Sometimes, all it takes is one or two Bloody Marys to loosen your tongue and spirit when you’re in a city like Las Vegas.
It works even better when you’re at a hotel bar conversing with a black stranger.
You’ve never met him before, and although you’re both married, but here in Vegas, you’re alone on a business trip while your husband is miles away at home. The conversation is great, and you’re enjoying his company. But then he places his hand on your thigh, and you feel a sudden tingling sensation travelling down your spine.
You knew from the moment he started talking that you wanted to fuck him. So, what’s stopping you?
Besides, this is Vegas, the city of sin. Whatever happens in Vegas is bound to remain there. Nobody has to know whatever adulterous fun you’re about to get into . . . especially not your husband back home.
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