Vegas Birthday Weekend

As my name indicates, all my stories are based in truth and the events have happened in my life. That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little "twist" or "spice" to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what's "truth" and what's the "twist".

For this multi-part story, each chapter will fall under a different category as that's how the actual weekend in Vegas played out. For new readers, I should probably explain that the reason we were in Vegas was to celebrate my 30 th birthday. Sherri had a plan to give me a different "sexy" card and gift on each night of the trip.

Chapter One was about our first night in Vegas (Exhibitionist) in front of the large windows of our hotel suite. Chapter Two was our playing around with a bit of Bondage (BDSM). Chapter Three was a poolside interlude (EC).Chapter Four had us playing with a remote vibe (T&M) all of which leads into this, the penultimate chapter. Chapter Five, Sherri offered up her most forbidden body part (Anal). Now, on the final night of the trip, the final gift is given!

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After the late-night events of Friday, both Sherri and I slept late into Saturday morning. The blackout shades on the windows and DND button on the phone did their jobs and we didn't even start to stir until well after 10am. Sherri was the first to emerge from under the covers and went into the suite's bathroom. After she crawled back into the bed, I took my turn to relieve myself, brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. When I came out of the bathroom, the blinds were open slightly and bright sunlight poured into the room.

Sherri was seated on the bed, on top of the covers with her legs tucked underneath her, wearing the same shorty PJ set she had worn to bed the night before and a small pile of wrapped presents piled in front of her.

"Happy Birthday, Baby!" she smiled, opening her arms to embrace me. We hugged and she pulled me in for a deep, tongue-filled, kiss that got my cock swelling immediately in my boxers. I sat on the bed next to her and proceeded to open a series of cards and presents that ranged from a new designer shirt to cologne, to pictures of new car mats that would be waiting for me back home.

As I pushed aside the last of the wrapping paper, she grinned again and said, "And don't worry, there's one more of your 'special' gifts later tonight." She pulled her top up and over her head before shimmying out of her bottoms continuing, "But we should still get your birthday started off right." She pulled down my boxers and used her hand to quickly stroke me to full attention before swinging her leg over, straddling me. She positioned my cock at her entrance before sinking down and enveloping me in her wet tunnel.

She started by grinding against me before building up a rhythm of bouncing up and down on my shaft. I reached up and grabbed her tits, each one a perfect, little handful in my palms. After riding me for a few minutes she pushed my hands away and allowed her torso to fall forward on to my chest. She changed her approach and rapidly pumped her hips against me increasing her tempo. My hands slid down and gripped the cheeks of her ass, forcing her even harder on to my dick.

"Fuck" I moaned. "I'm getting close."

"That's it, baby." She replied. "Let me feel your cum inside me." I felt my balls tighten and I exploded inside her. She continued to ride me, forcing our juices down my shaft and balls and pooling on the hotel sheets beneath us. As the final spurts leaked from my cock, she stopped and lay on top of me, motionless for a minute. I laid in a post-orgasm stupor, she lifted herself up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Happy Birthday, babe." She said as she swung her leg off me, cum spilling from her and leaking onto my bare thigh. "Why don't we grab a shower and go grab a bite to eat? What time is it anyway? Breakfast? Brunch? Lunch?"

We both chuckled at our complete lack of time awareness before heading into the suite's oversized shower. Unlike the night before, we focused on getting clean and nothing else in the shower. At lunch, Sherri told me she had a few things she had to shop for, then an appointment at the salon later in the afternoon. The plan was to go to dinner at the upscale gourmet restaurant in the hotel to celebrate my birthday that evening.

After assuring her that I would be fine on my own for the afternoon, we went our separate ways. I went down to the pool where I sat, read, swam, and slept in the sun for a few hours. I found a barber shop in the attached mall, so I popped in and was able to get a trim and shave to freshen my own look for the evening. As it got closer to evening, I went back to the room where I found Sherri waiting for me.

She was sitting on the couch in the living room dressed in a hotel white robe. Her feet were curled up under her and she was reading a book. The results of the salon visit were immediately apparent. Her long blonde hair was bone straight extending halfway down her back. She had on more makeup than usual, yet it was still subdued and accentuated her features rather than overwhelming them. Her fingernails and toe nails were a matching shade of icy blue with white tips.

She put down the book as she gestured to a large platter on the table. "The hotel sent that up for your birthday. I didn't want to have any without you, but I wouldn't mind a snack since dinner isn't for a few hours."

I looked over and saw a large charcuterie board with meats, cheeses, breads, and fruits. There was also a plate of miniature cupcakes with "Happy Birthday" written in chocolate on the plate. Finally, a bottle of champagne sat in a silver ice bucket. We opened the champagne and made ourselves some small plates of food while we watched TV. I noticed that Sherri was being careful so as not to mess up her hair, makeup, or lipstick as she ate.

When dinnertime approached, I waited in the living room of the suite in my tailored cashmere suit. Looking in the mirror, I felt I had my own "James Bond" vibe going - debonair and stylish. When the French doors slid open, the sight of Sherri took my breath away.

She wore a long white dress that hugged her toned and fit body. Tiny spaghetti straps held it on to her shoulders and pulled her small breasts up high. It was covered in silver beading that made it shine and shimmer in the light of the room. The highlight of the dress was that its sides were nearly non-existent. The dress alternated between strips of thick, beaded, stretchy bands of fabric and open panels that allowed her skin to show through. The cuts of the panels made it clear that she was wearing neither a bra nor underwear as her skin was exposed at both the side of her breasts and her hips. She was perched on a pair of matching silver-white heels that made her an inch or two taller than me. She had freshened up her makeup so her blue eyes and face were framed by the flattened locks of her bangs and hair. She looked like a sexy arctic princess had come to life, shimmering and glowing in the light of the room.

As we walked through the lobby and casino to go the restaurant, multiple heads turned to check out Sherri who stood out, even in the chaos of the location. We eventually reached the large golden doors of the restaurant where we gave our names, and they were dramatically pulled open for us.

Inside the restaurant, everything seemed to physically slow way down. The room was cooler, calmer, and smelled faintly like citrus, wood, and something rich coming from the kitchen. It was the kind of place that makes you lower your voice without thinking about it.

The first thing that really stopped me was the wine tower. It's massive floor to ceiling bottles were stacked like some kind of modern art installation. I'd seen it online a hundred times and been there before, but every time I visited, it became those "okay, wow" moments that make you pause and appreciate it.

We watched as one of the "wine angels" clipped in and glided straight up the tower to grab a bottle from way higher than any ladder could reach. Everyone nearby paused to watch as he seemed to fly through the air to get the assigned bottle. It was smooth, almost effortless, and somehow both totally Vegas and totally normal at the same time--like,yes, of course the waiter is flying tonight.

Once we sat down, the vibe stayed relaxed. We ordered matching martinis, mine dry, hers dirty. Our server talked us through the menu without any pressure, and we ended up ordering a meal that felt indulgent but not over-the-top. The wine tied it all together. We went with a bold red that matched the meal perfectly.

When it was time for dessert, the restaurant brought out a huge chocolate dessert, complete with a sparkler to celebrate my birthday. We sipped espressos as we ate the decadent confection. Just as we finished, Sherri reached into her purse and slid a card and small wrapped box across the table to me with a smile on her face.

"Ready for the last one?" she asked. "I feel like I saved the best for last, to be honest."

I tore open the card first and saw that it was more romantic and sentimental than the previous ones. Handwritten inside was a poem in Sherri's handwriting:

"My pill is red, your pill is blue, you're not getting one gift, but you are getting two!"

Showing a bit of confusion, I opened the box to find a pair of gold cufflinks with my initials engraved on them.

"See? Two cufflinks! Makes sense now, right?" she smiled.

"Ok, but what is this about the pills, a little Alice in Wonderland roleplay tonight? Mad Hatter and Alice?"

"You are so weird." she replied. "Look under the little cushion."

I lifted the small cushion in the box to reveal another smaller wrapped item. I unfolded the paper to see a little blue pill that I recognized from many television and magazine advertisements. A second note read:

"I want you at full strength so we can end your birthday with a bang!"

Sensing my confusion, Sherri spoke in a hushed tone so people nearby wouldn't hear "Trust me, I know you don't need that stuff, but I heard that for someone like you, it can help you reload faster...and based on what I have planned, that will be a good thing!"

My swelling dick fought my cognitive brain for control of the situation, "Uh, not that I don't trust you but...is this stuff safe to just sorta, take? Where did you get it?"

"I got it from Annie, my girlfriend who works as a pharma rep. She has a trunk full of all sorts of samples. I also asked Diane, a nurse, if it was ok to use tonight."

"So, do all your friends know what you have planned?"

"You have no idea what has gone into this week, babe. This many surprises and presents for a birthday in Vegas? It takes planning and lots of assistance. Besides, I think we both can get a bit of a boost tonight."

She dug into her bag, opened a little case, pulled out a small red pill, and showed it to me before closing it up in her hand again.

"And what is THAT?" I said in a hushed tone.

"Ecstasy...Molly...whatever you want to call it. Before you ask, this one I got from Linda. And, before you ask, yes, I've taken it before. You know I experimented a ton in college, so I know what this does for me."

I was still being curious and cautious, but Sherri's tone changed to more of a 'take charge' voice, leaving me little room for debate, "So, here's what we're going to do. After you pay the bill, we are both going to pop our little pills. I'm heading up to the room to get some things ready and you can go to the casino. In half an hour, meet me up there for your surprise."

The waiter brought our check, and I quickly signed it to the room. We both put our pills on our tongues, picked up our water glasses and swallowed them down. After we exited the restaurant, Sherri went toward the lobby elevators, and I went back to the craps tables. As I settled into my spot, my mind was barely on the game. Instead, it was occupied by swirling thoughts of what surprise Sherri had planned and wondering when the drug was going to kick in. Was my dick going to get rock hard at the table, begging for release? What was left for Sherri to surprise me with? Was I going to experience the rumored "blue haze" to my vision? Was she going to reverse the roles tonight and tie me up? Was I going to have an erection that lasted for more than 4 hours, requiring me to call a doctor?

Fortunately, between my racing thoughts and the action at the table, the 30 minutes flew by. I looked at my watch and saw that it was time to go up to the suite for my surprise. When I stood up, I was happy when I realized that my dick wasn't bursting through my slacks and there wasn't a blue haze filling my vision. I moved through the busy casino to the bustling lobby eventually getting to the bank of golden elevators. The growing anticipation for what awaited me upstairs made it seem like the elevators were taking forever. When the tell-tale 'ding' signaled the arrival of an elevator, I moved toward the opening door, impatiently allowing the departing passengers to pass by. The chamber crawled up, stopping at multiple floors before I finally arrived at my stop. I nearly bumped into a large guy on his phone as I rushed to get to the suite. He gave me a look and a grunt as I passed by toward the hallway.

When I got to the door, I paused and listened for a moment, trying to get any final clues to the awaiting surprise. Taking a deep breath, I passed my card to the electronic lock and heard the door open. Entering the suite, I saw that the lights in the living room were on and a bass-filled mix of low hip-hop was playing on the stereo. In the living room, I saw Sherri sitting in one of the chairs, still in her dress and heels. What made me pause was that she wasn't alone.

A busty brunette was sitting on the sofa like she belonged there, one nylon-covered leg crossed casually with her blue stiletto heel shining in the dim light. The short blue cocktail dress clung to her in all the right places, stretched around her toned legs, high up on her thigh. Her breasts looked large on her small frame, pushed up high and nearly bursting from the low-cut v of her dress. Her dark hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her head with curly ringlets that fell, framing her face. Her face was exotic with distinct Asian characteristics; almond-shaped eyes that were dark and smoky, high rosy cheekbones and artificially plump lips covered in a deep, burgundy hue.

"Jay" Sherri's voice broke the silence, "This is Lila. She's going to be joining us for a little while to celebrate your birthday."

"Wow" was all I could mutter under my breath as my brain seemed to be trying to catch up to the situation in front of me. Both women laughed at my obvious confusion and discomfort as I just stood still, not sure what to do first.

"Happy Birthday, Jason!" Lila spoke next. "Sherri was just telling me that she wanted to do something special for you, so here I am! Why don't you sit down, and we can chat a bit."

Sherri gestured to the other chair in the room, and I saw for the first time, a cocktail glass sitting on the table in front of it. I sat down and took a sip of the cool, crisp drink.

"Babe, I know this is one of your biggest fantasies, so I booked Lila to join us for a few hours. So, are you ready to celebrate?" Sherri's eyes were wide, and her voice had a new level of huskiness when she spoke. Her legs were shifting and rubbing against each other, and I realized it was probably the pill kicking in.

"I just want to go over a few ground rules that I already told Sherri" Lila said. "I'm open to anything tonight. Oral, vag, and anal are all good with me. For oral and vaginal, you need to wear a condom. Sherri told me you have some toys in the room which can be fun for all of us. No piss, poop or pain or we end the night right away.

I'm here to be with both of you, so don't be shy. I'm up for pretty much anything with anyone here. Sherri said you guys have had a threesome before, but I'm thinking maybe I should get things started. Unless you have any requests, birthday boy?"

"Nope" I sputtered. "I'm totally good with whatever you want."

Lila laughed as she stood up showing that even in her heels, she was at least six inches shorter than Sherri. She reached her hand out to Sherri and helped her to her feet. While the music filled the room, she started to run her hands up and down the sides of my girlfriend's body who got into the vibe, wrapping her own hands around our guest's waist. They both swiveled their hips and wriggled their bodies as they danced to the thumping beat. Lila gently turned Sherri around, found the zipper of her dress, and pulled it down. As the zipper fell and the silver fabric parted, more of the bare skin on Sherri's back was revealed. The stripe of pale skin in the middle of her back was a result of her days in the sun - a distinct difference from the rest of her tanned body. Lila pulled the zipper lower, tantalizingly showing the cleft of Sherri's ass, confirming my earlier theory that she was, in fact, naked under her dress.

When there was nowhere else for the zipper to go, Lila turned my girlfriend to face me before reaching up and sliding first one, then the other shoulder strap away, allowing the dress to fall, revealing her breasts. Whether the ecstasy, the moment, or a bit of both, Sherri's nipples were pointy and tight on her breasts. Lila moved her hands down to her bare waist and helped her slither the remainder of the dress over her hips to pool on the ground. To keep from tripping, Sherri carefully stepped out of the garment and stood naked save for her heels.

I watched as Lila's hands wrapped around my girlfriend from behind and cupped her breasts, lifting one, then the other, before bringing her fingers around to flutter on, then pinch her swollen nipples. At that contact, Sherri released a low moan and pressed her ass back into Lila's body who continued to stroke and play with one of her tits with one hand. She brought her other hand up to Sherri's mouth who took the cue and began to suck on two of Lila's fingers. Once they were wet from nail to knuckle, Lila brought her hand down the length of Sherri's body where she found her bare, shaved pussy.

Sherri instinctively adjusted her footing and stood with her legs slightly parted, which allowed the other woman to run her fingers along her slit. Mixing the saliva on her fingers with Sherri's natural juices, Lila pressed her fingers inside of her pussy while she pressed her palm against her clit.

"I can see Jason's cock through his pants from here" Lila spoke. "I bet he wants to see you come right here for him." She looked me in the eye and continued, "Do you want me to make your girlfriend come Jason?"

"Yes" I croaked.

In response, Lila spun Sherri on her heels, so they were facing each other. She locked her mouth on one of Sherri's tits and began to suck while she plunged her fingers into her pussy. Sherri didn't last long, her body tightening and spasming in Lila's grasp. She moaned, then screamed as her entire body shook in the throes of an orgasm. Releasing her grasp, Lila guided Sherri on to the chair where she fell with her legs spread so I could see her pussy was already wet and swollen.

"While she recovers, why don't you and I get ready for some fun, too?" Lila reached under one of her arms and pulled down on a concealed zipper which allowed her own dress to fall to the floor revealing a matching blue bra and panty set under her garments. She made a show of reaching between her breasts where she released a clasp allowing her large tits to spring free. While they were clearly enhanced, they sat in perfect large globes on her torso with dark areolae and large, pointy nipples. Next, she reached to the sides of the high-cut panties on her hips and shimmied them down her legs and off. Her pubic mound was bare except for a thin strip of dark hair that led to the top of her slit.