I had an absolutely marvelous time in Vegas. The weather was perfect. The food was fantastic. And the sex was very, very wild. I learned a lot about Derik on this trip. He has a kinky side, he’s not into femdom or BDSM but he has some wild fantasies of his own. After a couple nights of “vanilla” sex (if you want to call sex between a married woman and her well-endowed male companion “vanilla”) Derik let his guard down and felt me out on how I would feel on having a night of being really “naughty”. He proposed that we go to a high-end Gentlemen’s Club together and I could watch him get a lap dance and he could watch me get one. I’ve done some wild things in my life: Femdom groups, played with other Femdom couples, attended a BDSM group, attended a fetish party, attended a CFNM party, etc. But I had never been to a Gentlemen’s Club. Well, you can now scratch that one off the list.
Derik knew my feelings about not wanting to see women being objectified but he assured me it would not be the case, and he was right. Derik also made sure my experience would be first class all the way. We both got dressed up and we were picked up by the club’s stretch limo, just the two of us and the driver who seemed to be a mile away. That had to be the longest limo I had ever been in.
We arrived at the club and the place was huge. I didn’t know what to expect but in my wildest imagination I was not expecting such a classy place. We were escorted to a private table and walking all around the place were some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. All week long Derik made me feel very desirable and sexy. When we left the hotel that night I thought I was one hot looking older woman. After all, I was no Vegas Virgin, I had been to the Vegas nightclubs with Ginger and although we were somewhat out of our league, we always held our own with the young and the beautiful. But once I saw the women at this Gentlemen’s Club, I felt my age and I was definitely intimidated. Derik was like a kid in a candy store, gawking at the women, which bothered me at first, but then I realized he was living out his fantasy on this night. I’m not married to Derik, he’s not my husband, he’s my male companion, my fuck buddy, my friend with benefits. So there was no need to be jealous. After a few drinks, I relaxed and just went with it.
After being approached my many women, this one woman sat at our table. She had some attitude to her, she was beautiful but she was also mature, in her early 30’s. She was European with a heavy accent and she really had her shit together. I liked her right away and Derik could tell I approved of this one. So he asked me if I would be willing to go to VIP with her, just the three of us. I didn’t know what to expect but we had come this far, so what the hell.
We went to this back room and were seated on this private couch, just the three of us. Derik had to buy a bottle of wine in addition to paying for an hour of the woman’s time. It dawned on me how the women at this club are not really being objectified. It is the men who are being used. They are having their wallets raped just to be in the presence of beautiful women. Men were paying top dollar, and I mean big bucks, just to be able to touch these women and see them semi-naked (in this club full nudity is outlawed, the women must always have on their panties). So in reality, it was the women who were in the dominant position.
Sure, the owners of the club were making a fortune but in the smaller picture it was the women making some serious cash at the expense of all these penis-led men who are controlled by their sex drive, thus they are controlled by the women who can manipulate that sex drive. The entire night was quite an education.
Getting back to us, after we each had a glass of wine, the woman gave Derik a lap dance while I watched. She immediately commented on how big Derik’s package was, and she looked at me and said “you’re a lucky girl”. I just smiled. She grinded against Derik’s package and unbutton his shirt and rubber her breasts against his face and chest. They simulated dry humping and the dancer was definitely enjoying herself. I could tell she was trying her best to rub her panty covered clit against Derik’s pants covered erection. She was really getting into it. And so was Derik. At one point she said to me, “He’s a great lover, I can tell. Most guys that come in here don’t know how to do it. They just want to grind fast and hard. Your man knows what he’s doing. Few American men are great lovers. In my country, the men know how to be slow and passionate.”
I jumped in, “you mean they know how to worship women.” She just smiled and said “that’s why I like older men. They know how to worship women. Younger men do not.” I told her to seek out submissive American men and she will find men who know how to worship women. Of course Derik is not submissive but he does respect women, which is why we connected. Derik has a submissive side and he is eager to please the woman he is with, but he is different from James. Derik is too driven by testosterone and male ego. Perhaps being endowed with a huge penis makes it difficult to be submissive after women have ogled over his package his whole life. When women makes a man feel he is God’s gift to women, he starts to believe it. To me, a guy like my husband is God’s gift to women. A humble man, a man who serves women is the kind you marry. Derik is the kind you date and fuck. His ex-wife must have come to the same conclusion.
After Derik’s lap dance was over, now it was my turn. Derik wanted to see her give me a lap dance. I was hesitant but Derik has been a good sport about me being married and using him to cuckold my husband, so I figured I owed him a fantasy fulfillment as long as it didn’t go too far. This woman was very beautiful and I must admit that I enjoyed my lap dance. I was getting aroused watching her with Derik and when it was my turn, my panties were already wet, and between the wine and the atmosphere, I got into it and we put on quite the show for Derik. We even kissed each other on our necks and the sides of our faces. And dare I make a confession here, I probably should not, and I might regret writing this, but here it goes. At one point when this woman was kissing my neck as she was grinding her body against me and had her hand up my dress rubbing my thigh, I fantasized it was Ginger doing it to me with our husbands watching. That’s kind of been one of my private fantasies lately, ever since the night Ginger and her lover wanted to have a Ménage a trois with me. That’s where my mind went during my lap dance with this woman.
After we left the Gentlemen’s Club, Derik and I went back to our hotel and we were both very horny. Once we entered our room, Derik undressed me and guided me right to the bed. It was probably the best sex of the entire trip, and that’s saying something. But if there is a downside to such an experience it is this. As Derik was fucking me, my mind wondered if he was thinking about me, or the woman from the club? Not that it matters, because I was getting the great sex, not her. But that’s why I could never do the Gentlemen’s Club with a man I was deeply in love with. I want his total devotion. I wouldn’t want him gawking over other women or fantasizing about them. Derik is my part-time lover so I was able to participate in his fantasy. I’m not so sure how I would handle it with a full-time lover and definitely not with my husband.
However, I had a very deviant thought on the plane ride home. What if I took James to this Gentlemen’s Club while he was wearing his CB6000? How humiliating that would be for him? The bouncers at the entrance of the club wand everyone down so I would have to tell them my hubby is in chastity. I can just see James’ face turning red. Then I could pick out a woman and take him to VIP and humiliate him by making him watch me with the woman. He would be denied the right to touch her. Now that might be a plan for a future trip to Vegas. Yes, that would definitely be a humiliating night for James. And perhaps Ginger could come with us and bring her hubby in his permanent chastity device. The husbands would have to watch us getting the lap dances that they pay for yet they would be denied the right to touch any of the beautiful women. The possibilities are many. We could make them tell the women who approach them at the Club that they are in chastity and not allowed any lap dances. They would have to admit that only their wives are allowed sexual pleasure. I might have to run this idea by Ginger.
There is much more I could write about my trip to Vegas. I saw several shows. I really liked “Raiding the Rock Vault” at LVH. The show was two hours long and the kind of music I grew up with. The LVH (the old Hilton) has seen better days but the show was worth the trip. We had many great meals. It would be hard to pick a favorite but perhaps the four course meal at Emeril’s Table Ten at the Palazzo might win the prize. The Colorado filet mignon and barbecue shrimp were to die for.
When I got home, my faithful hubby picked me up at the airport and he was a good boy and did all of his assigned chores. I plan on rewarding him later this week with a D&S session. I’m thinking a prolonged tease and denial session where I share all the sexual details about my time with Derik would be appropriate. I’ll be sure to share how it goes in a future post.