South American (her racial makeup was something she prided herself on keeping secret due to how nobody could ever guess), really warm smile, and surprisingly, REALLY big feet for a girl her height. My own wife is a size 8 and her feet looked almost identical, despite my wife being 7 inches taller than this girl.
You know the feeling of when a really sweet, gorgeous waitress takes your order and is personable and talks to you and your wife, and you get that little pang of sexual tension? It felt just like that. The hospitality vibe that came with this brothel made us feel even more comfortable, and we chatted about various things such as the tattoos me and my girl had, or the fan art on the phone case we had. It was just so nice, like some old friend had come over to us and was excited to see us.
We ended up agreeing to go meet in a bungalow, where pricing is finally discussed. We knew it'd be expensive for two people to receive one girl, and we were very grateful that this girl was not only bisexual, but obsessed with servicing couples because she said it made her feel safer. I completely got that. I also used this as the perfect opportunity to transition into what I wanted to say since we got there:
"I'm a sub."
Her eyes flicked and she looked even happier. I am a pretty big guy, 6'3''. not lanky but not fat. Just a thick guy who doesn't look like the sort who would want girls pushing him around or teasing him. I look like the traditional dom daddy type of man, so admitting to her that I wanted to be the bitch to both her and my wife ended up being something that sealed the deal. We put down $500 and decided that we would just put down more money if we didn't all finish. (Quick point to mention: our goal was for all three of us to orgasm, even though the dom thing was my main hope of being there. Deep down, I knew that if I was tickled and not stroked off, I'd still be very happy. More on that though...)
The bungalows have all the necessary bondage and BDSM equipment a sub could ask for. Some were upright but there were also straps on the bed. I always imagined this scenario as a lay-down type, so I chose that. It was literally the only choice I would get to make for nearly 50 minutes.
Now... my wife and I have never fucked anyone else. We gave each other our virginities... after knowing each other for nearly a decade. This was a very out-of-our-element thing to be doing, so let me tell you just how shocking and erotic it was to see my wife blossom into a, "I want to fuck you with a girl and then fuck the girl," type of woman. I really never dreamed in my wildest fantasies that this woman would want to do this, not only for me but for HERSELF. Watching the familiar, domineering gaze of my wife once I was strapped down to the bed as our tiny escort stripped down to her lingerie, it was the single greatest experience of my life up until that very second. And it would only keep getting better from there.
(cont. in next posts)
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