Our Wild Weekend In Las Vegas

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, April 23, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Saturday, April 26, 2025.

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When our household became an empty nest after the last of our two children graduated from college, and moved into her own condo, my husband and I pushed past the usual grief, and loneliness to get a new start on life.

The most dramatic change happened was when we stayed in Las Vegas for a long weekend. Part of the change was purposeful on my part, and part of the change was thanks to a happy coincidence.

After a pleasant drive into Las Vegas from our house in Los Angeles, we checked into our hotel at about 4:45 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon. Check-ins are anytime after 3:00 p.m., and it can be easily done at a kiosk near the front desk, which is what we did. After unpacking, we had a lovely dinner at a steak house. After dinner, we relaxed in the hotel's heated pool, and in the hot tub where we had some flirtatious conversations with other guests.

The next day we drove out to Lake Mead, and we rented a boat, which was a lot of fun. After getting back to the hotel, we took a nap, and then we enjoyed the heated pool, and the hot tub again. By the time we got back to our room, both of us were pretty horny, so I surprised my husband by showing him some stuff that I had purchased at a sex shop in Los Angeles to bring to Las Vegas.

With a happy smile on his face, he said to me, "I'm glad that you came prepared. I'm all in!"

"Maybe you can use these on me, and have your way with me," I replied after showing him some of the bondage gear that I had brought with me. "Do you think this will work on the bed here?"

Without a beat, he laughed, and told me, "Oh yeah. I can make those work. I'll figure it out."

Before our kids were born, my husband liked to tie me down on our bed with wrist and ankle restraints that I had made for him to use on me. He's the one who introduced me to bondage sex, which I found out I love. He's naturally dominant in bed, and I'm naturally submissive, so that sexual dynamic was a great fit for us.

Unfortunately, the bondage sex we enjoyed pretty much stopped not long after our 1st child was born. It's hard to have any privacy when children are running into the bedroom at all hours of the day or night.

So there we were, horny in Las Vegas, and with bondage gear to use on the oversized King Bed that we had in our hotel room. It had no bed posts, and there was no space underneath the bed itself, but he somehow figured out how to secure me tightly, and well on it, just as I liked it. I love being immobilized, especially when he's inducing forced orgasms from me, and making me squirt uncontrollably.

Unless you've enjoyed that kind of intense pleasure before, it's hard to describe it.

Before he blindfolded me, I looked around the room to enjoy the ambience that I helped create. I had brought with me dozens of little scented candles, and for this night I had lit about a dozen of them. In the corner of the room from a standing mirror that was pointed towards the bed, I could see my reflection.

There I was, restrained spread completely naked with a nice tanned, and relatively toned body. I wasn't in perfect shape, not like I was in my early 20s, but I had almost no body fat, and my breasts still looked good. They weren't as perky as they used to be, but my nipples sure looked good. From the excitement of being immobilized for sex, they were hard, and standing erect.

But my best features are my feet, which I always keep in great condition with regular foot care treatments, and pedicures. That means a lot to me, especially because my husband has a foot fetish. He's a sole man, so he really gets off on my naturally wrinkled soles. But he also loves my perfectly pedicured toes, which he loves to suck.

I looked forward to the toe sucking that I was going to get that night. Having them sucked always gets me so wet!

Right after he blindfolded me, he told me that he needed to make a quick run to the lobby to get something, and that he would be right back. "Don't go anywhere," he teased.

"You can't just call?" I protested.

"Not for this," he told me.

"Okay, but don't take too long," I told him.

"I won't," he assured me.

Part of me thought that he might have made some connection with one of the guys or couples we flirted with in the hot tub the night before, and he was going to bring one of the guys back to the room to surprise me. Or maybe a couple. But then I realized that didn't make sense. If he had made that kind of connection, perhaps discreetly while I was on a bathroom break, he could have just texted them to come to our room.

While I laid there waiting for my husband to come back, I could sometimes hear conversations in the hallway as people walked by, and I could hear doors opening, and closing. There was something about hearing those noises that aroused me. I suppose because I was tied and helpless to do anything if somebody was to walk into our room.

Of course, that didn't make any sense either. Nobody could just walk into our room without a key card. But what if somebody my husband wanted to surprise me with was given a key card?

My crazy thought process was suddenly interrupted when I heard three hard knocks on the door.

"Housekeeping!" I heard a woman say.

I wasn't sure if I should respond, so I said nothing.

Then I heard three hard knocks on the door again.

"Housekeeping!" I heard that same woman say.

My instinct was to say something, but again I said nothing. When I heard the door open, my heart skipped a beat, and I wondered how far into the room the housekeeper might step. If she only stepped into the hallway part of the room, and then into the bathroom to provide more towels, maybe she wouldn't see me on the bed.

My husband had called the front desk for extra towels earlier on, so maybe that's why she had let herself inside.

"Sorry to disturb you," she suddenly said with a soft tone. "I'm guessing your husband left you like this, right?"

"Yes," I sheepishly said. "How did you know that?"

"Because I just talked to him down in the lobby," she told me. "He wanted to know where he could get some whipped cream for his wife, and now I see why."

"He told you that I was tied up?" I asked.

"Not exactly," she answered.

"Not exactly?" I questioned her.

"I put two and two together," she replied. "You're in Las Vegas, and he seems like he's in a hurry to get whipped cream. Not for himself, not for you, but for his wife. That usually means whipped cream to use on you like you are."

"How do you know this stuff?" I asked.

"My husband and I have been working in this hotel for a little over 20 years, and we've seen a lot," she explained. "We're also into bondage sex fun, so we can pick up on that stuff when someone's talking about it without actually talking about it."

"That's impressive," I laughed. "So where is he?"

"We sent him to a nearby store where he should be able to get whipped cream," she answered. "We have a small store in the hotel that sells whipped cream, which is probably where your husband first saw it, but it ran out a little while ago. We have whipped cream cans in a couple of our restaurants, but they're not for sale."

"We?" I asked.

"Me and my husband," She answered. "I work in housekeeping, and he works in security. We're off duty right now, but I asked him to come to your room with me after we talked to your husband. My name's Maria, and his name is Carlos."

"Pleased to meet you," Carlos chimed in to say.

"And you as well," I giggled with some embarrassment. I was more excited than embarrassed, though, which they took notice.

"Like I said earlier," Maria said, "my husband and I are into bondage sex, which is one of the reasons that I wanted him to come with me to your room. I could see by how excited your husband was about getting whipped cream that he's into it, and I can see from how your beautiful body is responding that it excites you as well."

"Did my husband ask you to surprise me?" I asked.

"Not specifically," Maria answered. "On the other hand, the way he asked about extra towels made me think that he wanted a housekeeper to find you like you are now. You know, to excite you, but to also excite himself. You find getting discovered like this exciting, don't you?"

"It's very exciting!" I admitted. "I don't know why, but it is!"

"I can see that from how well your beautiful body is responding," Maria told me. "Would it be okay if we touched you?"

"I'm surprise that you haven't touched me yet," I told her. "It's not like I can stop you."

"Of course you can keep us from touching you," she said. "I know this might seem counterintuitive given how tied and helpless you otherwise are, but you're the one who's in control."

"I am?" I asked.

"When it's done right, and you're in the right relationship you are," she told me. "I know it doesn't work out that way a lot of times, but that's how it's supposed to work. The submissive is the one who's supposed to be in charge."

"I always thought it was the other way around," I told her. "And by the way, are you ever going to play with me? I am SO horny, I can hardly stand it!"

"So we have your permission?" She asked.

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed.

"Good," she laughed. "Had you not given it, I was going to have to do something for my dear husband's blue balls."

"Speaking of which," she suggested, "I think it's only fair for us to text your husband that you're in good hands with us. Is it okay to use your phone to text him? Or if you have an iPhone, maybe we could FaceTime him so that he can see for himself."

"That's a naughty idea," I told her. "Sure. Let's FaceTime him."

"Should we FaceTime him without taking off your blindfold, or would you prefer to have it removed?" She asked.

"I'd love to see the two of you in person," I told her, "but maybe it would be better to take it off later."

"I agree," Maria replied. "I think later would be best."

As much as I wanted to see them, I knew that later would be naughtier, so I was glad that they kept my blindfold on.

When the FaceTime connection was made, my poor husband was beside himself with excitement, and with relief. The excitement was for obvious reasons. The relief was for two reasons.

One was that he had gotten lost while he was out looking for whipped cream, and two was because the GPS that he finally decided to use to find his way back to the hotel showed him 40 minutes away. He could hardly believe it! And he was beside himself because he was worried about me being left on my own for so long.

"At least I'm in good hands," I told him.

"That you seem to be," he replied.

After he thanked Maria and Carlos for basically saving me, they thanked him with a laugh for having asked for extra towels, and then they thanked me for being such a great bondage sex partner.

Playfully taking advantage of the situation, they assured my husband that they'd do everything they could to make sure he'd be coming to "a wet mess" as they put it.

They weren't joking around, either. I don't know if it was from their bondage sex experiences over the years, or their own talent, probably both, but I never came so hard, and so many times in my life. They had me squirting uncontrollably to the point of me begging them to stop, which they did, but I literally had tears of intense pleasure streaming down my cheeks. It was intense!

By the time my husband got back to our room, with a few cans of whipped cream mind you, I was indeed a wet mess.

The three of them went through a can of whipped cream while kissing, licking, and worshiping me from head to each, and every toe. That 1st-time 3-on-1 bondage sex experience was amazing! We couldn't get enough of easy other!

On Saturday night we went to their house to sexually dominate Maria while we had her blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle completely naked in their bedroom. Then they did the same to me again in their bedroom. After that, Maria and I tied our husbands prone next to each other completely naked, and I jerked Carlos off to completion while Maria jerked my husband off to completion. Then she and I worshiped each other's soles and toes in front of them while they were still tied and helpless.

On Sunday night after we sent our husbands out for the evening to give ourselves privacy, I pleasured Maria, and sexually dominated her after I blindfolded her, and restrained her spread eagle completely naked.

Maria then did the same to me, but with a twist. Without objection from me because it felt so incredible, she surprised me with five woman. One was bi-sexual, and the other four were married lesbian couples.

On Monday night, Maria and I went to the house of one of the married lesbian couples who had a fully equipped bondage sex playroom where the bi-sexual woman the night before, and I were the center of attention among a group of about 60 bi-sexual or lesbian women. Included in that group was the other lesbian couple we had played with on Sunday night.

Half the time that other bi-sexual woman and I were blindfolded, and the other half we weren't. Some of that time I was blindfolded, and she wasn't. Some of that time she was blindfolded, and I wasn't. The entire time, though, both she and I were immobilized on large specialized bondage devices that faced each other.

The room uses multiple cameras around each device to create a comprehensive visual display of the area surrounding both devices. The excitement I felt being in that environment was exceptionally arousing. It was the ultimate out of body experience that was akin to masturbating, but in an obviously more comprehensive way.

That, dear readers was our wild weekend in Las Vegas.

As much as I want to repeat that entire experience again, all I really want is occasional 3-on-1 fun with Maria, Carlos, and my husband. Well, that, and as Maria has said the same, our 1-on-1 fun together is at the top of my desires.

In the meantime, I'm looking more and more at women's feet. I especially enjoy worshiping Maria's feet. Maybe I've always had a foot, and I never realized it until that wild weekend in Las Vegas.