Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, but in Sin City, there is no rest for the wicked. Las Vegas Boulevard, a.k.a. The Strip, is an excellent place for people-watching on a Saturday night when we don’t have a house party to go to.

Wifey had a poker tournament on the Strip last night, and I met up with her after she cashed out. Her Diamond status gets us into the private Diamond lounge for free drinks and booze. Most MGM properties have a private club for high rollers to escape the riff-raff. But the pickings were slim last night, and we couldn’t find another couple to hit on.

On poker nights, Foxy is always deliciously dressed with serious boobage to keep the other player’s minds off their card games. At six foot and barely in compliance with local obscenity ordinances, my wife is easy on the eyes.

I love to show off what I have for arm candy, and we decided to go to the Aria Hotel and see what we could find. The Aria is one of the newer hotels on the Strip and is great for people-watching. The casino was buzzing as usual, and we cruised around looking for potential hookups. People parading through the lobby of the more upscale hotels usually makes it a target-rich environment.

While we somewhat struck out, we did meet an interesting couple from Salt Lake City. They were in their forties, and the blonde wife was marginally dressed, like Foxy. Her mini dress was about the same length as my wife’s and showed off her great legs and large jugs.

We only got to talk to them for a few minutes as they were heading out to a party and, I think, were swingers by some of their comments. Of course, her lack of underwear was also a clue. When you’re in the lifestyle, it gets easier to identify fellow perverts.

When the woman discovered I was a photographer, she got especially interested in talking to us and wanted to come back for a photoshoot. We walked over to an area with few people, and I took some shots of her with my phone. Foxy was posing her and getting free feels for her troubles. That’s how I discovered her lack of panties.

They said they like to come to Vegas as Salt Lake is pretty conservative, and it’s less likely that they will run into someone from the neighborhood. As best I could tell, they were a hotwife–cuckold couple, as he appeared to love watching us with his wife. We bid them adieu after exchanging contact information and a promise to hook up soon. I kissed her goodbye and was rewarded with tongue but not quite as good as my wife got. More to come when we get with them again.

My latest book, The Shrink, is coming along nicely. Especially since I thought I was through with the story but decided to tack some more onto it. I’ve started a new story as a follow-up but only have the beginnings of the first two chapters.

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I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life. I write about what we do and see, especially swingers, unicorns, Hotwives, and cuckolds. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. Larry Archer’s porn stories are generally positive and fun, as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. I publish at all the typical outlets if you want to check out my stories.

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