The city lights flickered and danced through the window, casting an eerie glow on the darkening room. She sat there, on the edge of the bed, gazing out from her hotel room window as he left to get a towel to clean her up.

Somewhere below her, her husband sat in a private room at a table in a high-stakes poker game with his buddies. To be honest, poker bored her to tears. All that sitting around waiting for cards, the occasional bet. Yawn. Her presence here was nothing more than a bet.

Suddenly, a raucous cheer erupted from the direction of the craps tables. Intrigued, she made her way down to investigate the source of the commotion. As she approached, her eyes landed on an incredibly attractive black man. Fit and distinguished, with salt-and-pepper temples, and a confident air about him. He flashed a sly, knowing smile her way.

She couldn't help but notice the massive stack of chips in front of him. The sign read "$100 minimum bet." Her eyes widened in disbelief. This man was loaded!

The crowd around the table continued chanting and cheering him on as he rolled the dice over and over, hitting win after win. She looked up at him as the dealer pushed the dice back to him and was surprised to see him looking back at her. As their gazes locked, she felt a thrill, unlike anything she'd known before.

He caught her staring and motioned her over with a crook of his finger. She looked around as if to say "Me?" He laughed and beckoned her again.

She sashayed over to him. Her heart pounded as she tentatively approached the table. He handed her the dice with a roguish wink.

"Your roll," the handsome man said smoothly, holding out the dice.

She couldn't look away if she tried. Her heart pounded as she grasped the smooth ivory cubes. In a daze, she shut her eyes and let the dice fly. Time seemed to freeze as she watched them flip in the air. Before she could even register the result, the table exploded in cheers and hoots.

Adrenaline surged through her veins as the table racked up win after win with her beginner's luck. It was like a rush, being the center of attention, high-fiving and fist-pumping the other players as she raked in the winnings. Even though the money wasn't hers, it was exhilarating beyond belief.

But when the mysterious man placed a hand on her back, she knew she should tell him she was married. Somehow, the words got lost on her tongue. All that came out was a breathless smile up at him, his gray-flecked dark eyes boring into hers.

He leaned in and purred, "One more roll. All or nothing." The man had wagered all his winnings on the line. The crowd gasped at the audacity of his bet.

With a shaking hand, she took the dice, drew in a deep breath, extended her arm, and sent them tumbling in a high arc. Time seemed to slow as the dice clattered across the craps table and bounced. When they came to rest, the table erupted like a volcano. Pandemonium. The world became a blur as the man grabbed her, pulled her in, smashed his lips against hers, and kissed her deeply as the dealers counted out his winnings.

In a daze, she walked by his side as security escorted him to collect his massive winnings. He slipped her a wad of bills—any sum she'd ever seen. "For being my good luck charm," he said with a roguish grin.

Caught up in the moment, she let him pull her to the elevators and followed him to his penthouse suite, pulse-pounding. What followed next was a night of mind-blowing hedonism. He ate her pussy out and made her quiver with his tongue until she screamed. Then she returned the favor, got on her knees, and worshipped his impressive cock, sucking and stroking him until he painted her face and tits with his hot cum.

Now, gazing out the window, she weighed whether to return to her husband, who had made her his bet in his poker game. But why should she bother? Her husband and his vile poker buddies making bets on whose wife they'd get to fuck. The game was set for the winner to fuck any of the losers' wives.

He came back with the towel and handed it to her. She cleaned herself, said her goodbyes, and returned to her room. She looked at her phone to find a text message from her husband, "I WON!" She felt like she got punched in the gut.

He was still down there, likely buried between some other man's wife's legs as a prize for winning their sordid little poker game wager. The thought made her stomach churn.

As she entered her room, the hotel phone caught her eye. Before she could second guess herself, she was dialing the stranger's room number.

If he were out having his fun, then she'd damn well have hers too. She dialed the stranger's room number.

"Hello?" His deep voice rumbled through the phone.

"Is this room 702?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart.

"Yes, who's this?"

She smiled to herself. "Your good luck charm from downstairs."

A knowing chuckle. "Well, well. I see you're still awake.”

"I am. Are you up?"

He laughed softly. "If by 'up' you mean awake, yes. Or do you mean hard and standing?"

"Awake… and hopefully rock hard and standing," she replied, her pussy already clenching with anticipation.

"Then yes and yes," he replied with a chuckle.

"Would you like some company?"

"I would love some company," he said smoothly.

"I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Don't keep me waiting."

She hung up and slipped on a matching Lola Luna black lace bra and thong set—a little something she had picked up that day for just such an occasion. Grabbing a hotel robe, she headed for the door.

The elevator ride felt like an eternity. When the doors slid open on the 7th floor, she stepped out and made her way to room 702. Her hand shook slightly as she knocked.

A moment later, he opened the door, looking devastatingly handsome in just a pair of low-slung pajama pants. His eyes raked over her approvingly as he stepped aside to let her in.

She walked into the room and let the robe fall in a whisper at her feet. His eyes darkened with desire as they roamed her barely-covered curves. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, voice husky.

"What do you have?"

"I'm having whiskey, but the mini bar is full of anything you want."

"I'll have what you're having," she replied with a coy smile. He poured her a generous shot of whiskey and handed it over. Their fingers brushed, and electricity crackled between them.

She gulped the liquor down and set the glass on the nightstand with a soft thud. She crossed to him, running a hand up his firm chest. He palmed her thick ass, pulling her against the hard bulge of his erection. She gasped, and he seized her mouth in a searing kiss.

She broke the kiss, running her tongue down his chest, squatting in front of him, and taking his pants with her. His cock sprang to attention. She took his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head. Then slid her tongue under the shaft to his balls and back again. This time taking his whole length down her throat. She sucked him until he came into her mouth and swallowed every drop.

She stood up, pulled her thong down, and climbed the bed on all fours. He parted her cheeks and buried his face between them, eating her ass and pussy from the back, and made her cum all over his face. Once he was done, he plunged his cock deep into her. She could feel her walls stretching to accommodate his size. He fucked her to a quivering orgasm.

They stumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing and groping feverishly. He rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her in one smooth stroke. Their coupling was frenzied and primal, all animalistic grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh. He pounded into her relentlessly until she came with a silent scream, to not one, not two, but multiple orgasms from various positions. Her nails raking down his back. A few more thrusts, and he followed her over the edge with a guttural moan.

They joined again, reveling in each other's touch until they collapsed, sated. They were both exhausted as she cuddled up to him going to sleep. "I assume you're spending the night."

"You don't mind?"

He kissed her on the forehead, grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer to him. She placed her head on his chest as they fell to sleep.

The next morning, he kissed her ass as he left the bed, before slipping away.

She awoke to find him already up, his musky, masculine scent surrounding her.

When he returned, she was awake, a radiant smile on her face. He kissed her ass as he climbed the bed, making her shiver. "Good morning!" he said.

"Good morning!" she responded.

They fucked two more times, in the bed and then in the steamy shower. Spent, she eventually returned to her room and her husband, and never to see this stranger again. But she'd never forget that night, that man, the way he made her body sing with pleasure unlike any she'd known.