Found A Real Cheating Milf In Vegas

It's a lonely, cold night in Las Vegas and I'm waiting for my wife to come out of the hotel room. I'm on the ground, feeling the cool tile with my cheek and staring at the door. My feet are cold and my stomach is empty, but I can't go back to our room without seeing her. It's been a long day, and the only reason we're in Vegas is so that she can go to her aunt's wedding. I was supposed to be the maid of honor but she bailed out on me at the last minute.