It was June 2015. I was in Vegas for a pre-conference trip with my wife of then 3 years. I came in from Seattle and she flew in from back home. I got there very much earlier than she, so I checked in, grabbed a cocktail, and played some blackjack. I did okay, it made the time go by. I had been on the road all of 2015 and we hadn’t got any time away from our daughter. This was a much needed connection time.

Her flight landed, and it would be about 30 minutes before she would get to the Palazzo. I had a limo waiting for her. She arrived and was very happy to see me. I could tell she had some wine on the plane in her first class seat. We weren’t rich, but she was going to get treated like a queen. We kissed and hugged, and I took her bags and we headed to the room. It was fairly late, and I could tell she was tired. We talked on the way to the room about her flight, and what I had done.

I was not going to complain about going to bed right away, we hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I too was tired. Let me backup and set the stage of our sexual backgrounds. I started early, really early. Nothing illegal or dangerous, but just experimenting with myself and my friends. That drove my libido to an insane level as a pre-teen, teen, and continued all the way till today. My desire is to please my lover. I don’t normally fatigue too bad during sex, and pleasing her is the most important goal of mine. Kissing is what drives my internal chemistry. I love oral sex, and for whatever reason, I can stay hard and cum 20 times with no problem. I honestly feel it’s a curse. Sometimes my libido gets the better of me, and sex is all I can focus on. A masterbation or 3 will take care of that usually. She on the hand, was raised to not be affectionate, or loving, and sex was the devil. So with all that she would be defined as a prude. She loved me, I had no doubt. She couldn’t control the learned behavior she was taught. Coupled that with other character traits, we really were a bad mix sexually, chemically, and general affection. She for example didn’t like kissing, or the thought of a tongue or more in her mouth. Even though she was a pretty good kisser herself, and for a prude, gave an amazing blow job.

She unpacked her suitcase, and we prepared for bed. We basically had a nice little kissing session, and some quick but really good love making. She came, I came, we retired. One thing about her, she used to never cum. I am not God’s gift…. but she never came without a toy before. It didn’t take me long to figure out her body had other ideas than her mind. However, like everything, its mind over matter. Her body wanted to cum, and cum some more. It was always ready, wet, and cumming in no time. Even orally. Once she got her mind out of the way, and listened to me to be patient, it was much more enjoyable. Yet, her libido never changed. She wouldn’t beg to be fucked, or normally initiate. She mentally had little drive for sex. Even after all these amazing orgasms, she is a squirter too. But as I said it’s mind over matter. We went to bed, and slept in a bit. Had a nice morning quickie, sideways, and we both woke up with a smile and wetness.

We really spent the next two days at the pool. It was 104 degrees that time of year, which was unseasonably hot. Of course it’s a dry heat, but it will light your ass up regardless. We met some couples from around the states, and had a great time drinking and getting to know one another. We set up a dinner reservation and went to see the “Michael Jackson” show at the Mandalay Bay. Dinner was amazing, lots of laughs and stories. The MJ show, however, was so impressive. I grew up an MJ fan but this was incredible, like seeing the late signer in person. We danced in the isles the whole time.

We were not that old, but we were never night owls. We all got in the limo and came back to the Palazzo/Ventian. Everyone was done for the night except the single girl. I am sure her hot little ass went clubbing to find her some quality cock. We went to the room, showered, and immediately went to sleep.

The next day (no morning sex) was almost the same, same group at the pool, except when dinner came, it was a me and wifey night. We went and had Del Monico’s and she wanted to play some Blackjack. She would be leaving the next morning so we stayed up a little bit. Dinner was fabulous, the wine was delicious, and just being with her was great after so much time away from home. We went to the Black Jack tables, sat down, and got our chips. I am no high roller, but I understand math. You can’t beat the system, but you can take advantage of it when the numbers are in your favor. Wifey was not the black jack expert either, but knew the basics, and would look my way when it was in questions. Which happened a lot. She is not a big gambler, but we both were on a heater. At one time she was playing 125 a hand relectetly. I was at 250, again, that is not normal but we were on a roll. At the end of the night we left with 14K. I think the most I ever won in a trip, much less a day in Vegas.

She made a point to say she was taking that home, and we agreed to leave 4K with me. I still had 4 days of conference, customers, and colleagues. It was 2AM, and time to go to bed. Her flight was at 11, but she had a car for 9:30.

We went to the room, didn’t even shower, she was exhausted and basically fell asleep in my arms. I was hoping for some romance, but it was way past her bedtime, and even though her body wanted it she was mentally gone. Soon I was too. I normally wake up before the alarm clock, and with a cock that is at times is painfully hard. I playfully sometimes roll over and lay it against or on her. This morning she was on the struggle bus, and got up to use the restroom and take her shower. I actually felt crushed. Dissed again. And right before she is leaving. Why wouldn’t she want to sleep with her hubby before going home? It’s not like I was going home with her.

So she packed up her bags while I showered and when I got out she was pretty much ready. I was like well you’re in a hurry, and she said she wanted to get home and see our daughter.

So I walked her down, and inside my dark side couldn’t wait for her to get in that car. The driver grabbed her bag, and I hugged her, simple peck kiss and put her in the car.

She texted me in about 15 minutes to ask if I was upset. I said yeah kinda, we had a great weekend and you acted like you couldn’t leave soon enough, and sex wasn’t even an option. She was like OMG, and I said stop. It is not out of the question to ask, or even think she may want to have good bye sex. I said just enjoy your flight, I needed to get ready for the conference.

The conference was going to be with 2 executives I worked with, one is my best friend and mentor. So we were going to have fun, and probably get in some guy group trouble. They arrived later that night, so I had a day. I thought about the pool, or gambling, but first was food. I ate and started thinking about my sexual needs. I am no stranger to messing around, whether professional or not. I was also hurt and neglected/rejected. So the confidence wasn’t high at all. So I took a nap, and then went to the pool. I probably came 4 or 5 times to release my frustration.

They got there later, we had dinner, and they were pretty beat. But we stayed up till 1AM at the tables. No one really won or lost. Tomorrow the conference started at noon. so we all retired to be ready for that.

The next two days were a blur, not from drinking but just meeting and talking. Felt like we ate all the time and of course drank. The last night I stayed up too long and woke up not feeling well. I asked my buddy if I could leave my bags in his room as I was taking the red eye, they left the next morning. I did that, and went and joined them for lunch. After some ha ha moments of stories about me, we had some real work conference calls. So we used his room. Well, the calls were short, and we thought how fun it would be to drink everything in his mini bar, and boy did we. He came up with us about 3/4 through it, and was like you Mother Fuckers. We must have laughed for an hour. I made him a drink and he said you owe. The other two guys left and he said okay fuckers lets go. I said where, he said you know where. You are taking me to a strip club. I said homie, I have been to Vegas for 17 years, and never went. He couldn’t believe it. It was 3:30 and hell I wasn’t sure any were open. So we grabbed some cash and got a cab. He said I don’t think any are open. But he made a call and took us to a full nude on, which meant no alcohol. We were tanked enough, that was fine.

We were the only guys there once we paid the cover charge. We could see a table of the girls to the back. Each one came out and did a dance on stage. One grabbed his attention, and I paid for a dance for him. I watched two more girls dance, but nothing really struck me. I am not a huge strip club guy anyway.

Then she came out, our eyes met. A lightning bolt hit me, I was sure I had no effect on her. She did her dance and got really close to where I was sitting. She wasn’t the most pole gifted dancer, but she was beautiful. Her eyes and mine stayed locked. I think she was thinking I am going to get him for some money. I didn’t care at the time, and wasn’t ready to even go there. She danced, and when she finished came over and talked to me. My buddy was still with the other girl. I am not sure what 300 lasted, but it was a good while. So “Kate” and I talked and chatted like we were friends. She asked where I was from, and all that. I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring, hadn’t for 1 year, so that didn’t come up. Later she told me they assume all men are married, and she was right. We got to the point of our conversation, she asked about dances, and I said sure. We talked about my upcoming trip to Argentina and she said how much she loved to travel. I told her, well, maybe some nice guy would ask her sometime. She chuckled.

She took me back to the VIP area, and it was a lounge type couch. She stripped down naked and started a dance just above me. Our eyes are still on each other. I still looked her up and down, I couldn’t help myself but look at her ass when she turned around. It was the kind I like. Decently long legs, thick strong thighs, with that apple ass. She had great medium sized tits, but I could have cared less. She danced above me where her pussy was right above me. It was everything I had in me not to just start sucking on it. It was beautiful. Good looking lips, and a perfect clit. I could see it was definitely moist. Near the end of her dance was more touching of me, and rubbing on me. I was hard as a rock and she knew it. Rubbing it with both her hand and her ass. When she was done, we again sat down at the table and talked. My friend came back, I think he spent another 200 and got his dick sucked. I thanked her for a lovely time and told her she really seemed like a sweetheart. She thanked me, and asked me if I had plans for dinner? Wait what?

We exchanged numbers, but didn’t set a definite time for dinner. I told her my flight was 10:35PM, so it would have to be earlier than normal. She normally got out at 6 so that would be no problem. As things would have it, she ended up having to work a little later, and I actually got wrapped up in an outage at work. We met there about 8:10 and I told her we could not get seated for at least an hour. I had to get on the plane, and couldn’t be late. I had some important things to do and papers to sign the next day. She understood. As we hugged and kissed on the cheek she asked me if I was serious about a nice guy taking her to Argentina. Well Hell no, but without hesitation I said yes ma’am. That would be awesome. She said let me think about it. I will never forget on Thursday, June 4th I met such an amazing woman that happened to be a stripper (which I could have cared less about).

I couldn’t get her off my mind from the airport to home. Home, right I am married. As usual, I was not greeted with a pick up or much pleasantries at home. It was what I was used to though. We went and signed what we needed to do, and it was a very redundant weekend with the family and kiddos. We spent the weekend at the lake which was our norm. No real affection or intimacy, and I was back on the road to Cali on Sunday afternoon. “Kate”, who is really Kayla and I exchanged a few messages. She was traveling the next day, and wanted to see if our layovers were anywhere near. They were not. I was off to Cali for work. Not knowing how much my life would change that week.

I arrived on a normal Sunday flight to SFO. We would leave in the morning to head to one of our other locations. It was a very normal morning, we left fairly early to beat traffic.