“Damn Cassie, you got to chill a little bit.”
I said it half-jokingly, but my request was a real one. The world spun as I looked around. It was 1 a.m. in the morning at one of the nightclubs on top of the Vegas strip. Actually, it was a “night swim,” and about half of the clubgoers were in swim attire. Among them were Cassie, Damon, and myself.
Check my previous posts if you haven’t seen me describe Cassie yet. I’ll be brief: Cassie is young, Latina, and perfectly thick, with juicy, enhanced DDs and an even juicier ass. That night, she wore a deep red one piece swimsuit with a g-string back. Honestly, it was probably a bit too revealing, even for a nightclub swim, but we received no complaints.
Now, if you don’t know, I have a major hotwife fetish. We’ve been at it a while, and have vetted and connected with a good amount of bulls. Tonight, we connected with Damon in person for the first time, after a long time teasing and flirting on Kasidie. Damon’s 38, with a lot of experience in the lifestyle. A former D1 athlete who didn’t look a day over 25, Damon definitely appealed to Cassie. The three of us linked up at our hotel before heading over to the nightclub, where we hoped to pregame for some fun after.