Well, here it is, late April. Winter has been gone for 2-3 weeks now, and the very brief interlude between winter and summer is almost spent. The days are becoming hotter.
As a friend once put it, it is “Hooker Weather.” The first time she used that phrase I looked at her and she laughed. She explained that is a popular phrase back home (I forget where she is from). It means it is hot enough that clothing becomes skimpy and revealing. Of course, not all such dressed women were hookers.
I can see that. Especially in Las Vegas—Sin City—where “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
Walk down the Strip or take one of the newer open air double decker buses (avoid the ordinary city bus, the buses are so plastered with advertisements that you can barely see through the windows) and you will see the increasing throngs of tourists. They always come to Vegas, but as the weather warms, their numbers grow. And the clothing shrinks.
Most people who come to Las Vegas are looking for the sins of gambling, drinking, and sex. The first two are easy to come by. The third—a little more difficult, but not impossible. There are well known swinger clubs in town, and Internet websites are filled with advertisements of men and women, locals and tourists, wanting to meet.
The singles looking for companionship (and more) is the usual. A little more different are the single men and women looking for couples, or the couples looking for single men and women, or couples looking for other couples. I doubt if the numbers of adventurous people are swelling astronomically, nor do I believe that monogamy is on a downward spiral. It is simply that swinging and open marriages are more visible these days.
People tend to be more adventurous when they believe their activities are cloaked in anonymity. Activities such as, oh, let’s say a husband and wife looking for a man (Bull) for the wife (Hotwife). Not that the Hotwife will meet the Bull alone. Quite often the husband (Cuckold Hubby) is present so that he, non-participant that he is, can watch his wife with her Bull.
For some couples who are attracted to and have experienced such a lifestyle, it is nothing unusual. For other couples embarking on this path for the first time, there is certainly an element of nervousness and yet excitement at anonymously enjoying a socially disapproved taboo.
For the wife become Hotwife, it means buying a new set of sexy clothes and lingerie, a visit to a hair salon, maybe a manicure and pedicure, all for an initial meeting with a stranger who may be much more before the evening is done. It means flirting with that stranger over drinks while deciding if “he will do,” followed by the excitement of a first kiss, the warmth of the first embrace, and then the passion of first time sex with a new man.
There is certainly a heightened level of excitement for both—the Hotwife knows that while she is having wild, lusty sex with her Bull, her Cuckold Hubby is watching them, watching her enjoying herself. No threat there—as many people acknowledge, there is a big difference between sex and love.
However, such an adventure, whether in Las Vegas or in the heartland of Kansas, is not for everyone. It requires strong and secure personalities without jealousy, continuous and honest communication, and a secure marriage. Then too, maybe this is not a lifestyle for some couples Maybe it is simply a one-time experience for the experience and thrill of it.
So the next time you are walking the Strip in Las Vegas, or along Main Street in your hometown, and men and women are brushing past the two of you, and a spirit of adventure whispers in your ear, welll…
Enjoy the hot weather and any adventure that you may choose to come your way!
MuseItHOT, MuseItUp Publishing
TAG LINE: Sometimes people choose to live life to the fullest…
BLURB: Burt and Rachel Markham are ordinary small business owners of a seed & feed store in a small Kansas farming and ranching community. Many years before, as young university graduates eagerly anticipating exciting overseas employment, a lifetime in Kansas was the furthest thing from their minds, particularly Rachel who was raised overseas and dreamed of going back.
By July 2013 their twin 18-year old daughters, having graduated high school several months before, go east to attend a university. Burt and Rachel settle into their new life of an empty house and a predictable and unchanging routine that threatens to stretch far into the future.
One summer evening Burt has an idea—but will Rachel accept the idea? If she does, will the idea add new excitement to their marriage, or destroy it?
EXCERPT: A song of reserved exuberance began; the feminine voice rolled the sound of many of the French words. Rachel tilted her head to listen to the music.
“Edith Piaf, France’s premier singer back in the ‘60s,” she announced fondly. “She died of cancer. This song, it’s “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien,” or “No, I Regret Nothing.” It’s one of her most famous.”
She put her elbows on the table, folded her hands and rested her chin on them. She looked at Burt.
He listened. Maybe it was the title—the voice and music had a slow almost melancholy, and yet proud and defiant feel to it. The music and words added an authentic touch to the dim bistrot. If he closed his eyes for a moment he might be able to imagine a rainy night in Paris, sitting in a French bistrot with his wife in the shadow of Notre Dame Cathedral, overlooking the Seine River. Paris was a city he always wanted to visit; he knew Rachel and her parents had visited when stationed overseas.
“I’m not really hungry yet,” he said.
She nodded. “Like I said, after.”
Burt looked at the empty foyer. There was “After” again.
Rachel followed his gaze and touched his hand. “I don’t think he’s late yet.”
“I have a feeling he’s about as punctual as you always are,” Burt said with a small smile.
“Any last minute thoughts or rules?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Just feel him out and make a common sense decision. If he doesn’t ask to fuck you, how do you let me know you’re interested or not?”
She chuckled. “If I’m interested I’ll touch your foot with mine. If I’m not, I’ll kick you.”
Burt lowered his head and gave her a sarcastic look. “Got it.”
He looked at the foyer again. Saturday night, 7:00 p.m. They were really sitting in a French-style bistrot waiting on a man who wanted to fuck Rachel with Burt’s permission. Would it really happen? Maybe GentlemanNate was a jerk in real life—Rachel didn’t like jerks. She didn’t like men who were loud and pushy, profane or who spoke badly.
The waitress returned with their drinks.
“There’s not a wide variety of food because we follow the old European tradition of few selections, but each one is of loving preparation and excellent taste. Would you like to order something? The figs wrapped with grilled bacon is really good. So are the marinated mushrooms. Both are authentic French recipes.”
“Perhaps a little later,” Rachel answered. “We’re waiting on someone.”
“Of course,” the waitress said. “Just catch my attention when you’re ready to order.”
Burt took a drink of his beer and glanced at the TVs. Sports and news. She took his hand in hers, tilted her head and continued smiling at him.
Maybe GentlemanNate wouldn’t show...
About S.S.Hampton, Sr.:
Stan Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 wonderful grandchildren, and a published photographer and photojournalist. He retired on 1 July 2013 from the Army National Guard with the rank of Sergeant First Class; he previously served in the active duty Army (1974-1985), the Army Individual Ready Reserve (1985-1995) (mobilized for the Persian Gulf War), and enlisted in the Nevada Army National Guard in October 2004, after which he was mobilized for Federal active duty for almost three years. Hampton is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007) with deployment to northern Kuwait and several convoy security missions into Iraq.
He has had two solo photographic exhibitions and curated a third. His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and as stand-alone stories in Horror Bound Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others.
In May 2014 he graduated from the College of Southern Nevada with an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Photography – Commercial Photography Emphasis. A future goal is to study for a degree in archaeology—hopefully to someday work in and photograph underwater archaeology (and also learning to paint). He is currently enrolled as an art student at University of Nevada-Las Vegas.
After 14 years of brown desert in the Southwest and overseas, he misses the Rocky Mountains, yellow aspens in the fall, running rivers, and a warm fireplace during snowy winters.
As of April 2014, after being in a 2-year Veterans Administration program for Homeless Veterans, Hampton is officially no longer a homeless Iraq War veteran.
Hampton can be found at:
Dark Opus Press
Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy Publishing
Amazon.com Author Page
Amazon.com. UK Author Page
Goodreads Author Page