Saturday, December 20, 2008
Ally had a morning play date scheduled with Dan for yesterday. I had an important meeting and conference call scheduled for yesterday morning that was about two hours from the house. She had her play date and I had my meetings. While I was in my meeting, which I played an active role, Ally entered my mind a couple of times. During a follow up meeting, she called me and left a voice mail and then left a brief text message stating that she was home safe and sound.
After I left the meeting location, I returned her call. She was home safe and had fun. She shared a number of quick details and I told her a bit about my day.
This is not my car, but wouldn't it fortunate to drive a Bently to work?
OK, just how well adjusted have I become here with this HW stuff? Did I actually retain focus in a meeting room in front of ten or so participants and many others on a conference call located in several far flung locations? Was I actually capable of conveying intelligent thoughts during that and other subsequent meetings and less formal discussions yesterday? Apparently, I may just have been able to do so.
It wasn’t much more than a year ago, that we started down this somewhat slippery and often unmarked path towards where we are today. It has had it own challenges and certainly many fun rewards. But in the past, I was always either at home waiting for her return or on my way to our home or some other location with the purpose of waiting and then seeing her to reunite and play together. During my wait or my drive to meet her, I was consumed by many varied emotions. Lust, love, desire, jealousy, concern, anxiety, and anticipation generally all were present with a larger than unhealthy amount of adrenaline running through my bloodstream. If I was driving, telephone calls would go unanswered or I would keep them brief and often disjointed. If at home, I would listen to music, write about my thoughts and feelings for this blog, perform some general housekeeping task around the house or surf the net and have a drink. My heartbeat was elevated and I suspect my blood pressure was too. In a word, I was unfocused.
That was not the case yesterday. As I got ready in the morning, I shaved and showered somewhat earlier than normal, allowing Ally the extra time she might need to get ready in our bathroom for her day. As it was she came down stairs as I was responding to some e-mails and reviewing documents that I had received that morning. She looked incredible. As I left our home, I kissed her good bye and wished her a good day. I added a friendly “have fun” as I left the house. My departure yesterday morning was not very different than those mornings when we leave for work. It was and appeared in most any way to be …..normal. I drove to meetings. I received and made several calls along the way. I did not call her nor did she call me. I know that I realized where she was, but I was comfortable. I had my meetings and I thought of where she was at intermittent moments. I did not focus on what was most likely occurring. Although, I did smile to myself realizing that at those moments, Ally was certainly laying in bed naked with another man doing any number of things that I would far prefer to have been doing at that instant.

Later when I returned home, I found her in the den watching television. We kissed and talked briefly. She had refrained from using the bathroom and kept her pants on since she left the hotel to heighten our pleasure when we reunited. Soon enough we had discarded her pants, and then mine, and we had a very fast and furious encounter. Afterwards, we spoke of her earlier encounter. It was of course, most stimulating to hear of how he performed far better than in the morning than later in the day on previous occasions and how he had two orgasms during their encounter, she three, and both of his were while he was inside of her. Shortly thereafter, we went out for a late lunch or early dinner. It occurred to me that I was incredibly comfortable with my wife, my very sexy little Hotwife, sleeping with another man and enjoying a relationship with him that while mostly physical in nature, is different than what we enjoy and not something that I will ever completely understand. And to which this lead to the realization for me, that having a Hotwife, can be most like having an adulterous wife, with the most obvious difference. And that would be knowledge and acceptance.
As I sat there enjoying our late meal and drinks with Ally, I remembered back to my first marriage. I was not a faithful husband. In fact, I had many encounters with several women back then. One of them, or perhaps two, was married. She and I had a most torrid and somewhat scandalous affair. While this affair did not lead directly to my divorce, it did for me contribute to my choice to end the marriage and to this day has an effect on my relations with the mother of my children. After our illicit encounters in a hotel room, park, office or some other semi public place, I would return home or to my hotel and think of my lover, at home with her husband, fresh from our encounter, with my scent on her and my cum dripping from between her legs. I would think of their communication and wonder what it was like for her to be in that position. I would learn later, that they would behave much as they always did, making dinner, decorating their Christmas tree, going shopping, meeting friends for dinner and so on while she was becoming increasingly distant from her husband. She would tell me of how she guarded her little secret of our encounters, relishing my scent and taste upon her skin. She would wonder in those early days if he could tell that she had been with another, as he slid his cock into her and they would have sex. Or did he notice when she called me or sent a page to let me know she was thinking of me.
As I sat with Ally, and took in the wonderful holiday decorations around us that cute little bar yesterday, I was pleased and most thankful, that I was married to Ally and not to woman such as I was once involved with. And while Ally and that other woman from my past share nearly nothing in any character trait other than an open enjoyment of their own sexuality, and the very real fact that both of them had spent time in hotel rooms with a man or men that they were not married to, Ally and I were together, happy, honest and in love. Quirky as it may appear, it was a realization for me, that I am married the right girl.