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“Honey, I’m heading back to the room to start getting ready. I’ll need some time, so feel free to stay here longer,” my wife said, standing up and picking up her bag.
We were at the premium pool at the Wynn in Las Vegas. It was our first vacation since Covid, and we were splurging. It was pretty cool to be up there, above the general pool, with the smaller crowd. We probably couldn’t afford it normally – not yet! – but felt like it was worth the extra money this time. We were going to start trying for children soon (I’m 35 and my wife a couple years younger) and knew at that point our vacation time would become limited.
As my wife left, I looked around the pool. It was mostly other couples, or sometimes just the woman, all with designer swimsuits or bags. Everyone seemed to be slightly older. The vibe was just relaxing in the sun with the occasional splash in the pool to cool off. The one exception was a group of three girls sitting at the other end of the pool. They looked to be in college. Like the rest of us, though, they seemed to just want the sun, so not as rowdy as a group of guys might have been; although occasionally I could hear them laughing as their frozen drinks kept coming.
The brunette wore a black one-piece that looked almost like a bikini as the midsection was really just a small piece of thread connecting the top and the bottom over the middle of her belly and a couple slightly wider straps in the back. The two blondes were in classic string bikinis, one red and one white. All three were drop-dead gorgeous, clearly in amazing shape, well-tanned, and without the extra “stuff” that age brings. I couldn’t help looking over occasionally as I read my book and wonder how they could afford to be here.
When I finished my chapter, I got up to head back to the room. If I was lucky, I would return before she jumped in the shower and may be able to get a quickie. Otherwise, I would probably have to wait until tomorrow, because we would be hitting the town tonight, and I have “performance” issues after a few drinks. As we have gotten older, our sex has gotten less frequent, as it seems like everything needs to be timed perfectly to work.
“Hey loser,” I heard as I walked by the three girls to the pool exit.
“Huh?” I jumped a bit at the sound, looking over, not really processing what one of them had said.
“Yeah, you,” said the blonde in the white bikini, looking straight at me. “You with the chubby ‘Dad bod’ and fat, old-woman wife.”
I wasn’t sure what to think of this. Yes, my wife was older than them, but she wasn’t that old, and while she was not her prior, svelte self, she wasn’t fat. Perhaps overweight, but not ‘fat’. Although, by comparison to this blonde beauty, you might call her fat. For me, I was definitely chubby now, as I had let myself go, focusing on work, so I felt that was justified.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, not sure how to respond.
She added, “We saw you looking at us from across the pool. Probably drooling, I bet. I don’t blame you, with a wife who needs a fully one-piece to hold in all her fat, you’ve probably never been to girls as hot as us in a long time, maybe forever, looking at you. You’re such a loser.”
The other girls were laughing at her insults.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said, more emphatically this time.
Ignoring my statement, she continued, “So, loser, I just finished doing my toenails. I bet you would like to see them, and I need someone to blow of them to help them dry, so why don’t you get down there and blow on my nails. It will be the biggest thrill you get today, probably this week.”
I was a bit torn. I realize that I probably should just get going and end this situation, but she was right, I did want to see her toenails, and generally just be close to her, as she was so hot. Plus, there wasn’t anything wrong with blowing on her toenails, so I walked over to her, leaned down and began to blow.
“No,” she stopped me, “you need to do it right. Get on your knees by my feet and give a gentle blow. How hard can this be?”
Without thinking, I got down on my knees in front of her, facing away from her body and toward her feet, and gave a gentle blow, moving my head to give even coverage across her toes. Her girlfriends were standing over me on the other side of the chair, laughing in disbelief.
“Okay, that’s enough”, she said, after I had passed over a few times.
I turned my head and looked back up at her, taking in her tight, small, white escort bursa bikini bottoms, barely covering her pussy, and her probably C-cup breasts, trying to burst out of the white triangles of her top, and bright blue eyes, seemingly light and carefree, belying the aggressive streak she seemed to have, and her beautiful, blonde hair, flowing down over her shoulders.
“So, aren’t you going to thank me, Loser” she asked, bringing me back to reality.
“Huh?” I asked.
“You use that word a lot, you pathetic loser. Why thank me for letting you blow on my toes, of course. Plus, just letting you be so close to me and my friends. I bet when you were sitting over there supposedly reading, you were aching to be with us,” she laughed.
I just kneeled there, with a bit of a dumbfounded look. She was right, and while I didn’t like how she spoke to me, I was being somewhat turned on by being so close to these three goddesses.
“Well?” she asked impatiently.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Thank you,” I said, more loudly this time.
“Good. Now you may kiss my feet and be on your way,” she instructed.
As I started to kiss her feet, one of the other girls spoke up, “Wait, he got to be close to all of us, and see our hot, college-girl bodies, he should kiss all of our feet.”
“Good point,” the first responded. “Loser, kiss all of our feet, and say ‘thank you’ to the other girls, too.”
I was already all-in on this, so I dutifully complied, moving over to the other two girls, kneeling again, and kissing each of their feet, then looking up and saying, ‘Thank you’.
I felt so small looking up at the girls, who, while shorter than me, were towering above me as I kneeled. I could barely see their faces over their luscious breasts that stood out confidently from their tight bodies. I was even more aroused by being so close to their crotch. I was close enough to smell the spandex of the swimsuit and now just a thin layer of stretched material separated my face from their pussies. I began to wonder what they were like. Were they shaven? What did they taste like? I began to daydream.
Somewhat in the distance, I could hear someone say, “Ha – he really is pathetic. Looked at him kneeling there with that goofy look. I bet he would do anything for us.”
I felt a light slap on my head, and then heard the one in white add, “It’s time to move along, loser. Say goodbye to those sweet, warm, young pussies, who absolutely own your pathetic ass.”
Ashamed, but aroused, I said, “Goodbye,” looking right at each of their crotches, got up and started to leave.
As I stood, though, the one sitting burst out laughing again, “Wow, I think he’s turned on by this. Is that a pathetic little bulge I see there?” giving my crotch a quick flick with her foot. “Run along now, you worthless beta-male. Run back to your fat wife and try to have sex, thinking the whole time about us, who would never let that pathetic dick near us. Well, if you can. Given how fat she is and how small you are, I wonder if you can get insider her at all.”
With that, I gave another ‘thank-you’ for no real reason, other than I felt I was supposed to at this point, and scurried inside, trying to cover my erection with my hand.
As I left, I could hear one of them saying, “Good choice, Bella. Yeah, he’s our target for this trip. We are going to have so much fun with him.”
I couldn’t deny my horniness on my way up to the room. Regardless of their comments, I couldn’t believe I was that close to these perfect girls. I also couldn’t believe that I actually stopped and did those things – kiss their feet, allow these younger women to mock me. But I must have been thinking with my other head, as my focus was on how tone they were, the smoothness of their tanned skin, the thin layer of Lycra barely covering them. I desperately needed to get off.
As I thought about them more, I realized that if the opportunity arose, I would go back and do it again, just to be that close to their young, nubile bodies, perhaps the ability to kiss their feet again, or with luck somewhere further up. They had gotten in my head, and now all I wanted was to be close to them.
As I entered the room, I heard the shower running. Realizing I probably was too late, I still went over to ask if my wife wanted to do a quickie first. She nonchalantly said, “No,” and went about her shower. Frustrated, I tried to think of other things until my turn to shower.
Despite bursa otele gelen escort my efforts, my mind kept going back to those three girls. To be able to make love to them would be a dream, but even to just worship them and eat their pussies I’m sure would be amazing. My mouth watered a bit as I thought about how sweet they must taste. I particularly wanted to pleasure the one in the white string bikini. All three were hot in their own way, but there was something extra about her. Maybe it was because she seemed to be the one in charge. She ordered me around, and the other girls seemed to follow her lead as well. That power just put her over the top.
As I daydreamed, I didn’t notice the shower turn off. My wife entered, seeing me reading my book while clearly pitching a tent. “Is the book that stimulating or are you just happy to see me?” She asked.
Startled, I just answered that I had been thinking about her. However, looking over at her naked body, was almost a turn-off. While I am attracted to her, all I noticed this time was the flab and rolls, as the girls had mocked her with earlier. Even her boobs were smaller than the Aphrodites I was with earlier, despite my wife having a much larger frame. It just reinforced to me what superior beings these girls were.
“Well, you’ll have to wait until later now, if you can keep it up then,” she sighed with mix of disappointment and just not caring.
I just ignored her and went to get ready for our night.
As we got ready, my mind began getting back to normal. My wife and I had a fun dinner, and I did think she looked attractive in her dress, even if it was a bit loose fitting and covered most of her.
After dinner, we headed to a club – the first time in years. This was a splurge trip, though, so we thought it would be fun. We even got a table, so we wouldn’t have to fight people at the bar.
It was fun being treated as special as we came in, bypassing the line and getting escorted by a young hottie to our table. My wife caught me staring and gave me a lighthearted slap, adding “I’m not worried, she’s out of your league.”
It was fun taking it all in – the flashing lights, pounding music – just the whole energy of the place. We danced some but mostly hung out. I must admit, I kept scanning the crowd. My wife looked downright frumpy compared to the other women, girls rather, who were there. Tight sequin cocktail dresses, booty shorts, bra tops. I had never seen so much skin and skintight. I felt like I was in a constant state of arousal.
My wife didn’t help, as she kept pointing out the particularly hot girls, and joking about how much I would wish being with each of them… and how that would never happen. She seemed to enjoy teasing me like that, and I dutifully repeated the mantra that I only wanted her, which got harder and harder with each girl we saw.
After a while, my wife got up to go to the ladies’ room, and I was left alone to watch. Almost immediately, I got hard, as I felt a bit freer to ogle while I enjoyed my drink, and slight feeling of superiority, as I was up here with bottle service, and they were down there.
Before I got too comfortable, though, the three girls from the pool appeared. The blonde who had the white bikini was now in a white, skintight microdress, showing all of her toned legs and just cupping under her ass, and six-inch white leather heals. The other blonde wore tight, pink clubbing shorts and a baby blue crop top, showing off her taught belly, and sported thigh-high white leather boots. The brunette had a similar dress as the first blonde, but it was shiny black leather-like material, and she had matching black shoes, with a sharp, metal heel. All three were stunning.
“So, aren’t you going to great us properly?” the first blonde asked.
Taking a guess as to what she meant, I dropped to my knees in front of them, and kissed each of their shoes.
“Good, pet,” she responded. “Now fix us a drink, as I’m sure your fat wife will take a while in the bathroom.”
I complied and used the opportunity to get back to my seat.
“So, loser,” blonde number one taunted, “have you been thinking about us all evening? How you want to worship your princesses? Did you get off on it, or did your wife deny you the pleasure?”
“My wife and I had a great evening, and we will be having sex tonight,” I said defiantly, even if it did sound kind of awkward.
“Oh, look at mister macho,” the bursa merkez escort brunette spoke. “He’s excited his ugly wife is going to let him whack off tonight while he dreams of us.”
“Ick – just thinking about that pathetic little wiener makes me sick,” the other blonde added. “Tiny dicks are disgusting. There should be a warning or something. Or at least lock them up.”
The first blonde then walked over to me, turned around so her ass was right in my face, bent over, so her round hump protruded even more, and ordered, “Kiss it.”
I complied. While I realized it was degrading, her ass, being barely held in by the stretched white spandex, was just so juicy, I couldn’t resist – I wanted to kiss it. I went to give it a quick peck, but then my desire overwhelmed me, and I started to make out with it, kissing repeatedly, sucking a little, and even adding my tongue, oblivious to where I was. I just loved the smell and taste of her, and I just wanted more.
“Wow, aren’t you a pathetic ass-licker,” she commented, wiggling it more. “Look how pathetic he is girls. The little beta actually likes this.” She continued for a few more seconds, then pulled back, saying, “Your turn, Jules.”
“Mmm, thanks Bella,” the brunette responded as she approached.
She did the same thing, shoving her bubble butt into my face. As with Bella, I dove in, enjoying every second. I was in heaven kissing their tight asses, and just wanted to continue.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “I could do this all night.”
I would have, but then she broke off and called Riley over. I did the same for Riley, enjoying the more complete contact through the clubbing shorts, that gave the perfect outline of her ass. She seemed to have the biggest of the three, but it was still firm, just bigger. I sniffed the spandex and could even capture some of her scent as I made out with it.
“All right, Riley, that’s enough. We don’t want our ass slave to have too much fun and wet his pants,” instructed Bella.
As she broke away, I thought that Bella might be right – if I kept going, I might cum right there. I looked up at the three of them, starting back down at me, smiling with a lock of just total superiority.
“Let’s leave this pathetic, old, fat guy alone with his pathetic, fat wife, and find some real men – men who could actually satisfy us, and not jizz his pants at the mere sight of us,” Bella taunted.
“Okay, we can go,” Riley added, “but I might need my ass licked again some time. It is nice to have a little ass-licker around from time to time.” Then, turning to me, she added, “Remember, don’t jizz your pants with your pathetic excused for a cock,” while giving my crotch a shove with the heal of her boot.
I winced in pain at her heel, but as soon as the boot was off, I was fully erect. They then turned and left, with Bella added, “See you tomorrow, Loser.”
Once they were gone, I got myself back together, adjusted my pants, and tried to pour some of the water in the vodka bottle, so it didn’t look too bad when my wife came back. I noticed several people looking at me, snickering, While I felt embarrassed, having tasted their luscious asses, I just wanted more.
I finished just in time, as my wife returned, flowing, brown dress, and plopped down beside me. I wanted to want her, but after my experience with those girls, she just wasn’t as attractive anymore. I knew that was the wrong answer, though, so I asked her to dance. We danced for another 15 minutes or so before paying and heading back to the hotel.
On our way out of the club, my wife noticed the girls from the pool out on the dance floor, “Look at those Hos. Probably using Daddy’s money to stay at the nice place, and the whoring themselves out like this. It’s pathetic. Just wait until they are older and don’t have their looks.”
As she spoke, I looked over. Each of them was grinding against a large, muscular man. Riley was thrusting her clubbing-shorts covered ass into one man, like she was begging him to enter her. The other two were facing their men, rubbing on them and gyrating to the beat. I felt myself get hard again, as I dreamt about being one of those guys. What I would give to have of them lusting after me like that right now.
My daydream was quickly broken by my wife slapping me, saying “Don’t look at the porno, it’s time to go home,” and I sheepishly followed her out of the club.
Once back in the room, I tried to put on the moves. My wife was tired but agreed to give it a shot. Effectively, though, she just laid there, naked, her flabby body resting on the bed. I made out with her for a little bit, but I just couldn’t get hard. I blamed the alcohol, but I knew it was because I wanted to be with those girls, and my uninterested wife’s frumpy body negated any thoughts of them. After about two minutes of trying, I rolled over and went to sleep.
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