Daphne's Wildest Wives: A Hotwife and Wife Sharing Collection by Daphne Hart

Author:Daphne Hart [Hart, Daphne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

A Hotwife in Las Vegas

“Fifteen,” the dealer told Sandra. She looked at the cards in front of her and groaned. The dealer was showing a King, and probably had a nice, even 20 under there to wipe them all out. Hitting was a long shot, but standing was even worse.

She tapped her finger on the table. “Hit me,” she answered. With a smooth and practiced hand, the well-dressed dealer flipped the next card in the shoe to reveal a 7.

“22. Too many. Sorry, hon,” the man said. Sandra scowled at the dealer like the whole thing was his fault, and glanced over at her husband who seemed to be having the time of his life. He laughed as he made a couple hundred bucks on another well-played, and lucky, hand. She wasn’t a stranger to the rules of Blackjack, but her husband Tom made the whole thing look easy. He taught her basic strategy and everything she’d need to know to sit at the table for a while, but there was only so much Sandra could do with this run of bad luck she was having.

Still, Sandra couldn’t complain. She and her husband Tom just celebrated their ten-year anniversary, and since they never got a “real” honeymoon the first time around, the couple decided on throwing caution (and money) to the wind with a trip to Las Vegas. So far she was having a blast – except for these damn cards and throwing what must’ve been about a thousand dollars out the window. She shuddered as she thought about the dollar amounts at play here.

Then again, maybe it was better not to think about it.

With a swipe of his hand, the dealer quickly cleared the table and started setting up for the next hand, just in time for another couple to join Sandra and Tom at the table.

The man was younger, probably in his early 20s, and the girl with him was dressed to the nines. If it weren’t for the wedding rings each of them wore, she might’ve mistaken the woman for one of those high-end Las Vegas escorts she saw advertised everywhere. The man was handsome enough, if a little young for her taste.

“Mind if we cut in?” he laughed as they sat. “How’s it going so far?”

“Great!” her husband chimed in.

“Brutal,” Sandra groaned.

“Well hopefully we can mix things up a bit and get you folks on the right track,” he said. She could pick up the unmistakable sounds of a southern drawl in his voice. This country boy was a long way from home.

His wife was a busty blonde in a slinky red dress that plunged dangerously low… and had a slit dangerously high. It was a bit formal for the occasion, but Las Vegas was filled with girls who looked sexier than they had any right to. Hell, there were showgirls walking the strip and getting horny men to follow them into the clubs; her little red dress seemed tame by comparison.

The cards flew out to the players and she looked down at her hand.

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