We'd been planning our summer trip to Vegas for about 2 months. The girls hatched the scheme originally, and after a few days of discussion we'd finally worked out the logistics. It was going to be a short trip, in the middle of the week, staying at the Luxor hotel on one of those bargain deals with the room and air thrown in.
Summer vacations were hard to coordinate, and we'd changed our plans three times to make sure we'd all be available. With the summer heat in Dallas, escaping to the permanently and thoroughly air-conditioned casinos of Vegas seemed just the thing. The hotel pools were a bonus attraction.
The day snuck up on us pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were getting off the plane at McCarron airport and grabbing a shuttle for the hotel. There were just the 6 of us. The other two couples had been friends for about 5 years, and we'd known the both of them for almost 3.
Melissa and Jay had been our friends ever since we'd moved into the area. It was through them that we met Beth and Karl, who lived just down the street from us. The girls became best of friends, and the guys were good friends as well, not as close as the women but sports make up for a lot.
Our flight got in around 4:00pm, the temperature outdoors a balmy 101. After a short bus ride we were checked into our rooms and unpacking by 5:00pm. We were on different floors, but we were all in the pyramid, even if we had to use different 'inclinators', the diagonal moving elevators that served the Luxor.
We dressed casually and headed down to the lobby, in front of the two large statues that adorned the entrance, where we'd agreed to meet.
My wife Cheryl was commenting on the behaviour she anticipated seeing from the guys.
"I hope Karl isn't a jerk to Beth this time."
"I'm sure everything will be fine." I assured her, although I felt less confident than I sounded.
"If he's not fighting with Melissa, of course," she added.
"Come on, they don't really fight, it's more flirting than anything else."
"Flirting! Are you kidding me? She teases him unmercifully."
It was true. Melissa did love to pick on Karl. While we spoke, the other two couples showed up and they were bickering already. I was starting to dread the idea of the weekend. I looked over and saw the concern on Cheryl's face as well.
As soon as they got near us, we could hear they were arguing about dinner, and who took too long getting ready.
"Listen up!" I told them, louder than I had originally intended. "We are all going to have a good time if it kills us, and I don't want to hear so damn much arguing!"
The group got quiet and looked at me in some astonishment. I'm usually the easiest guy to get along with, but I had been harboring reservations about how everyone would behave together and the flight, shuttle, and meeting in the lobby only fueled my fears.
"We are going to eat at Lawry's tonight and I'm picking up the bill. So let's not argue about where we're eating and how much we're going to spend. And for tonight, we're going to change things up. Melissa, you're my date for the evening; Karl, you're escorting Cheryl, and Jay, you've got Beth. Let's pretend this is a regular date - except it ends after the Lance Burton show."
I walked over and took Melissa by the arm and guided her over next to me, giving Cheryl a small nudge toward Karl. Beth was already standing between Jay and Karl.
Melissa looked at me with huge uncomprehending eyes.
"You look gorgeous. I'm so happy you're here with me tonight, I know we're going to have a great time."
Melissa and I were good friends, and when she'd had a few too many to drink, we were even better friends. Jay didn't like it when she got too drunk, so the last several months she'd been holding back.
I looked over to Jay and asked him point blank. "Hey Jay - don't you think Beth looks nice?"
He hesitated for a second and then laughed and with his thick west Texas accent, admitted, "Hell, yeah! Beth you are a sight for sore eyes. That dress does alright by you."
He wasn't lying either. Beth had a killer body, and the skin-tight, open back, mini-dress showed off everything she had to great advantage.
Beth was thanking Jay for the compliment when I looked over to Karl and Cheryl. Cheryl was sitting back on her heels, arms crossed, with an expectant look on her face, staring at Karl.
"Uh... you look real nice too, Cheryl," he managed to croak.
I think it was the first time I ever heard Karl say anything nice to any of the women present without adding a snide comment afterwards.
"Then we should be getting on our way," I said to nobody in particular. I slipped my arm around Melissa's tiny waist, and guided her toward the exit doors, assuming the others would follow.
"Where did this idea come from?" she asked me after the first few steps.
"I have no idea. I didn't plan it; I just wanted to stop the arguing. Particularly Karl. You know he never has a kind word for Beth, and we all know he likes Cheryl, so I just figured if I stuck those two together, and gave him an example of how he should treat a lady, maybe he'd take the hint."
"Oh? So you're going to show him how to treat a lady?" she teased.
"With your permission, I'm going to lay it on thick. You think Jay will follow suit?" I asked as we approached the Taxi area and I told the hotel guy we needed a ride for six to Lawry's.
"He probably would, but I think I can make sure, with a few well placed words." She giggled.
"No - let him work it out on his own, it'll be fun to watch."
Melissa agreed and leaned up against me, avoiding the strong breeze that was blowing outside. Her tiny frame was in danger of being blown away, so I slipped my arm around her and kept her near.
We got a cab with 5 seats in the back. I gave Melissa a hand up, after the hotel doorman opened the door. Jay and Beth followed her into the back row of seats, and Karl and Cheryl climbed into the middle row. I sat up front with the driver. At our destination, I once again hopped out and gave a hand to Cheryl as she got out of the car, after Karl had gotten out. Jay took the hint and helped Beth down after he'd gotten out, and of course I assisted Melissa. While I was helping my ‘date’, Jay paid the fare, and when I offered to split it he laughed, and said if I was picking up the dinner he had the cab fare and drinks at the show covered. Karl stayed quiet, never one to offer to pay for anything he could avoid.
Throughout the dinner I laid it on thick. I held the door as we entered, took her light wrap, held the chair, stood when she stood, and flirted outrageously. She went along willingly, and then some. She was very touchy-feely, constantly brushing her arm against mine, touching my hand, my shoulder, my leg. She was drinking the hard stuff, but didn't seem to be smashed, just enjoying herself immensely. We joked and kidded, but for all the flirting it never got overtly sexual.
We really played it up for most of the dinner like it was just the two of us. The table was circular, and we were seated boy-girl all the way around. Karl was next to Melissa who was on my left, and Beth was on my right. With the girls split up as they were, and Melissa not dominating their conversation, the patterns held up and Jay and Beth spent most of the evening chatting amicably with Jay on his best behavior following my example.
Cheryl and Karl were doing well enough on their own, to my surprise. Cheryl was riding herd on him pretty well, and although he always seemed to be a step behind, he would eventually take her chair, or fill her glass, as he saw the rest of us doing.
After the main course, while waiting for dinner, the ladies all left for the powder room. Within moments Jay was leaning over toward me.
"Ok, Buddy, what's the idea?"
"I don't know, I didn't plan it. I just was tired of the bickering and thought if we mixed things up a bit we would all get off to a better start." As I told him this, I rolled my eyes toward Karl, figuring he'd get the hint.
He gave a nod and a smile, and turned to Karl, "Well, I don't mind escorting Beth tonight if you don't."
"Hell no! Shit, she wouldn't pay me a lick of attention no how. I'm going to spend a god damn $2000 on this trip, and I'll be lucky to get laid. Better you put up with her than me."
It was the same discussion as always. He claimed Beth was frigid, and Jay and I knew that the more he chased her, the more she didn't want to have anything to do with him. He was always grabbing at her and she was always pulling away. Word was, she was on a calendar, and they had sex once a week. Saturdays.
Cheryl complained that I didn't give her enough attention. She was a very affectionate person and was always hugging, kissing and holding on. The truth was I probably didn't give her as much as I could. But with her there was no such thing as too much. What had been an amazing miracle just five years earlier, I took for granted. Shame on me.
Melissa and Jay had always seemed to have a great marriage, but she really took advantage of him and he'd been starting to resent it. She was very pretty, petite, with large 'enhanced' breasts, and long flowing dark brown hair. She was a stay at home mom, as were all of our wives, but she did the least around the house by far. She rarely cooked, she shopped way too much, she wouldn't get up with the kids in the morning, and she was always on the phone. The last couple of years Jay's business had gotten a little tough, and he had come down a bit from the days when he was riding high, but Melissa's spending habits hadn't changed an iota, and it was causing some problems.
Karl had always liked Cheryl, so when I split up the crowd, that was the first thing I had in mind: get Karl away from Beth and the bad-mouthing, and away from Melissa and the teasing. That left Jay with Beth. I really didn't know what that relationship was like. They'd known each other for years, but whereas I always flirted with Melissa and Beth, I never really saw Jay flirt with any of the girls, nor did I find him hanging around and talking with Beth much. I could just hope for the best.
First Edition: May 2015
Story: 17,887 words, 28 pages
One spat ran the danger of ruining the weekend for all three couples. To head things off, Steve decides to shake things up, by swapping dates for the evening. Purely innocent, right? I mean seriously, what's the chance that anything . . . inappropriate might happen - again, and again, and again!
Warnings: This story contains wife swapping, teasing, and boundaries broken. Slow burn teasing, testing, tasting, and taking!
Wife Swapping, oral, teasing, romance