In a hotel room, hundreds of miles from her husband, Maxine’s hands trembled as she dialed the number on the card.

Hang up and get a fucking grip, she reprimanded herself.

The forces of opposite moralities clashed in her mind, but her vulnerable flesh betrayed her.

The raging fire between her thighs melted her pussy into her panties, and she succumbed to her immoral desires by dialing again.

“Yes, I want to order a male escort,” she said.

Admiring the night lights from the window, she stripped naked.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, she deviously reasoned.