Last weekend I was invited, by Penny and Pat to join them in Vegas for their anniversary.
This invitation wasn’t to catch up or celebrate, it was an invitation to fuck them both. I had met Penny and Pat on the speedo Forum that I run. Pat was a swimmer in school and had always had a thing for speedos. He met Penny in college and she is turned on by guys in speedos and encouraged Pat’s fetish. Over the years we exchanged photos and stories.
Penny and Pat had experienced sex with more than just each other but only after a game of strip poker and there was no bisexual contact, it was two couples just swapping partners.
Pat has no guy/guy experience but it very curious and seeing her husband with another guy is Penny’s number one fantasy.
When Penny and Pat decided to spend a couple of days in Vegas for their 6th wedding anniversary they shot me a message asking if I’d like to join them. Of course I’d love to join them!
Without further a due, I’m going to hand this over to Penny…
Pat and I were soooo excited. It has been a long winter and the idea of hanging out at the pool in 95 degree heat just sounded divine. Who am I kidding, we were both excited to finally meet the famous Dave Speedo Evans in person and even more excited for what the three of us would get up to in the bedroom.
We were staying at Planet Hollywood, Dave was staying at Paris and expected to get in a few hours before we arrived. Since Paris has the nicer pool, we agreed to meet there around 3pm.
Despite the excitement, we were both a little nervous for sure but we were both eager beavers. After lining up to check in, we got to our room and wanted to get to the pool ASAP. I put on my black bikini with a loose dress over the top, Pat put on his red speedos (both our favorites). It was only then that Pat realized I hadn’t packed ANY shorts for him. He wasn’t upset but he was bothered a little bit. I figured that if we ate out he would wear jeans and during the day we’d be either in the pool or the hotel room so his speedos should be enough.
While Pat was a swimmer in school and a little bit in college, he isn’t totally comfortable wearing his speedo out in public. He definitely has but more often than not it is as a joke, after a few drinks or somewhere that we don’t know anybody. Having no choice but to wear his little red speedos in Vegas was outside the box for Pat but like I say, he didn’t have any choice.
We poured a drink, Pat wrapped a towel around his waist and we headed down to the pool.
The pool at Paris is gorgeous and huge. I was surprised just how many people were there, hundreds. There was no way to get a chair that close to the pool which made me smile because it meant that Pat would have to walk past a lot of people in his speedo.
He did it though, I felt proud that Pat turned a few heads in his red speedo. He still has that swimmers build that I love and he looks amazing just in a speedo. We slipped into the pool with our drinks and continued to look around for Dave…. Pat spotted him first.
We had gotten in the pool nearly the complete opposite side of the pool from him but once I saw him he stood out. He was the only other guy, out of hundreds, wearing a speedo, a black speedo. Dave was sitting on the side of the pool just below the lifeguard chair, drink in hand, red baseball cap and looking straight at us with a cheese eating grin that we could see from the 100 yards or so across the pool. The pool isn’t very deep, belly button depth maybe so we started working our way through the throngs of people towards Dave.
It felt like we took for ever to cross that darn pool, the whole time I could feel Dave looking at us and as we got closer I could see that Dave looked hot. Unlike Pat, Dave’s tan was all over and didn’t show the white thighs of a guy who doesn’t usually wear speedos in public like Pat. And he oozed confidence.
As we got within 10 yards or so Dave slipped into the pool and walked towards us. It was like old friends catching up after not seeing each other for years. Hand shakes and hugs all round, toasting our drinks and laughing about Pat being forced to ‘speedo it up’ as Dave says. While I’m sure Pat felt awkward walking from our towels to the pool, after a few minutes it really didn’t seem like a big deal, or any deal, at all. We ended up sitting on some steps right near the lifeguard, Dave went off to grab more drinks and we settled in for a wonderful afternoon.
As the shadows got longer we moved around the pool to avoid the shadow of the fake Eiffel Tower, different people joined us and chatted, we chatted to the lifeguard (just a kid) who took some photos for us. Dave’s mobile phone is waterproof so we had some fun with that (yes I have those photos but they are for private consumption only).
Throughout the afternoon the drinks flowed and we really did have a great time.
Pat and Dave got a little bit of attention from two groups of girls so perhaps somewhere out there in social media there are some pics of my husband and the famous Dave Speedo Evans in the pool in their speedos. If you find some, please send them through to us.
Things finally wound down and it was time to exit pool right. Dave suggested we all get changed and meet at his room for some drinks but I was really horny and keen to get the naughty part of Vegas going. I countered Dave’s suggestion and said he should come back with us to our hotel room. He didn’t argue. We packed up, Dave put on some shorts over his speedos, Pat wrapped a towel around his waist, I threw my light dress over my bikini and we headed back.
Things had been so great at the pool that any reservations I had about our first real threesome were alleviated and now I was just horny to start the action. From the semi chub that Pat had in the front of his red speedo for the last hour, he was feeling the same.
We were on the twenty something floor and after some people got out on lower floors we had the elevator to ourselves and Dave asked us if we were ready for what was about to happen….. Pat and I both answered in the affirmative, things were about to get hot and I was about to see my husband fuck and suck another man. It felt like the anticipation before I lost my virginity, and I guess this was going to be the popping of our bisexual threesome cherry.
