This happened just last year in Las Vegas. We were on a family trip with another family, so our rooms were across from one another in a major casino hotel on the strip.

During the day, we made it about the kids, but at night we’d indulge in gambling and swapping out duties watching the kids.

Admittedly, my wife is more of a gambler than I am, meaning she’s better at it altogether and stays at the tables much longer than me bc of her understanding of the games, especially Craps, which is her favorite.

Background: My petite Latina wife knows about my “hotwife” fetish for her and I’ve told her numerous times that she has a hall pass, so every now and then she’ll tease me. When a guy flirts w her and they’re engaged in a conversation, she’ll lean over to me and ask “Does that make you hard?” In times past, she’s allowed acquaintances do some soft play in front of me, but never all the way.

One of the nights we were there, the wife and I both went to the casino downstairs. Our friends took the kids and they babysat in the room. Initially, we started at the slots and moved to the Craps table. The table got hot while she was playing and I got bored, so I walked away to play some Roulette.

My short, brunette Latina milf wife was comfortably looking hot with her tight blue jeans and her black halter top, all while sporting the “fuck me” red lipstick on in full force.

I came back about 45 minutes later, stood back from a distance and noticed two taller Puerto Rican/Black men standing next to her on the Craps table. The table seemed hot & everyone looked like they were having a great time, but I did also notice on big rolls the men would hi-five her and hug her with the casual hug/ass grab. I stood there and enjoyed watching for a while and they became friendlier by having conversations w her in between rolls. Anyone on the outside probably thought she was with them.

Around 1am, I finally walked up to her and told her I was heading up to call it a night & asked if she wanted to “come up?” She said she was going to play a little longer and then head up. I told her to be careful and call me if she needed anything. I could tell she was a lil buzzed. She kissed me & as I walked away one of the two guys just glared at me & I just nodded and said “good luck.” He nodded back.

Around 3am, she came stumbling into the room and I half way woke up & went right back to sleep. Then around 3:45am, I heard the door lock quietly slap shut followed by a man’s voice but then it went quiet, so I went back to sleep. I thought maybe it was the neighbor’s room. I, myself, was exhausted and tired so I didn’t get up to investigate. I assumed my wife was in the other queen bed.

Around 5am, I heard a soft knocks on the door. I woke up and opened the door. My wife was standing in the hallway wrapped up in a hotel blanket, her shirt, no bra, socks, and only in her panties. She hurried into the room and I said “Wtf? I thought you were already here?” We had separate queen beds and we slept on opposites beds for this trip bc of the kids. She said, “Oh, I just accidentally locked myself out.” But I didn’t hear her go out? Last of anything I heard was around 3:45am and now it’s around 5am?

Then I said, “But you came in initially at 3?! It’s like 5am?!” She again replied, “I was just locked outside the room for a few mins.” And I could tell she was out of it. “She must’ve had too many drinks,” I thought to myself, but it didn’t add up? I was also still a lil buzzed and tired, myself.

Next day, I asked her what happened? How did she end up outside the room in only her panties and no card key. She said that when she woke up, she needed to use the restroom, she took off her pants, which had her phone and card key, and had mistaken the hallway door for the bathroom door. Once she was outside the room, the door was locked, so she had to knock to get back in.

I asked about the time discrepancy and she said there was no time discrepancy- In her mind, she walked out and knocked to come back into the room. Then I asked about the Craps table and she it was a great time! She said the two guys played most of the night and they did jump to new tables and hung out.

I kept wondering to myself, “Did she go to someone else’s room?” I am certain my time was correct bc I remember glancing at the alarm clock each time, but I thought nothing of it, at the time.

Later the next day, I was walking out of my room toward the elevators and from a distance I saw the same two tall Black/Puerto Rican men from the Craps table getting onto the elevator with their bags, looking as if they were checking out! They must’ve also been staying on the same floor, as us! I kept asking her about it and she smirks and jokes with me saying “Why? Does it turn you on?!” And her story stays the same.

My imagination still runs wild. I’m not mad bc it’s led to more naughty talk in the bedroom, but it’d be nice to know if she’s becoming a hotwife. The thought of her small frame getting pounded by those guys does turn me on, big time. We are planning on another Vegas trip soon, so we’ll see if there’s a repeat…What are your thoughts?