A couple of months ago, my husband Cal and I took a week off and flew to Atlantic City. 

One night, after seeing a show, we went to a lounge for a few drinks.

I noticed a girl at the bar looking in our direction. She was about six feet tall, with dark waist-length hair. She was wearing a leather mini and a matching jacket over a white silk blouse.

Cal squeezed my leg under the table and said, “Now there’s an order I wouldn’t mind taking home with us.”

She really did look good enough to eat, so I decided to play along. I kissed his ear and whispered, “You’d like to see us in bed together, wouldn’t you?”

I gave Leather Girl one of my sexiest smiles and the next thing I knew, she’d joined us at our table for drinks. Her name was... Read More