In addition to being a pretty face, Wifey is also a good poker player. Since we’ve moved to Las Vegas, she’s often on the Strip playing Texas Hold’em. I’m of the belief that what you don’t know won’t hurt you and so I don’t ask a lot of questions about how much this costs me. 🙂
A byproduct of her gambling habits is that she’s a diamond member at the Strip casinos. When you get a Diamond Card, you get to go to the front of the line at restaurants, expedited service, free shows, the Diamond Lounge, and comp’d (complementary) rooms. Now while I’d be lying if I thought the freebees completely offset the front end costs, it has led into a number of interesting situations.
My wife Foxy’s name is Roxy but everyone called her Foxy Roxy and so now she has one name like Cher and Madonna. I’m prejudiced but she is a hottie for sure at 5′-11″ with curly brunette hair that she wears in the style of a 70’s porn star. Not real big boobs but they stick straight out and she never wears a bra. Those jugs coupled with her long legs makes her a formidable opponent at the poker table or elsewhere.
Most of the casinos have a Diamond Lounge, which is a private club where special members get free booze, food, and privacy. It’s a cosy place with friendly staff and there’s not many places in Sin City where you can get free food and free drinks. Typically most of the people in the lounge are high-rollers so the staff tends to treat us well.
Recently my wife won a poker tournament and walked away with a grand, which made her want to celebrate. So I met her at the Diamond Lounge to have a drink and get the details.
Our server was a recently divorced woman, who was really sexy and my wife immediately took a shine to her. If you’ve read my posts, you know that we are swingers and Wifey plays for both teams.
Our server was infatuated with Wifey’s boobs as they were hanging out from the poker tournament. Turns out that she used her womanly wiles and nice jugs to keep the one player distracted until she was able to take him out.
When I first saw her outside the lounge, her blouse was unbuttoned down past her nipple line and as usual was not wearing a bra. At almost six-foot, she is a tall lanky ex-model who is all leg.
So when she started flirting with our server, I could see the server didn’t stand a chance. My wife can get away with shit that would get my face slapped but she says that she can read another girl, like an open book.
So our server Zoe handed us menus and asked what we’d like to have? Wifey’s looks up at her and sweetly asked, “I don’t see you listed on the menu?”
I held my breath wondering what her reaction would be and hoped it didn’t involve a lot of screaming and threats. But as usual, Zoe took the bait and pulled the menu out of Foxy’s hand, wrote something on it, and handed it back to my wife.
She looked at the menu and a big smile crossed her face as she replied, “That’s what I want.”
Zoe looked at me and I’m no fool, so I said, “I’ll have what she’s having.” This caused both girls to laugh. Zoe walked back to the kitchen and Foxy handed me her menu. I saw Zoe’s name and phone number written on the menu.
Zoe came back in a few minutes and brought us a tray of sandwiches and snacks. My wife looked at the tray and questioned, “I don’t see what I asked for and really wanted?”
Zoe’s face turned beet red and she muttered, “Are you really serious?”
In response, Foxy ran her hand up the inside of the girl’s leg and under her short pencil skirt. Zoe’s eyes opened wide for a second and then closed as she grabbed my shoulder for support. I could see her legs trembling and was afraid she was going to crumble onto the floor.
Foxy laid her cheek on Zoe’s thigh and asked, “Can you join us for a drink?”
“Give me a minute to check and I’ll be back,” Zoe said as she stumbled off on unsteady legs.
My wife watched her walk off as she smelled her fingers. When she started sucking them all I could think of to say was, “Slut!”
“You love it,” she told me. “Besides you’d never get in her pants without my help.”
That night ended up in one of the wildest threesomes that we’ve had in a long time. As a writer of erotica (smut), I took that night and turned it into my latest story, which I think will be the tenth in the Foxy and Larry series.
Naturally the story has been shined up a little and the names changed to protect the guilty. “Coffee, Tea, or ME?” is what I call this debauchery filled romp between the sheets of our two swingers as they share another conquest.
The story should be out in the next couple of weeks and hopefully you’ll give it try. I write stroke material with somewhat of a plot, which makes it a better read than your typical stroke book.
This story as with all of mine tend to be heavy on the girl-on-girl action but filled out with oral, anal, and just plain ole bareback sex. This story is HEA (happily every after) and is a positive reflection of the best swinging has to offer. The best place to find my stories are on Amazon, SmashWords, or Kinky Literature.
As always, if you read an erotic story from me or any other author, take a couple of minutes and do a quick review on the story at the site, where you purchased it.
Watch for “Coffee, Tea, or ME?” coming soon!