Here I was in Las Vegas, USA; Somewhere I had wanted to visit for years. The city of sin, lights and excitement. Not that I was looking for sin, I was very happily married. It was my first time in America; my husband had been twice before on business and was here on business again, only this time, we had paid for my airfare so I could tag along and see the sights. We had left our son and daughter with Ray's parents and ha...

Carol joined DJ in the shower, and as he had earlier that day, he washed her carefully and dried her down. When he finished, she wrapped a towel around herself in case Kurt was still waiting in the bedroom. DJ's ministrations in the shower had made her horny again, and she would have happily dragged him back to bed if Kurt had not been in the apartment. The novelty of him being black, well-built and younger turned her on...

Carol lay in bed, ears pricked to hear if Ray had really left this time. She was tired but couldn't stop thinking about the previous evening. She was as guilty as hell but thinking about what she had done made her horny. She drew her knees up, slipped her hand between her legs, and settled her fingers amongst her tender folds. She tried to ease her guilt by telling herself that Ray had all but admitted he had tried to get...

Carol stepped into her room, the bed was made up, but little else had changed. And so she was sure Ray had not come back during the day. She entered the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror. Her clothes were covered in dust from the desert, and she looked battered and worn. She stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing herself clean, then rechecked her body and saw that apart from her puffy, abused fanny, there was...