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After a nice honey moon for 14 days when we were back, he discussed about porn videos, sensous clothes etc. He told me he would take me to vegas and show the lifestyle there.

So now in US it was time for this trip. I was scared and didnt know what was going to come my way. By now we had explored a lot of porn videos, dirty talks, oral sex, anal and role plays.

He told me in vegas, he would show me real porn. I did not like the idea. But I was listening to him to keep up to his expectations.

I was also scared that if he thought I was a backward thinker, a narrow minded person, he would leave me. So here we were in vegas and first night he took me to a strip club.

I was stunned to see humans exposing themselves in front of public. I had seen such videos, but a live show was shocking.

I noticed my hubby getting horny. All people around seemed horny. I was scared, shy and trying to keep up with the crowd. After a while we were seated at a desk, while nude almost girls and guys walked around us.

While all this went on, a white guy in decent clothes tapped on my hubby's shoulders saying 'hi'. He was accompanied by another guy and girl.

All were decently dressed. As soon as my hubby turned to them, he looked overjoyed and then introduced us to each other.

There was jack, leena and David. Apparently they were his office collegues. We started to chat, and altho I expected the lady to come and chat with me, she seemed more interested in my hubby, or I thot so, because of their flattery responses and gestures to each other.

At one moment my hubby placed his hands on her waist, and I was very angry. While all seemed relaxed I was the only one feeling a bit lonely and angry.

In my anger, I did not realize how much wine I was gulping. All I remember last was asking for more wine and collapsing on the shoulders of my husband.

The next morning woke up with a very very heavy head. It was still a bit dark and I could not open my eyes. There was little shiver, so I tugged myself closer to my hubby and soon realised, OMG!!

I was dreaming offcourse, I turned around and felt another body. Ok, now I was sure it was not my dream.

With shivers and anger I opened my eyes and sat upright in an instance. The first thing I noted was, I was naked, so I grabbed the sheets to cover myself.

The immediate second thing I notices was, on a bed besides mine, my hubby was busy fucking leena. Which meant In a flash of anger I jumped out of the bed, trying to cover myself, breaking my hubby's rythm and uncovering David's nude body as he started to wake up.

Suddenly the scene was extreme tensed, I was in tears and my hubby signalled everyone to leave. They left. I cried and cried, as my hubby started to dress up.

I felt deceived and I now thot, my hubby was going to desert me. On the contrary he came close to me, comforted me saying, it was ok. He loved only me.

Whatever happened in the night was just lust. We had 2 more nights to go. While I was all in the guilty mood, and my hubby was like, its ok, whatever, we moved to a indian restaurant to take some snacks.

There we met naina and pradeep, our common friends. They were a couple years older than us. They had been in US for long. I could not hide my mood.

While the guys were busy in their talks, naina confronted me and asked what the problem was. I could not tell her.

She said, dont worry, what happens in Vegas, stays in vegas, almost as if reading what had happened. I unlocked the doors and we got back in the car.

My wife began undressing herself at a relaxed pace. Her physical movements and flashing glances let me know she was hungry.

For the record I, too, am very well kept. I may not have as smooth of skin as my wife, but I do have, also contrary to the stereotype, a thick and large meat hidden away in my pants.

My wife may fondle with other men, but she worships my body, and especially my thick cock. If she had an Achilles heel it would be my dick.

She has some fascination with it in that she can only have it when I let her, but anyone else in the world would let her have theirs in an instant.

My wife begins to take off her undershirt when she bites her lip and I look back at the road with one hand on the wheel and the other on her leg.

I feel her hand, her elongated fingernails painted green for the occasion, stretch out and scratch against my pants on my leg moving closer to the center of my lap.

I glance at her from the corner of my eye and see that coy and needy look on her face as her eyes are bolted onto the bulge in my pants.

Her hand continues to wander. You could hear the buzzing of night insects like grasshoppers and dragon flies, and the same natural, green, Eden-like scent pass through your face and hair as the car continued on its route to the con.

I realized at some point my wife had undone my belt and zipper, opening a way to the thick fun meat stick she wanted so badly.

Her anticipation was almost too much, as was mine. I took her by the hair, holding her head with my hand, and forced her head onto my lap.

Our car is spacious enough that she can lay on her side with her chest and head mostly facing upwards in my lap and not be uncomfortable.

She pulled my cock out of my pants with her tongue alone and wrapped her tongue around the very tip. With her body so close now I could smell the strong aroma of her perfume and it was even more arousing.

My wife, a light skinned Indian woman mind you, was now giggling right below me in my lap, smiling with a genuine look of naughty playfulness, with my cock growing inside her mouth.

Her tongue writhed into my foreskin while still inside her mouth and she sucked on my cock while she licked at it from within the foreskin.

She put her hand into my pants and began holding and playing with my sack while she continued to deep throat my cock as I drove us to the Comic and Anime Convention.

I tried to pay attention to the road but I was too overly excited to pass on looking her over. She was a beautiful sight, being so engulfed in having my cock and balls, as hairy as they were so close to her mouth and body.

Her breasts were so close to my cock, and unfortunately I had not shaved my pubic region in a while due to forgetfulness, that the hair around my cock was being pressed between the back of her wrist and her cleavage.

Her undershirt, basically a white tank top, was showing her now erect nipples on her fantastic breasts. One of her hands was pinching her nipple and sliding back and forth across her cleavage and chest, even twirling my pubic hair at times, the other explored my balls, rolling her fingers around and between them, feeling underneath them and between my balls and my leg, exploring every part of my body in my pants out of pure worship to my subjection.

When I thought she had been down there long enough I pulled her head back by her hair and she spewed out my cock, without spilling a drop of saliva or pre-cum, gasping greatly for air to breath.

I pinched one of her nipples to play with her now overly sensitive body and she dully, almost in like a drunken stupor, flicked my hand away after I had already pinched her.

She had drooled a bit on her chest, slippery drips of pre-cum and saliva sliding in between her breasts. To preserve the dryness of her clothing she wiped all the white fluid into her skin as if it were a daily skin regiment.

My wife is very good with her body and features, and it is that mastery of beauty that allows her to do such filthy things with me and still look dashing afterwards.

By the time we arrived at the convention she had cleaned her hair and makeup up and was fully dressed in her costume. We pulled up to the parking lot and I opened my door, walked to the other side, and held her hand up as I led her out of the car.

With such a tight costume her ass and tits, in complete form, were visible to everyone around her. The building itself was huge, and I knew my wife would get many great stares and touches from people all around.

I knew by her walk, reminiscent of a runway type walk, stepping almost one foot in front of the next that she was fully confident in her body and what would happen during the day.

As we passed large crowds of people who had regular passes we saw many eyes staring hard at my wife from head to toe.

It was night now, the stars were out, and we knew no one made moves out in the open outside of the convention normally, so we headed to the VIP entrance.

We walked by the security by the VIP doors and I flashed our identification slips. When we entered we were welcomed with an immense 5 level building with sections for both anime and comic conventions.

There were people of many ages, ranging from teenagers to 50 year olds. My wife took me by the hand and led me through the overflowing crowd of attendees.

I looked down at her body through the waves of arms and legs to see if anyone would bite, and I was right. A couple of boys, probably around the ages of 17 to 21, were crowding around my wife as she pulled me along.

They were taller boys, but definitely young, one even had freckles. But they were not the type of boys my wife was truly interested in meeting, but she never let go a little appetizer before her main course.

As we walked through the diverse stampede of anime and comic character outfits, some even video game references, the troupe of boys circling us moved closer in to my wife.

The tallest boy was wearing a dark blue baseball cap, had red hair and freckles, and an Iron Man t-shirt.

In front of her were 2 somewhat shorter Spanish boys, both wearing X-Men t-shirts, one Black boy who looked like he stereotypically worked out playing basketball, and a blond-haired blue-eyed boy who was wearing an X-Factor t-shirt.

The thing I liked most about these boys was that they obviously were working together on a scheme. To the casual observer it was more obvious, but to my wife she was just indulging in small talk with the boys in front as we pressed through the crowd to go to her first event of the day.

The Black boy was being especially charismatic with my wife, occasionally putting his hand on her arm or holding her hand when pleading with her to go with them somewhere.

He was acting very sly, making small talk that sounded only slightly suggestive to the casual observer. Obviously he was trying to put his hand down her pants and touch her ass.

The crowd was so crazy and fast in pace that no one would notice except for me. All that remained were some groups of high school kids sitting and talking with one another and empty booths.

To remain inconspicuous I let them continue walking, and I followed closely behind but casually so as not to draw attention.

I saw no one was really around, and my wife and her caretakers were out of sight just around that corner, so I took out my pack of cigarettes and lit a fresh joint I had prerolled earlier that day.

I finished about half of it, unsure how much time had passed, then put it out and stashed it away for later. By now I saw no one except 1 small group of maid cafe girls sitting against the walls near the escalators, probably waiting to meet their friends, and suspiciously a blond boy wearing an X- Factor shirt standing by the door looking back and forth between the huge auditorium room and the escalators.

I recognized him and remembered I was with my wife earlier. My wife was there, just barely shorter than the rest of the thin yet tall group of young boys, with one of the boys holding her hand down their pants and the boy across from her holding her face to his lips making out with her.

It was the Korean boy who was making out with my wife, holding her face close to his. My wife was leaning over somewhat in my direction though she did not know I was there.

That face that is somewhat filled with bewilderment and over excitement. I could see down her cleavage from this angle, and her necklace was hanging from her neck just in front of her full breasts.

Suddenly the Korean boy stopped kissing her and pushed her from her belly against the wall. She was barely taken aback with a flirtatious grin on her face, biting her bottom lip.

The Korean boy took her wrists while the other boys watched. He held her hands above her head with one hand and pulled out a Swiss army knife with the other.

I was watching idly by just across from them out of their view. My wife was squirming sexily with her hips rubbing back and forth against the carpeted wall.

Even I could hear her ass rubbing against those fibers. The boy moved his hand with the knife just under the start of her top half of her costume, but she quickly took out her hand from his grip and held his wrist in the air.

The boy looked shocked. She let go of his wrist and slid her hand over his arm, to his chest, over his flat belly and into his black jean pants.

The Korean boy put his knife away and moved in closer to my wife, with her hand pressed between her body and his cock in his pants. The boy started viciously making out with my wife, sliding his hands down her sides and over her hips.

I now had a raging hard-on in my pants, pulsating, and I had unconsciously started rubbing my hand over it outside my pants.

I looked around the room from where I was standing, I was in the perfect place to observe the room just by peaking out my head a bit I could look around and barely be noticed.

The room was barren except one young maid cafe girl who was now being chatted up by the blonde boy with the X- Factor t-shirt.

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