As promised, here is a very detailed description of what I got up to in Vegas a few weeks ago.  Most of this was written by Penny and I have personally cum 3 times reading this and I was there!!!

Enjoy guys…….

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 shawows 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.

As I begin to write about what happened when the three of us got inside  the hotel room I realized that it seems like it was planned or staged  which in a way it was.  In the weeks leading up to the trip the three of us spoke in depth about the ‘rules’, our boundaries and our turn ons.   Although, after the three of us got along so well in the pool, and  Dave’s experience I think it probably would have gone the same anyway.

Having an extra guy has been a fantasy of Pat and I for years.  We’ve  both spoken about it a lot.  For me, the idea of watching Pat with  another guy is probably the hottest fantasy I have.  For Pat, watching  me with another guy as well as having me ‘spit roasted’ (Pat and a guy  both fucking me and me sucking the other off) is his fantasy.  And…  Pat

I think it shows how amazing Pat and I are together when both our fantasies are of the other person.

Saying that, Pat has never been with a guy.  Zero guy/guy contact.  He  has never made out with a guy, never touched another guys cock and his  only real turn on towards guys stems from his days swimming and guys in  speedos.  We both thought it was a little bit odd until we realized that there are a lot of guys who are turn on by speedos which lead us to  meet Dave Speedo Evans.

Neither of us are into anal, Pat and I have tried it and it doesn’t do  it for me. Obviously Pat has never received anal and while he doesn’t  mind a finger (pinkie) occasionally when I’m blowing him in the shower  or hottub, it isn’t much of a turn on for him.  Fucking Dave… that is  something he might be into as you will find out.

As for Dave’s rules, if you guys have read anything about Dave he is up for just about anything.

Now that we have established all the rules I should return to us  entering the hotel room.  I opened the door and walked in, my husband  Pat wearing a t-shirt and a towel wrapped around his red speedos and  Dave Speedo Evans followed us in with a pair of shorts over his black  ADIDAS speedos.  It really was about to happen, our first bisexual  threesome.

Dave definitely started things off, before the door had even closed  behind him, he had ripped Pat’s towel off him and it seemed like in one  motion Dave was stripping down to his speedos.

Again, this was something that the three of us had talked about online  earlier about so I took my dress off (now I was just in my bikini) and I sat down on one of those cheap hotel chairs to enjoy the show that I  knew was about to begin.  Man handling Pat, who had taken his shirt off  and was down to just his red lycra speedos, he and Dave were on the king sized bed on their knees facing each other.

Dave asked Pat if he was ready and without replying, my husband kissed a man for the first time.

It was unbelievably hot.

Pat’s hands were holding Dave’s head and watching Dave’s hands grab my  husbands butt pulling them together.  They were both hard and when  someone wears a speedo it is pretty obvious.

The two of them were grinding their cocks together a little bit but this mustn’t have been enough for Dave who moved one of his hands from my  husbands arse to the front of his speedo and started rubbing it from the drawstring all the way between Pat’s legs past his balls.

Writing this it reads like this was all in about 10 seconds but it was really five minutes or so.

I was incredibly turned on and had my hand down the front of my bottoms  but enough about me, the real action was going on in the bed in front of me.

As if I wasn’t turned on enough, Dave then asked Pat if he was ready to suck his first cock.