OMG My Wife Is A Porn Star

After college I meet up with Debbie, and we started to date again. Within a year we got married. She had a degree in finance, and mine was in accounting. We both got good jobs with the same major bank in Detroit. We had two children a boy and a girl, and things seemed to be going very well for us.

Debbie and I both worked for the same bank, but in different departments. She ended up getting a rather large promotion, and a job transfer to Orlando Florida. They had no position there for me, so I ended up resigning. Figuring that I could find a job once we were in Orlando.

O how wrong I was. After about a year there, the housing market crashed, she had an affair with her boss the bank president. We got a divorce, and I lost out on everything. I sold what little that I had, and left Florida to head out west.

I ended up in Las Vegas, working in the casino accounting department, of a major hotel. I was not making millions, but it paid the bills. I had a small two bedroom apartment, a couple miles from the strip. I worked a 12-hour shift from 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., for three days. Then had three days off, and worked the 12-hour shift from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m., and then another three days off. God how I just hated the night shift. It played havoc with my sleeping hours.

Let me tell you alittle about me. I am 29 years old, 5’10” tall, 185 pounds. I have darkish blonde hair, with gray eyes. I keep myself fit and trim by working out at the hotel, on my three days off. I can use the hotel’s exercise room, and pool, as long as it does not interfere with the hotel guest.

I had worked there for a year and dated alittle bit, but nothing serious, just a night out for dinner and a fuck, and never the same girl twice. I still have not gotten over the ass fucking I took from the divorce. I was not about to make the same mistake twice.

After working the day shift, I would usually stop at the same bar in the hotel’s casino, and have a drink. I would chat with the female bartender for a while, as I wound down from the days work session. She was a bleach blonde and very friendly, but the casino frowned on employees having relationships with other employees. So we just kept it casual.

One day while I was having my customary after work drink, a gorgeous blonde sat down next to me and order a drink. Her perfume was very intoxicating. I smiled and nodded to her, but somehow I was tongue tied, and did not say much. I finished my drink, said good bye to the bartender, and left. The same thing happens the next couple of days. I would be just finishing up my drink, and this same blonde would show up and order the same drink. I never spoke to her, just nodded an acknowledgment.

I was off three days, and then three days on the night shift, and off for three more days, before I started my day shift. I stopped by the bar for my usual drink and chatted with the bartender.

“Hey has that blonde with the great smelling perfume, been around in the last week or so?” I asked the bartender.

She shook her head no, “I have not seen her in here since you last were here.” She told me.

O well I thought to myself. She was not met for me anyway. I finished my drink, and headed home. The routine stayed the same for the next few months. I had a tough week coming up, as I was filling for a guy who was going on vacation. It would be five straight days of the 12-hour day shift, before I would get some time off.

It was the last day of the shift, and I had three days off coming up next. I sat down for my evening drink, before going home. When I smelled that intoxicating perfume. She down in the stool next to me, and smile at me.