One Thing My Sugar Daddy Does So Much Better Than My Husband Ever Could: Part 1

Early on in my rela­tion­ship with the Stet­son man, we were in Las Vegas, yet again. It seemed like Las Vegas was our favorite place to get away, mostly because our age dif­fer­ence was not frowned upon in Vegas. We would be some­what like any other cou­ple who was just out for a good time. How­ever, for this trip in par­tic­u­lar, we were there for his business—kind of. A large group of his employ­ees had won a trip with him to Las Vegas. The prize was a week­end filled with shows, money to gam­ble, and rid­ing out there on his pri­vate plane. I obvi­ously flew out there on a com­mer­cial flight, as this was before I could be a pas­sen­ger on his pri­vate plane. I was invited to all of the same shows and dinners—I just was not able to sit with the group, as no one knew about me. But the Stet­son man would watch me from across the room. Although we weren’t phys­i­cally together, I’d never felt so sexy. And at the end of the night, I did stay in his suite with him at a dif­fer­ent hotel.

I was per­fectly OK with this dis­creet arrange­ment. Besides, my divorce was yet to be final­ized and I did still con­sider myself a mar­ried woman. As I look back, I did talk a lot about my mar­riage to the Stet­son man. One such con­ver­sa­tion was about me buy­ing my hus­band a Rolex watch as one of his Christ­mas gifts. My birth­day was a few months later and I had it in my mind that he would return the favor and buy me a Rolex too. I even tried to drop some not-so-subtle hints. My birth­day came and went, and although he did give me a nice gift, it was not the Rolex I was expect­ing. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

The Stet­son man spent Fri­day night and most of Sat­ur­day enter­tain­ing his employ­ees. Sun­day was a free day for him; in other words, every­one was on their own until they left together in the evening. The Stet­son man and I slept in and had break­fast in bed. It was dur­ing break­fast that he brought up that con­ver­sa­tion about the Rolex. He sim­ply asked me what kind of Rolex I would like. Of course, I didn’t have a spe­cific one in mind. I just knew that I wanted a Rolex. I didn’t think much about him ask­ing, as the con­ver­sa­tion then switched to some­thing else…