So just to follow up on our carefully planned "event" scheduled for the last Saturday in May:
We got everything prepared, house cleaned, bodies showered, bedroom prepped, cameras in place, tested and ready to go.
You probably already guessed that it all fell apart mid afternoon with a text message from James, he'd previously arranged a visit from his daughter who lives a long way out of town. He had originally thought she would be leaving for home late afternoon but of course things change and so she was now staying into the evening. Our own daughter was expected to be home around 8pm so all in all once again our collective kids turned out to be cock blockers.
A shame? Yes of course, and also disappointing, frustrating, etc, etc.
As we have discovered many times in our lifestyle journey getting schedules aligned so we can actually get together with people can be incredibly difficult. Sure it bugs the crap out of me and used to piss me off royally, but nowadays I'm more accepting of it. We all live in busy times, things happen, sometimes at very short notice forcing plans to change, so you just have to go with the flow and roll with it.
Of course James was also very disappointed but he made the right decision, family should always be your first priority. So with the apologies made, we once again have to make plans for the future.
On the upside Alanna and I were really horny so we decided to take the time to film ourselves fucking, so we did salvage something out of the afternoon.
So, onto the more exciting part:
We had a soak in the hot tub afterwards, chatting, Alanna was wondering when the next opportunity would be to get together with James. I reminded her that she has an open hall pass, meaning she is free to get together with him at any time he is available. She expressed some surprise at this and asked me if she would need to clear it with me before simply spending alone time with him. Although we have discussed this before I nevertheless explained to her that she really need not ask my permission first. And that actually, I could think of nothing more arousing than receiving a random picture text message at work of her with his cock halfway down her throat or buried deep in her pussy or ass. Yeah, it's fucked up but simply typing those words gives me a boner.
So a couple of days later, during another one of our hot tub chats she gave me one of her sideways glances and slid alongside me. "If you get a text message that says "incoming" on the notification screen don't open it in front of your colleagues". I looked at her, of course I knew why, but still felt compelled to ask. "Because It will be me with James", was her short reply.
Once again, yes it's fucked up but that was an instant boner. It's taken me a lot of time to persuade her to get over the guilt complex and just go and get her brains fucked out, when she gets off, so do I.
Of course she still has misgivings, mainly a paranoia that leaving the house without me other than walking to work will be an instant red flag to all our neighbours. I laughed and assured her that would be the last thing people would be thinking.
Ok, with all that said I also told her that she of course needed to stay as discreet as possible, adding it's only because I love and trust her that I'm completely ok with it. But of course the explicit understanding is that if things start to get out of hand or secretive then all bets are off.
It's the number one rule of Hotwifing.
The 10 Commandments of Hotwifing
Mike. June 2016.
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