From out of nowhere this opportunity presented itself.  A very nearly free trip to Las Vegas with a couple of women!  One of them, my friend Kara, was working a trade show.  She asked me if I could go and sit at a table to basically smile and chat with people as I hand out a bunch of flyers.  I could do that!  Nothing like a surprise three day weekend in Vegas!

I had never seen the Sin City before.  I was dazzled by the lights and the enormous city-like hotel/casinos.  Excitement was always present in the air.  I was ready to make the most of this experience!

We stayed at the MGM Grand Hotel and “worked” about five hours per day.  We would venture to the 6.6 miles of pool utopia directly after work.  This mind-boggling place had a lazy river that had a slight current in it and coasted you along for miles through little fountain and waterfall-like structures.  You could drink, float, and soak up the sun for hours.  Kara and I situated ourselves in sunning chairs at he perfect viewing station so that we could see the hot, oily, and mostly drunk males float by haphazardly on their donut floats, while at the same time, they could see us.  Between the hand-delivered bloody marries and the few pounds I had recently shed, my self confidence was higher than usual.

Kara and I were asked to enter what was referred to as the “Corona Dog Paddle Contest”.  The object of the contest was to dog paddle along the current to the finishing area.  The winner was to receive a limitless amount of coronas.  I actually won this race (something to add to my resume) mostly because I was probably the only one actually putting forth an honest effort.  I don’t even like beer, but I ended up feeding my endless beers to two of the hottest men I have ever met!  The intent was to get them to hang out, flirt, make-out, or whatever with Kara and I for the day/days.

For some reason, they both seemed to take an interest in me.  Perhaps it could have been because I was the beer supplier. Kara is the one who serves as the “dude magnet” of the two of us, so this was pretty perplexing to me.  She didn’t seem to care (being engaged) and I loved the attention.  Especially since the boyfriend I have back home wants nothing to do with commitment and seems to be less into me than I to him.  Bring on the men!

It was nearing six-thirty and we had been there since three.  Even though it was later in the day, the sun was getting to be a bit much.  We were asked if we would like to try the Japanese restaurant in the hotel.  Even though the thought of sun and sushi was unsettling we agreed to meet them after we freshened up a bit.  We went to our rooms, showered, primped, and dressed up in the token black Vegas dresses.  I was all tanned, made-up, and my hair actually did what I wanted it to.  I’d do me!

They were waiting for us when we arrived.  We had a great dinner with flirtations making their way all around the table.  We hit the Casinos and  toured the strip.  Whatever we won, we drank.  Things start to get a bit blurry around this point.  We went to a dance club.  I vaguely remember making out with each of the men on separate occasions and making a point not to drink anymore. 

Kara was ready to call it a night so we all went back to our rooms.  I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere or something, because I did not wind up in the same room as Kara.  I was with the guys!  Both of them!

I am sure that we have all had the “two guy” fantasy, but never in a million years did I think it would/could happen to me!  “Who would ever know”, I asked myself.  Who cares!  I had to go for it. 

It did not seem like some sort of porn movie, it was almost tender. They weren’t gay or even bi, they were very careful not to “cross swords”.  We had formed some sort of vacation bond, some odd kind of understanding among us.

There was a lot of exploring of bodies at first, coupled with some kind of establishing of taking turns.  They were so beautiful.  I could have cum just looking at them.  Touching them and having them touch me was incredibly arousing and dream-like.  One would touch me while I would touch the other, and almost like a dance we would switch.  Communication happened naturally with eyes and caresses, it was really amazing.

 As the heat started to build, things got more interesting.   I was relieved to see that they both had condoms!  One entered me from behind as I made out with the other.  I made my way down his body to pleasure him orally.  Initially, I found it very difficult to concentrate on what I was doing until I decided to just sort of mentally let go and enjoy.  Much like the touching and kissing, we sort of switched.  I felt kind of dirty at first, but decided again to just let go (what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas).  I felt like a queen having two men working on my body in different ways.  I was pleasured by touches, massages, intercourse, kissing, sucking, and everything imaginable. I came several times.  Neither of them came on me.  One said that he was brought to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore and just exploded, and the other thought I might take it as disrespect.  That surprised me.

I had to shower.  One of them, Paul, decided to join me.  We cleaned each other and made out again.  It felt so different to go from two men to one again.  It was so much more “focused” and at this point, it seemed more erotic.  I wrapped my legs around him and he made love to me against the wall in the shower, and then on the floor on a towel.  When we returned to the room, our other “player” was fast asleep.  We curled up together in the other bed and past out.

When we all awoke the next morning, we had a horrific hang over.  I had to go to work, so I returned to my room with the promise of calling them both later.  I quickly got cleaned, dressed, and headed for the conference center as I explained in great detail what had happened the night before.  Kara floored me by saying, I wish I hadn’t gone to bed, and then there would have been four of us.  “Are you serious”?  We had one more night, it wasn’t too late.  Why not continue with my journey of experimentation?  We chatted and giggled like schoolgirls as we considered the possibilities.

We could not wait to end our work-day.  When we got back to our room I called.  I felt like an adolescent making a prank call.  They were not in their room, so I left a message stating, “Kara felt left-out last night and wants to know if she can join us”.  She punched me as I hung up, and we giggled our way to the pool where we instructed them to meet us.  It did not take long for them to show up.  What a surprise.

We all relaxed by the pool together, played in the pool together, and chose to eat something quick poolside.  We had a few drinks here and there, but I did not feel drunk this time.  We swam for a little longer after it got dark and discussed what was next on the agenda.  The men asked if we wanted to spend the night out or in.  “Both”, Kara blurted out and we all laughed a bit as we headed to our room.

We talked about the night before as a group as we drank champagne.  Derek (the other guy) asked Kara what she would have liked.  “All of it and more”, she replied as she looked at me seductively.  Aren’t I the popular one lately?  I felt a little awkward and almost shy, but I kept my mind open.  Kara stood up and started to remove her clothes as she started to move toward me.  She then started undressing me and kissing my shoulders and back.  I looked over at the men.  They seemed thoroughly interested but uncertain what to do.

Paul approached me and started to kiss me.  I felt the closeness that I had felt with him in the shower all over again.  He was all I wanted at this point, and that scared me a little.  I turned and kissed Kara.  I had never kissed or touched a woman in this way, and I was surprisingly turned on.  We explored each other while the men explored us.  A kind of dance ensued of kissing, touching, sucking, and moaning.  So this was what hedonism was like!  It was all very interesting, but I just wanted to go back to Paul.  He seemed to go to me as well.  As a result, the seas begun to split, and both couples continued separately.  “Is this what usually happens”, I wondered.

We all exchanged numbers and went on to our own separate lives.  Kara got married and I dumped my boyfriend.  Paul and I would volley phones calls back and forth every few months or so, and met somewhere in the United States for a getaway together until we both became more involved with other people.  He will always be special and exciting to me, and I will never regret the experience.  I haven’t been back to Vegas since.  Who knows what would happen next!