For the first time in several days, Las Vegas was bathed in sunlight. It has been gloomy and depressing in Sin City. However, nothing like most of the country is seeing. At least we don’t have snow up to our behinds.

I’m beginning to believe that Climate Change has been beneficial to Las Vegas, unlike other parts of the country. Our weather seems to be averaging out and becoming cooler in the summer and slightly milder in the winter. Unlike California, we don’t have forests to burn and unlike the mid-west and eastern parts of the country, we don’t have snow to shovel. As a displaced Texan, I don’t miss the hurricanes and tornadoes which seemed to roar ashore with regularity.

Winter in Las Vegas is somewhat of a joke. This morning it was 37 degrees Fahrenheit but will be in the mid-Fifties by lunchtime, and the sun is shining brightly in a clear blue sky.

As I was driving down a street near my house, I saw a teenage girl skateboarding to school. The interesting thing was the girl was wearing black shorts, knee socks, and black fishnet hose. You go, girl!

I’m finishing up my seventh year as a writer of erotic stories. I’ve published over thirty novel or novella-length stories to date and feel I’m doing reasonably well. Unless you are the one in a million writers who pens the next 50 Shades, writing smut is not something you’re going to get rich doing. For me, it’s a labor of love as I enjoy writing dirty stories but it is nice that my writing income allows me to buy computers and camera equipment without feeling guilty about spending the cash.

I’m currently working on two projects, House Party 2, and as of yet unnamed cuckold – Hotwife story, which I have high hopes for.

House Party 2 or HP2, as I like to think of it, tie up some of the loose ends I created in House Party. The initial story, House Party, has been very successful and can be read for free if you have a Kindle Unlimited account ($10/mo) by clicking this link.

I’ve never made any bones about the fact that we are in the Lifestyle or swingers and that has been a lot of fun for us. While I don’t want to talk anyone into trying this, but it is safer than hang-gliding or driving some of our streets at 3 AM.

My stories have always been what we call HEA or Happily Ever After in the industry. Writers are taught that you need conflict and resolution in a story but I’ve never been able to do that as we’ve always enjoyed the Lifestyle.

So this time I spread my wings somewhat and wrote into House Party that Larry’s wife Foxy ran off with a guy from California and got involved in the porn movie business. I couldn’t bring myself to have them fighting but simply that she got a wild hair and ran off.

Now I’m trying to bring them back together in HP2 but the story is not yet complete. I’m whats called a “pantster” or someone who writes from the seat of their pants. I write by imagining the story and letting it play out like an act between my ears. So I often only have a vague idea of where the story will end up as I simply walk behind the characters and write down what they do.

I’ve even had stories that veered so far off the original idea that I had to go back and change the title. To me, the characters are real and they often don’t do what I want them to.

To whet your appetite, I’ve enclosed an X-Rated excerpt from House Party 2. It’s still in draft stage and subject to change and/or correction, but enjoy:

Driving home to shower and change clothes for his date with Violet, Doug received a text message on his personal phone. There were no words, only a picture of a woman’s hand holding a big hard cock. He immediately whipped into a shopping center parking lot to study the picture.

Deep down, he knew that this was his wife’s hand, and it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. The hard dick in her hand looked like it was made out of steel, with pre-cum running down the head.

Blowing up the picture on his phone, he could make out the lipstick outline of a pair of lips on the cock. He was convinced that his wife had kissed the shaft of Larry’s cock before taking a selfie for her husband’s enjoyment or shock! The wedding ring on the girl’s hand confirmed that he was looking at his wife holding Larry’s hard tool.

I can’t believe my wife is sending me dick pics of her lover’s rod as she plays with it. As he’s staring at his wife’s lover’s cock, his phone beeps with another text. Swiping to the next picture, at first, it looks the same. Then he realizes that there are subtle differences. Now there is a lipstick ring around the helmet, and the pre-cum has been cleaned off.

Oh, God, Rachel has been sucking his cock, is all Doug can think about. This is all my fault!

Then here it comes; the next picture is a closeup of a girl’s lips wrapped around Larry’s big cock. Doug can see her tongue working the dick as she sucks on it. His cock throbs with need just like Larry’s cock is probably doing in his wife’s mouth right now.

Doug can’t help himself but pulls out his dick and starts jacking off as he looks at the pictures of his wife cheating on him.

Hopefully, he’ll send me a picture of his cock in Rachel’s pussy, Doug tells himself as he tries to relieve himself.

Suddenly, there is a banging on his car window, and he looks up to see an older woman beating on his window with her phone, while yelling, “Pervert! I’m going to call the police!”

Doug started to tell her that I am the police but decided to drive away instead! Good thing I’m in an unmarked patrol car, he told himself.

The next picture came at a red light. Glancing down, he saw a selfie of his wife’s face with white stuff all over her lips. Fuck, he’s already shot off in my wife’s mouth before I’ve even had a chance to pick up my date!

He quickly pounded out a message to his wife, “Did you suck Larry off?”

Almost immediately, his phone rang with an incoming FaceTime call from his wife. Accepting the call, the screen cleared, and there was Rachel, licking cum off her lips.

“Did you suck Larry off?” He shouted.

“Doug, you don’t have to yell! I heard you the first time, but you’ll have to be more definitive?”

“More definitive?”

“When are you talking about? Are you asking if I just sucked Larry off or sometime in the past?” his wife asked innocently while continuing to lick what looked like jizz, off her lips.

“Is that Larry’s cum on your lips?” Doug loudly asked.

Taking her time to draw out the suspense, Rachel took a final swipe at the corner of her mouth and then sucked her fingertips. Finally, she looked at him with a shit-eating grin on her face and replied, “Oh, you want to know if I just sucked your best friend off at Dairy Queen?” She laughed as she scanned the room with her phone and ended up with a shot of the two people sitting at the table next to them with their mouths hanging open.

“The next thing you’ll want to know is if I swallowed your best friend’s spunk?” Then she laughed and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. “See, all gone!” Rachel cackled as she panned the room with her cell phone.

Doug could see that his wife had a half-empty malt in front of her as she scooped out more vanilla ice cream and ate it with relish. She was a messy eater and got more of the white stuff on her face than in her mouth.

Larry was sitting across from her and trying as hard as he could to not burst out laughing.

He felt like an idiot, but the evidence had been so incriminating. All he could say was, “Sorry!”

“Well, you should be!” Rachel said with a laugh. “Of course, later on, the answer to your question will probably be completely different! Have fun tonight with Violet!” Then he was staring at a blank screen after his wife hung up on him.

That’s all for now folks and be sure to follow me to stay up with my musings!