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 Robin, and up close she was even more desirable.

As soon as Cal headed for the bathroom, she put her hand on my leg. “Jamie, would you like to come up to my room for a drink?” she asked.

“Robin,” I said, “you have no idea how tempting that is, but I can’t just  leave my husband.” She said she understood. Her hand was still on my leg as I contemplated her offer, and feeling her touch was making me so hot.

Cal had stopped at the bar for another round of drinks before returning to the table. He asked, “Honey, would you be awfully upset if I sat in on the poker tournament?” I might have been a little too quick with my response. “Sure, baby, have a good time. I’ll hang out with Robin. Call my cell phone when you’re finished,” I said.

He left, and we were just seconds behind him.

In the elevator, Robin put her hands on my hips, pulled me around, and lowered her mouth to mine. My juices flowed as I experienced my first kiss with another woman.

I was completely under Robin’s spell as she closed the door and took me in her arms. She kept the pace slow, building my desire as she removed my top. My skirt and bra soon followed, leaving me in my panties.

She sat me on a velvet-covered bench and stood behind me. She cupped my breasts and made my already-stiff nipples even harder. She continued working my boobs as my hand slid between my legs and began rubbing my pussy. “That’s it, Jamie,” she whispered. “Touch yourself. See how good it makes you feel.” I slid a finger inside myself as she moved around and kneeled before me. She took one of my nipples between her lips.

She stood in front of me as I slid my finger in and out of my pussy, watching her undress. When she was down to her panties, I was so hot, I’d have come just from fingering myself. Robin must have sensed this because she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine, but at the same time she pulled my hand away. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth as she sank to her knees.

She pulled her lips from mine and whispered, “I want you now, Jamie. I need to taste your sweet pussy. I want to make you come.”

Her tongue caressed my clit. When I felt her fingers slip into me, I moaned. The incredible sensation of her tongue was driving me mad. My hands were in her hair and I began humping her face. “Oh, yes, Robin!” I cried. “Eat my pussy! I’m going to come!”

She pulled my clit with her lips and I exploded. I had one mind-blowing orgasm after another. My legs flew over her slim shoulders, and my heels dug into her as I strained against Robin’s hungry mouth.

As it always does after I climax, my clit became sensitive and I had to push her away while I caught my breath.  Robin knelt between my legs and cupped my breasts as her lips covered mine. I opened my mouth wide, tasting my come on her lips and tongue. My body tingled as we hugged. Then she sat back on her haunches and asked, “Tell me, Jamie: Wasn’t this better than some silly fantasy?”

Had I mentioned this secret desire while we made love?, I thought. But I said, “You cannot believe how wonderful it was.” I stared down at her and knew it was time for me to complete the fantasy. I was reaching for her when my cell phone went off. I was tempted to ignore it, but I answered it anyway.

It was Cal. “Hi, honey. I didn’t last long,” he said.

I thought, Neither did I.