Chapter 2 #2
The first—nothing to do with the hotwife lifestyle we were living—the interview practice I did with Sasha’s dad and then the interview itself, which seemed to go well.
The second, very much to do with the swan song of Sasha’s hotwife life. The way she started teasing me when we were at home, dragging me out to the mall to help her choose new and more risqué lingerie and clothing.
At first she just teased me. “Hun… it’s just to get Thomas revved up after the stress of a long flight.
” Because if she saw him when she was back, there was no need for new clothing.
It was just teasing me to get my agreement, the briefest of dinners and then upstairs to bed where clothes would have just gotten in the way.
But this all changed in early March during one of her four day breaks at home when I had to work late to get a critical report out to one of our Japanese clients with a struggling assembly plant in Alabama.
“Jase, baby… do you think Thomas will like this one?”
Pulled away from my deep focus on my report, my mind went into instant meltdown.
The sexiest, most revealing of little black dresses I’d ever seen—she’d never worn something that adventurous for me—allied with the non-too-subtle sub-text that she was going out on a date with Thomas as hubby was stuck at home and unable to help her enjoy her off days.
She knew exactly what she’d done.
Her smile said it.
And if there was any remaining doubt, the way she sidled up to me, squeezed my groin and said ‘if I don’t manage to get home tonight, I’ll be sure to send video’ made me realize I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
I desperately needed to get the report out. But that meant leaving an energized, sexually liberated woman to her own devices… her own devices when there was a hungry young wolf more than happy to see to her need for sexual and romantic excitement.
If I’d not been so tied up in preparing for my second and final interview, maybe I’d have thought a little more about the significance of their first date alone as a couple.
No me, no company alibi like a party or a retirement…
just the two of them wanting to go out and dance and look sexy when I was stuck at home writing reports and trying to win us a promotion.
Just over a week later—Sasha having been through another cycle of layovers with her co-pilot boyfriend—a second milestone event occurred which I was slow to pick up on.
This time the distraction wasn’t preparing reports, it was my preparation for the second interview that would unlock the salary increase so important to our future family plans.
The second and final interview was on the Friday.
It was Thursday night and Sasha had been home since Tuesday.
Tuesday had been her and I reconnecting—a special moment for both of us—and Wednesday Sasha had given me the choice, and I’d agreed to inviting Thomas round so I could get my kicks watching the two of them together.
But the next day, the day before my big interview, Sasha knew I had little time for her so as we ate with the minimum of fuss she ascertained my plans for the evening—interview prep—and then just smiled and started texting in a way that left me in no doubt as to who’d be rolling up on driveway in an hour’s time.
That wasn’t the thing I begrudged her. What looped my brain into orbit was that after a mixed evening of watching and me allowing them to play solo, my teasing wife chose to unveil the next thing she thought would be fun in the game.
I was bent over my laptop, working in our downstairs office, when my naked wife—for once alone—came down the stairs and squeezed my groin.
Giving me the wickedest of smiles, she grinned, “Hun, as you’re gonna be working late tonight, you wouldn’t mind if Thomas and I took the master bedroom, would you?”
By the time my interview-stressed brain had registered the significance of what she’d just said, she’d already kissed me and was halfway back up the stairs.
When I’d first heard her words, with my mind only half listening, it had all sounded so reasonable. As if she was doing me a favor—letting me focus.
But as I listened to their sounds of laughter and sex wafting down the stairs, the reality of the new milestone sank in.
Not only was I rationed to two times a month—and even then I had to wear a condom—but now they’d upped the game even more.
They were kicking me out of the marital bedroom so that the couple who already spent half the month together could fuck in the bed that had previously solely belonged to me and Sasha.
‘Was this for real—did it have significance beyond just teasing? Or was I being paranoid? Was it just part of the dying days of the game?’ Those were the questions I kept asking myself as half my brain tried to focus on interview prep, while the other half was just grateful that in ten days time we’d reach our Easter stop point.
I knew I’d miss the games we’d played for the last few years.
But in truth, I was ready to start the next, family-centered part of our lives.
And although I knew I’d miss the eroticism and bittersweet adrenaline-rushes, I wouldn’t miss the kind of heart-stopping, heart-shredding moments that I was experiencing right now.