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. For those same new readers - I suggest going back and starting at the beginning!

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). Chapter Five, Sherri offered up her most forbidden body part (Anal). Chapter Six, we added an escort to our weekend (Group Sex). Now, we finally have the last chapter to the story in Romance.

Just a warning, this is the epilogue for everyone who read the first six chapters. Lots of exposition and a bit of sex at the end.

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For the second morning in a row, the blackout curtains did their job so Sherri and I could get some well-deserved sleep. Late morning room service provided us some coffee and much needed food after the previous night's activities. We made sure to close the door to the connecting bedroom so the waiter couldn't see the various remnants that were strewn about from the night before. A pair of heels, random clothing, some towels, lubricant, a sex toy and tousled sheets would all need to be tidied before housekeeping would be allowed in.

We sat at the little table in the living room, wrapped in the thick, white, hotel robes. Sherri's legs were tucked up underneath her with her messy hair piled high on her head and she looked like a petite fairy curled up in the chair. Of course, the innocent little fairy had just spend the night having a threesome with an escort and me, which explained the dark circles under her eyes.

"I literally can't thank you enough for everything this weekend." I said, sipping my coffee. "The only problem is, I really can't ever tell anyone about it!"

Sherri laughed and sort of toasted toward me with her coffee cup, "Happy Birthday babe. It was a lot to put together but I enjoyed it almost as much as you."

"How did you pull it all together? How long were you planning it all? There were just so many details and things to coordinate, I can't figure out how you did it."

"I knew I wanted to do something special for your birthday. When you mentioned the conference and being in Vegas for it, my mind just went wild. The whole 'What Happens in Vegas' theme made me decide to have just a crazy, wild weekend that we couldn't...or wouldn't do anywhere else. From there, it was just about piecing it all together.

Let's face it, we've always been up for fun in our sex life. Once I had the idea, it was just about making it all part of a bigger picture."

"Still, I have a ton of questions. Where'd you come up with the bondage tape and remote panties? Did you buy everything here or bring it with you? And when did you hire the escort?" I felt myself swelling under my robe as I started to think about all the adventures from the weekend.

"Tell you what" she said, standing up and taking a piece of bacon and coffee with her. "I need to get ready for our couples massage at the spa, then I need to come back and pack. Tonight, at dinner, I'll tell you all about the planning and answer all your questions. How's that?" She gave me a kiss on the forehead and went into the bathroom to clean up before our appointment.

A while later, we worked our way down to the spa, which was in the far corner of the resort past the pools. As soon as I opened the frosted glass door, we were whisked away to a calming oasis in the center of Sin City. The lobby was softly lit, there was this calming music playing, and the whole place smelled like whatever exotic essential oils they use in fancy spas. An attendant directed us to the separate locker rooms and then showed us where our massage room would be. I stripped down, put on yet another ridiculously comfy robe and went into the massage room. There, they had two massage tables set up, side by side, and once we got settled in and the therapists got started, I could literally feel the tension draining out of my shoulders. Occasionally, I'd glance over at Sherri and she looked completely blissed out, which somehow made the whole thing even better. I had to be careful not to think too much about the abuse we had put our bodies through so I wouldn't become aroused on the table.

The 90 minutes flew by and when the therapists left, I was almost surprised it was over. They told us to take our time getting up and that we were welcome to sit outside by the dedicated "spa relaxation pool." We were both lying there feeling completely loose and relaxed, letting the music play while the warm air enveloped us.

Eventually, we put on our robes and found two lounge chairs in the shade by the relaxation pool. We chose some fancy pressed juice drinks that were designed to replenish and rejuvenate us and a bowl of fruit. We sat, snacking and drinking, and nobody rushed us out, which was great because neither of us really wanted to move anyway.

At one point, Sherri took my hand in hers and asked, "So, did you have a favorite part of the weekend?"

I thought for a second before answering, "That's kind of like asking me to pick my favorite ice cream or pizza. I loved it all."

"OK, don't be cute. You're not gonna get in trouble. What parts were your favorites?"

"Well, obviously last night." My mind drifted to the Asian escort who had joined us for a few hours. The image of the two women with their different skin tones and bodies would be burned in my memory forever. "I never thought you would have done something like that."

"You have no idea." She chuckled. "There was way more to that than I expected."

"What do you mean?"

"Not here," she said, looking around at the other people in the area. "I'll tell you later. What else?"

"I'll be honest. The second night." I lowered my voice slightly. "All that tape, the cuffs, the movie, the writing on your skin. One of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life."

"That was definitely the peak of creativity, if I do say so, myself. You should have seen me in the mirror, trying to write on my own skin, letters coming out backwards. That part was actually harder than some of the other parts of the outfit."

"Ok. We need to stop talking about this here, or I'm going to give everyone a show between the gaps in this robe."

We stayed out there for almost an hour and by the time we left, we both felt completely relaxed after our 'mini vacation' in the middle of the day. We got back up to the room and still had a few hours until dinner, so we both started packing for the trip home. As I placed suits and jackets into my garment bag, I watched Sherri lay out some of the physical representations of our weekend. Lingerie, heels, and sexy dresses were laid on the bed and placed in her bag. On the nearby table, it started to look like a display in a sex shop with a pile of toys, lubes, bondage tape, flogger, handcuffs and more.

"Well, fuck." I heard her mutter.

"What's up?"

"I literally don't have enough room for everything. I picked up all these extras for the weekend and didn't quite account for how much room they would take up."

Minutes later, I found myself dressed and wandering into the attached mall to a luggage store I had spotted earlier in the weekend to get us an extra bag for our trip home. Walking back, I noticed a few other stores that caught my eye. In a moment of whimsey, I decided that Sherri deserved a special thanks of her own for all her efforts over the weekend. When I returned to the room, I had cleverly hidden a couple of gifts in the just-purchased suitcase that I quickly transferred to a drawer without her noticing.

That evening, with our bags mostly packed, we found ourselves at a dark, quiet, French bistro eating small plates and sipping delicate cocktails. Sitting in a high-backed booth, we were away from any ears that could hear our conversation. Realizing we had some privacy, I finally decided to ask about everything that led to the weekend's adventures.

"Ok. I want to know everything." I pressed. "Where do you want to start?"

"You pick." Sherri chuckled.

"Lila. How in the hell did you decide to hire an escort for us?"

"Actually, that's a good place to start, since that last night affected everything else, I was trying to do."

"How?"

"I knew I wanted to build everything up to the final night, so I needed to know what that would be then sort of work backwards." She paused and thought for a moment. "Wait, that's not true. I knew I was starting with the open blinds. We've both fooled around in front of the windows at your place and watched people in other apartments, so I figured it would be a good place to start.

"I was going back and forth in my mind about the last night and if I'm being honest, thought it would all lead to butt play." Despite the privacy of the booth, she lowered her voice even more at the last phrase.

"But then, whenever we watched porn together, I noticed how turned on you get by the scenes with two girls and a guy. That's when I thought, 'Maybe that's how I should end the week.' I had to really think about if I would be into doing that sort of thing again. I knew you would enjoy it, but it's not as easy being a woman in that situation. Once I remembered some of the other times we both have gone down that road, I thought, 'Fuck it. Let's try it again.' But then, the question was 'Who?'."

"Damn. How long were you researching escorts for?" I interrupted.

"Hold on. We're not even close to that part yet. An escort was the third option."

"Wait! Third? What were the first two?" I realized I had raised my voice and quieted back down.

She took a long sip of her drink and popped a croquette in her mouth. When she finished chewing, she smirked and shocked me with her one-word answer, "Tara".

There was nothing she could have said that would have surprised me more. Tara was my ex-girlfriend from graduate school and the subject of my most adventurous sexual escapades. I had shared many of them with Sherri over the years we had been together. At first, Sherri and Tara weren't very friendly to each other, but their relationship warmed as timed passed. Still, I never expected that she would have been an option to join Sherri and me in bed.

"Are you shitting me? You were going to have a threesome with Tara?" My voice got slightly louder and Sherri "shushed" me as she peered around the restaurant.

"Yup. Once the seed of the idea was planted, I started to think about who a good fit would be. You'd told me that you and she had threesomes before and I started to wonder if she would be a good option. At least with her, there wouldn't be any sort of warm-up time since the two of you know your way around each other to say the least."

"You talked to her? And she agreed? What the fuck?"

"I emailed her first and said I wanted to talk to her about a crazy idea I had for your birthday. We connected on the phone and after a bunch of awkwardness I told her what I was thinking. She was just as stunned as you are, and I was pretty sure she was going to say 'no'. The long pause on the phone was the most uncomfortable wait in history. Finally, she asked if she could think about it and we hung up. At that point, I was SURE she was going to say 'no' and I was just mortified that I had even asked. My mind started to go nuts, wondering if she was going to call and tell you what I had asked and that would ruin the whole surprise."

"So what happened?" I pushed.

"A few days later, I got an email from her with a bunch of questions. 'Was I sure?', 'Did I think you would be into it?', 'Have I ever been with a woman before?'. That sort of thing. I answered her questions honestly and told her not to feel any pressure. Then, about a week after the first call, she left me a voicemail to call her back. When I did, we talked more about how the night would go and if there would be any ground rules. By the time we were done, we were both in agreement that she would be the perfect gift for your Birthday Threesome."

"Holy shit. I don't even know what to say. What did you guys have planned?"

"Nothing was off the table. I told her I knew what you two had done together and asked if there was anything she wouldn't be into. She said she would be cool with just about anything. The only difference from last night was that she was going to join us for dinner and surprise you there. Basically, we were going to tease you for the entire meal before we brought you up to the suite."

"What happened? Did she back out?"

"Literally, 10 days ago, her company said she had to go to India for a client. She tried to push it to a different week, but they wouldn't budge. So, I had to go to plan B. Once we get back, you should give her a call. Trust me, she was as disappointed as anyone." Sherri winked and added, "And she made it pretty clear she wanted a 'rain check' for another time."

She let the last line linger in the air as my mind processed what she said.

"Seriously? That's still, like, an option, someday?" I sputtered.

"I mean, the toughest part is over. We've talked about it and everyone seems to be into it. So, who's to say it won't happen someday." Sherri was completely teasing me at that point, letting my mind spin with future possibilities. I took a big sip of my drink and reset myself to focus on the topic at hand asking, "So after she backed out, was that when you decided on the escort?"

"Nope. My next idea was that I called Linda."

Linda was Sherri's best friend with a big mane of red hair, loud makeup and personality to match it all. We always joked that we could hear Linda enter a room long before we would ever see her. Linda's wardrobe consisted of short skirts and low-cut tops to show off her impressive bust. Sherri and I would often joke that she would probably sprain an ankle if she wore heels lower than 4 inches high. It was Linda that was instrumental in Sherri and me dating in the first place.

A few months after Sherri and I started dating, we had a very alcohol-fueled, informal night with Linda at a hotel after a corporate event. As far as threesomes went, it was tame with the girls mostly just kissing and rubbing each other's breasts while I fucked Sherri and ate out Linda. So, it didn't surprise me that she would be an option.

"Did she say 'no'?" I asked.

"No! She was totally on board. Then she checked the date and realized that her grandmother's 80thbirthday party is in Indiana this weekend. We tried to figure something out, even shifting everything and having her come in today, but at that point it wasn't making sense and getting too complicated.

I decided that I would change the plan and make anal the last night and go from there. The good thing was at that point, Linda and Tara both knew my plans and were helping me come up with options and ideas."

"Like what?" My head was spinning and my cock was swelling as I learned more about the journey to the weekend.

"Like I said, night one was always going to be fooling around with the curtains open and lights on. As I was talking to them about different ideas, Linda mentioned she's been to a bunch of those toy parties and suggested the remote-control panties for one of the nights. Tara told me about the Zumanity show, so combining those two ideas was going to be night two."

Sherri once again lowered her voice as she added more details, "I thought that the bondage night would be good before the finale, because I would let you do everything except...you know.

Linda helped with that one, too. She sent me a bunch of suggestions of toys and stuff to add into the night. Then, Tara talked about you being a nerd with your action figures and superheroes. That's how the whole 'unwrap your new toy' concept came into play. You never saw it, but I have a Supergirl costume in my bag that I was going wear that night. But when I put it on, it didn't really work with all the tape, so I packed it back up and decided on the tape and writing on my skin.

That was also when I came up with the idea of the daily cards. Since I was going to have to give you directions on that night, it made sense to do that every night. Then, I just had fun with all the clues and codes and poems."

"Wait" I said, trying to sort all the details in my mind. "Night one - curtains. Night two - show and remote. Four was butt stuff and Five was naughty?"

"Nope. Flip four and five."

"OK. That leaves night three? What was that going to be and what happened?"

"Something about 'getting you clean'. French Maid outfit, give you a sexy bath, then 'shine and polish' you with massage oils."

"I mean, we still have tonight..." I teased.

"No chance. All that stuff is packed up, and I'm done with cards and hints and themes for the weekend."

We paused the conversation as our waitress approached us, "I didn't want to interrupt. Can I get you anything else?" We ordered more food to share and another round of cocktails. When she left, we both started laughing.

"Crap" Sherri said. "She must have been listening if she knew not to interrupt."

"Yup. Pretty sure we are the talk of the staff right now." We paused the storytelling for a few minutes while we ate and drank. After the next round of cocktails arrived, I restarted the conversation.

"I still don't know how Lila happened."

"Like I said, I had changed the whole plan. Then, we started playing the 'trashy tourist or hooker' game earlier this week and I started to think about an alternate plan." Sherri was referring to one of our stupid games we would play as we walked around Vegas during our visits. We would observe women in lobbies, bars and restaurants and try to guess if they were a visitor who were just dressed trashy or an actual hooker.

"When you told me that the Concierge could...quietly...assist with that sort of thing, I decided to go over and talk to him one morning. He gave me a card for an agency that he said could be trusted. I gave them a call and booked Lila for last night.

Then, it was just a matter of shuffling everything else. I got the clever idea to combine the 'buzz' and 'butt' into one night which cleared the last night. All of these little pivots are why I had to keep running out to buy different cards and outfits. I have to say, if there was such a job as 'sex concierge' I think I could make some money at it!"

I was completely dumbfounded at the effort and creativity she had put into my birthday weekend and told her so. I was about to tell her that, when she lit up with excitement, remembering another detail.

"Don't forget about the Viagra and Molly!" she was on a self-congratulatory roll at that point and didn't bother to lower her voice. "Linda and I started talking about what I could do to jazz things up even more on the last night. We talked about everything from heels and lingerie to costumes, but I had already covered most of that earlier in the week. Then, she asked if any sort of 'artificial stimulants' would be on the table. She knew that I had experimented in the past and she told me she had some ecstasy I could bring for us. We were joking about how we weren't sure how it would affect you and it was too bad you didn't have any Viagra. Next thing you know, she was calling Annie to see if she had any extra since she's a pharma rep. She said she literally had packs of samples in her trunk and would bring some next time we all met up.