#3016: Monte Carlo, Monaco
Original photo: @cameron_hammond
In Monte Carlo, James and Jordan find themselves caught in a seductive whirlwind of glamour, luck, and lust. When a mysterious stranger turns their casino night into a shared fantasy, they discover that some wins are best enjoyed together—especially behind closed doors.
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Monaco welcomed the couple with warm weather and a salty breeze drifting in from the sea. Jordan felt a flutter of excitement at the beauty of the tiny country and hoped James was just as captivated. As they drove along the coastal road in their rented cabriolet, she kept touching his hand, pointing out the picturesque views they passed. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of what Monte Carlo had to offer.
But it wasn’t just the scenery they came for. They had a plan—one that added an extra edge of thrill to their European adventure.
After checking into their hotel for the night, they went to their room to change. Where they were headed called for formalwear, and they both needed to dress the part.
Neither James nor Jordan were seasoned gamblers, but visiting Monaco without stepping foot in a casino felt like a missed opportunity. Besides, this wasn’t just any casino—it promised luxury, indulgence, and spectacle.
James struggled with his tie as Jordan emerged from the bathroom, makeup perfect and presence radiant. He stopped breathing for a second. She wore a dark-blue cocktail dress with a high slit, her blonde hair falling in classic waves over one shoulder, exposing the soft curve of her neck.
“You look like a movie star,” James said.
Jordan laughed and leaned in to kiss him—slow, warm, and full of promise. They were ready to take on the night, and both knew exactly how it would end.
They arrived at the casino in the thick of the evening. It looked like a miniature palace—opulent, elegant, timeless. After the usual security checks, they were welcomed inside and offered complimentary drinks.
Their attire had hit the mark. They blended seamlessly into the stylish crowd and caught more than a few admiring glances. Jordan, in particular, was enjoying the attention. She smiled at a few of the better-looking strangers, and James noticed. He didn’t mind. In fact, he already had a good idea where this night might lead.
With his hand resting on the small of her back, he guided her through the crowd to the roulette table. When she asked why he chose it, he simply replied, “I like the randomness.”
They didn’t place a bet immediately. Instead, they watched the ebb and flow of luck—the spin of the wheel, the rise and fall of emotions. Jordan was about to make her first wager when a waiter approached with a drink she hadn’t ordered.
“It’s from the gentleman across the table,” the waiter explained.
The man looked older than Jordan, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. She smiled back and accepted the drink. It was warm, sweet, and just strong enough to add a glow to her cheeks. The stranger didn’t seem fazed by James standing beside her—if anything, he looked intrigued.
Jordan turned to James, silently asking how far she could take this. But she already knew the answer: wherever the night went, they went together.
They crossed the floor to introduce themselves. James was the first to speak, casually announcing that Jordan was his partner. The man, who introduced himself as Ethan, didn’t blink. Instead, he offered to buy James a drink too—and invited Jordan to use one of his chips on the next round.
She accepted with a flirty smile.
As the game continued, Ethan handed over his chips, guiding Jordan on where to place her bets. She won some, lost some, but he didn’t seem to care either way. His attention was clearly focused elsewhere.
They chatted between spins. Ethan explained he was a businessman from the U.S., enjoying a long European vacation, and that Monte Carlo was a must-see. James shared their story—and casually mentioned that the only thing planned for their evening was returning to their hotel room. That line earned a raised eyebrow from Ethan, but he didn’t take the bait. Not yet.
As the night deepened, Ethan suggested something bold: Jordan should go all in. All his chips. One number. One final bet.
She hesitated for a moment—then placed everything on sixteen red.
The wheel spun. They held their breath. And then... the ball landed.
Sixteen red.
Jordan gasped, then shrieked with joy, grabbing James and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her body buzzed with adrenaline, skin tingling with the energy of the win—and something else.
When she looked back, Ethan was still watching. The desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
She turned to James and asked, in a low voice, if they should invite Ethan to join them—not in the bed, but close enough to enjoy the view.
James didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t their first time playing with the idea of an audience.
Jordan leaned into Ethan and whispered the invitation. His smile said everything.
The three left the casino together, full of anticipation. Back at the hotel, Ethan took a seat in a chair facing the bed, his posture relaxed but attentive. He wanted to watch—and Jordan was more than happy to give him a show.
She kissed James, slow and deep, their hands roaming under their clothes. Her leg wrapped around his, pressing her thigh against him. Every move was sensual, deliberate, and fueled by the silent presence of Ethan nearby.
Jordan’s eyes fluttered open. Ethan had already undone his pants, stroking his cock as he watched them, his face flushed with arousal.
It spurred her on.
She undressed James, unbuttoning his shirt, tugging at his pants. He turned her around to unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, wearing nothing but lacy panties. Their kisses deepened, their bodies bare and hungry.
Jordan knelt on the edge of the bed, stroking James’s hard cock while locking eyes with Ethan. He mirrored her rhythm, matching every movement, breath quickening as he watched her.
Then she took James into her mouth, her tongue teasing him as she kept her gaze on Ethan. The power, the control, the heat—it made her wetter than she expected.
James groaned above her, and she felt him throb in her mouth. But she wasn’t finished.
She got on all fours, facing Ethan, her hips swaying back toward James. He positioned himself behind her, hands gripping her waist. She was already soaked, ready. The moment his cock pressed into her, she moaned, head tilting back in pleasure.
Their rhythm built, heat spreading between their bodies as Ethan stroked himself harder, closer, desperate.
Jordan called him forward.
Without hesitation, Ethan rose and moved in front of her. She took him into her mouth while James continued to fuck her from behind. Two cocks, two sensations, one incredible release building inside her.
Pleasure surged—electric and raw.
She moaned around Ethan’s cock, her body trembling as orgasm overtook her. Ethan came in her mouth. Moments later, James finished inside her, groaning her name.
The three collapsed—sated, smiling, and breathless.
Tonight hadn’t just been about luck. It was about trust, exploration, and the thrill of playing together.
And in that room, in Monte Carlo’s warm, golden light, they knew they’d all won something far better than chips on a table.