Gidget and I are from the same hometown in the Midwest. We even went to the same high school but she was a year ahead of me. Through local dating circles, we ended up together. She didn't know that I had some kung fu moves with my hands that led to quick orgasms, but she soon was pleasantly surprised at my insistence on foreplay before "we went all the way."
We were married a little more than five years and had been in Vegas for three of them. I came out first and was hired as a manager in the IT Department. Gidget was hired as a customer service specialist and moved up the ranks quickly.
A temporary hire in her department became friends with Gidget named Pam. Pam was a Native American tribal member from Minnesota and she worked at her reservation casino there. Some program in HR allowed Pam to work at our casino for training practices and Pam had agreed to the pilot program. Gidget and I lived on a lower floor of the casino hotel as part of my compensation. It was made up of two, one-bedroom suites. Sometimes I was called downstairs to the casino offices at odd hours and I appreciated being able to come and go without disturbing Gidget.
It got to a point that Pam was ready to go back to the reservation and had given up her suite on another floor so Gidget asked Pam to stay over with us on her last days here.
Pam was a little older than my wife at 35. She had been married and had a son living back in Minnesota with her parents. Her marriage to a local resident off the reservation had ended and Pam was going to get a promotion at her home casino when she completed her Vegas training. She stood about 5 foot seven inches and weighed 195 pounds. She was a little on the chunky side with drooping breasts. Her most prominent feature was her large ass. She was kind of quiet but my wife could get her to loosen up.
Neither my wife nor Pam was a social drinker but Pam expressed an interest in trying some new seltzer waters that she saw ads for. I had a sampler case sent up from the casino stores and it was kept in the kitchen that Gidget used mostly.
It was a Thursday night that I got called down to the sports betting room for some computer issues there during the football game that was on. I stayed down there until the game finished and made sure everything was fine. I was wearing my casual clothes when I entered my room suite.
I took off my button-down shirt and slacks for cleaning from the cigar smells in the sports betting lounge. I still had on a tee-shirt and my running shorts and sandals.
I turned down the light in my bedroom and got ready to lay down when I heard a noise coming from Gidget's suite. There was a door between the suites that I opened and entered the common hallway between our rooms where the closets were kept. It was fairly dark on her side but a light was on in the kitchen.
I quickly looked inside and could see quite a few open or empty seltzer cans on the granite counter in the kitchen. I also could hear Gidget snoring since she must have forgotten to use her sleep apnea device. She would be sawing logs all night.
With this noise explanation, I closed her partially-open bedroom door to reduce the snoring.
I made my way back to go into my suite when the bathroom door opened behind me.
Pam was coming out of the bathroom. Only the vanity light was on behind her but I could tell that it was her. I also could tell that it looked like she was only wearing a thin nightie with shoulder straps and a bottom length that ended above her knee.
I watched Pam as she ploddingly made her way in the near dark back across the hallway but she stopped at the now-closed bedroom door, seemingly confused.
She staggered towards the kitchen and then she wheeled around back towards me. I did not want to scare her so I said nothing. She walked right up to me.
One strap of her nightie was off her shoulder and most of her right breast was out of the sleepwear. Pam kind of had her head down as she walked into me. If she was sleeping or even sleepwalking, she was not waking up. I quietly said her name to see if she was alright. She did not answer me but stood there inches away.
I would have liked to grab a bathrobe from the bathroom for her but Pam was blocking my way. The timer light in the bathroom went out as we stood there in silence. I reached to Pam's arm to pull the should strap back onto her shoulder and she never moved an inch. The edge of my hand brushed up against her breast as I did so. On the way back down, my palm slid over her breast and extended nipple.
Pam's body kind of shuddered. I could smell the alcohol on her breath but otherwise, she had a nice shampoo smell about her.
We were next to a stack of blankets and comforters that housekeeping would leave us to make our own beds. It was a tower of fabric. I pushed her back gently onto the pile and she settled into it. I pulled the same shoulder strap back down to her elbow and then pulled her arm through the loop. Her right breast hung there.
Feeling between her legs, I found her panties on but the fabric was bunched up where it should have been tight. I could only guess that they were on backward. What had been going on in here while I was downstairs?
Pam still said not a word. I had recently read about a medical condition called "sexsomnia" where some people will walk around in their sleep committing sex acts on themselves and others without recall of doing so. Sometimes it is natural and sometimes alcohol and drugs will bring the condition on.
I called to Pam quietly again. The only response that I had gotten from her was when I touched her boob. I again palmed her breast and this time I could feel the areola around her nipple, all arisen.
With one hand fondling her breast and nipple, my other hand went to her crotch. Upon feeling the ill-fitting underwear, I could tell that she had an impressive bush of hair there underneath.
I got my finger into the gap in her clothing between her thigh and her hip. I soon found her slightly wet lips and they parted easily for my probing movements. That began my fingering session with Pam.
She kind of slipped back as she got used to my deeper penetrations with my index finger. I rimmed the area of her clitoris and across her now wet pussy lips. Her breathing was getting deeper. Her nipple was now standing up against my finger as I gently grasped and released her right breast, and then circled her nipple with my finger as the breast hung low and free from her body.
I started to work on the roof of her vagina with my finger and Pam let out a groan while I could feel her body stiffen. I withdrew my finger and pulled her up from the pile of blankets. As she raised her hips, I pulled down the panties and they ended up near her feet while turning her around to face the closet.
I reached now for her hanging free left breast and groped that gently until I could tweak her nipple with my two fingers, which hardened the whole areola.
The nipple play that I put my attention toward is half of my secret playbook. I think that I have almost brought Gidget to orgasm by just sucking on her nipples but they get too sensitive for me to do it long. It always does turn me on to do so.
With my right dominant hand, I placed my extended middle finger into her clitoris and traced back up to the vagina roof, and applied pressure there. The movement might have lasted 60 seconds total but it pushed an orgasm out of Pam that was impressive for a woman in her condition and seemed to totally spend her energy at once.
There was really no way to move Pam from her perch so I took a moist towel and cleaned her up around her pussy and upper thighs, and took the panties off completely, which I laid at her feet. I put her arm back into the nightie and left it down at the elbow. I covered her with a bathrobe from the bathroom before I left her for the night.
I then went into my suite and closed the door behind me. I quickly took a shower and stroked myself off in the spray of the hot water, eager to get my head onto a pillow. I fell asleep immediately.
Dawn greeted my eyes as Gidget walked through my suite doors wearing some of her silky smooth sleepwear as she stood next to me. It was kind of a signal that she wanted me to feel her up a little while she stood there. I placed my hand under her top and felt at her nipple which hardened under my fingers. I then unbuttoned the front of her top and switched hands so that my free hand was now inside of her pajama bottoms which I parted and got a finger swirling around her clitoris, which she sighed at.
I soon brought her to an orgasm. As I was going to do it again, she pushed away at my hand and put her fingers on my now-stiff erection. "Pam is in my bedroom and needs to get off before she leaves for the airport. She was naked in the hallway and did not remember how she got there. The easiest way to deal with this is to have you take care of her. I trust that we can do Pam a favor this one time..."
My wife Gidget continued to hold onto my morning erection that had been induced when I felt up her tits and fingered her to a standing orgasm in our joint hotel suite where we lived in Las Vegas.
I was going to fuck my wife when she stopped me to tell me that our friend Pam was in a physically needy way in her bedroom in the other part of the suite. Pam was due back to Minnesota any time now after training at the casino that we both worked at.
"Why can't Pam bring herself to an orgasm if she needs to get off," I asked my wife earnestly, "And what do you mean that she was naked in the hallway this morning?"
Gidget said that she did not know why Pam was sexually unable to fulfill herself, but that was the case. My wife seemed willing to find a solution to this, and she actually implored me to come to Pam's rescue at this time.
My thinking was still being manipulated by Gidget's intermittent finger job on my swollen prick.
My wife stated that she thought that Pam had gotten out of bed to use the restroom last night and had dozed off in our laundry closet. I knew better and listened as Gidget said that Pam had awoken with a bathrobe covering her and her panties down at her feet.
Gidget asked me if I had seen anything after I came in from work the previous evening when I completed my assignment. I said that I had stuck my head into the hallway to see if the lights were on and since it was dark in the hallway, I then went back to my own bedroom next door in the adjoining suite.
She asked me to come to her bedroom now. I got up and rearranged myself so that my hard-on did not beat me by a head's length entering her room, in case there was any misunderstanding or ploy in play.
I entered Gidget's darkened room, alit by a television that was on. Pam turned off the television when I entered. She was lying up against the headboard with a pillow behind her back. She was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Hello Derek," Pam said to me. I said hello back to her.
Sensing no air of awareness in her voice, I asked Pam how she was doing. Gidget had followed me into the bedroom and sat on a chair next to the bed Pam occupied.
Pam was very quiet. She averted her eyes but said that she did not know if she had the composure to get onto her airplane to go home after feeling a wave of anxiety when she awoke this morning.
I asked Pam if she needed to see a doctor and she shook her head. She said that she took a shower and did not feel like herself when she was drying off. She had told Gidget that she did not want to be alone so far from her home. She also said that as soon as she arrived at her home, the pressure would be on for her to be a hero and take charge of things and right now she was not feeling so sure.
I kind of looked down at my feet as a way of comprehending her mental state. Pam continued on.
"I have not had sex since my husband and I split up. One year turned into another. When I came here I thought that I might meet someone but the months passed by and it was always work-related introductions, nothing social. When you go on the casino floor, people are not looking for single, middle-aged Native American women for a hook-up; they all want to win something to take home. Here I am leaving Sin City without a sin to speak of and no one to take me home..." Pam lamented.
My wife had not brought me into her bedroom to have a therapy session so upon that harsh statement by Pam; I reached toward Pam and placed my left hand on her right breast above her sweatshirt. She was not wearing a bra. Her nipple sprang forth between my fingers as Pam lay back and softly sighed.
I put my right hand under the sweatshirt and grasped Pam's left breast fully in my large hand. It too responded with a hardened nipple, and I pulled at the areola and made a circle around that nipple with my middle finger. A small shudder went up Pam's body as she shook a little from the surprising sensation.
Gidget still sat in her chair and encouraged me to take care of Pam. Pam went to remove her sweatshirt and with my temporarily free hands I took my own shirt off. I also pulled down the running shorts that I wore to bed, exposing my standing Hampton erection fully to Pam.
Pam got on her knees and moved toward me to the side of the bed. She started to pull down her sweat pants but she got a little tangled up. I reached in to assist her and determined that she still was not wearing any panties. Gidget moved off of her chair and with me managed to pull down Pam's bottoms.
Gidget's pajama top was still mostly unbuttoned and despite the mostly darkened room, I got a glimpse of her medium-sized breasts that only slightly hung down with her great button-like nipples there on her.
Pam reached under Gidget's pajama top and seemed to grope my wife while apparently steadying herself. Gidget said nothing but seemed to stay there immobile, taking in the developing threesome sexual environment in her bedroom.
I put my finger into Pam's twat and could tell that she was wet already. This would not take long to get Pam off. My tongue soon found one of Pam's boobs and I sucked on her nipple, tracing the tip of my tongue around the raised areola. Grasping the breast to my face with my thick fingers, Pam's balance on her knees on the bed shifted and my finger inside her vagina covered a lot of sacred reproductive ground there, ending up on her sugar walls of the vaginal lips. The roof of her pubic mound was my destination as I felt her body tremble from the muscular pressure that I was able to commit in that area without it being painful.
Gidget did her own part by reaching down and stroking my once-again hardening cock. She was not always into fellatio with me unless I had showered right before, but this morning she put her head down and started to blow me starting with her pouty wet lips and then with her slivering tongue. That gave me a good head start feel to see if Pam would be getting the full treatment and not just another finger lashing. My wife could suck cock like the best of them when she wanted to, that was for sure.
Meanwhile, Pam was taking the fingering like a woman in need of a deep emotional release and discharge.
Her moans were now reaching a point that they also stimulated me, as did my wife who continued to suck on my now fully erect penis. It was shaping up to be quite the morning in Las Vegas.
The telephone in Gidget's bedroom started ringing. The ruby-red display lit the bedroom in an air of fire and fury. No one showed any signs of answering the call.
Pam's legs shook so much that she fell back on the mattress. Gidget stopped her oral ministrations on me while I adjusted to the new position of Pam's body. It was time to go down on Pam, here and now.
If I could have somehow shaved Pam down in her pubic areas before this morning arose, that would have been my stated preference. However, through grit and determination, I broke through her unshorn follicles with my tongue leading the way. The honeyed lips accepted my passport of passion and I was cleared to go on Runway One for Pam's orgasmic rocket to the moon.
Things did proceed as I had hoped but the outcome was just the same. Pam liked to have her tits played with while her pussy was being attended to. I tried to focus on her orgasm instead of how I was going to get her there. I had already gotten her there before of course but this was almost a redemption fuck that might not take place if I did not pace myself. With my wife also presently being more than a pleasant vestige of our high school years from her cheerleader role assumed once again, I just might not make it in all honesty. Gidget played with my balls from behind with light caresses enhanced by nails.
Pam was in the throes of ecstasy. I placed a strategic finger underneath my lip as I licked the tip of her clitoris, and my finger traced the rim of her pussy lips. She was very wet and may have cum in part already. She was both moaning and writhing under my touch and prodding.
I wanted to enjoy my handiwork in the low blackout light curtained room. I used two fingers on her twat stroking it horizontally, and my other two fingers remained in a vertical accession of joy by overlapping her pussy lips in a cross weave of pleasure. When Pam got into a rhythm, I pulled her upright and into my arms as I then increased the penetrating fingering against her pubic mound. Her body seemed smaller as I clutched her frame to my nakedness, wrapping my left hand over her breast in a loving, rolling way. Her mouth opened aloud as I brought her nipple to a hardened point with one hand, and I pressed upwards with my fingers and thumb against the inner upside of her womanhood.
She breathed heavily for two breaths until she lost control of her facial expression, her eyes closed, and her jaw set back slightly, an animal-like distortion of the nervous overload she was now experiencing.
Gidget stood next to me, her hand lightly resting on my shoulder, taking the scene all in, a voyeur.
I turned to look at her and she nodded to me as if granting me silent permission to enter Pam's body as her husband and companion. The last thing that I wanted was to assume that Gidget would actually share me with her intimate acquaintance but the level of support was validated with her telling eyes.
I laid Pam down onto the mattress and spread her legs gently, which she parted without assistance.
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