Hotwife Summer

My love, my Goddess, my Queen, my ever-virgin Bride,

Early in the spring you decided to re-evaluate your career situation and began looking for other means of occupation.You've been keeping yourself pretty busy looking for work, doing chores, keeping up with friends from previous jobs, etc.

I like to pretend you lead a double secret lifestyle during the day while i'm away at work. I made a point to never ask what you do during the day, not because i don't care, but i want to give you space. Most days, you would tell me all about your escapades anyway, but there was always the hope that you were having more fun than you led me to believe.

One Friday evening, you went out to dinner with your friend "Eve" at a local steakhouse chain. You came home excitedly telling me about the manager, who is really quite taken with you. You cackled saying something about how young he is. I probably mumbled something about "Stella getting her groove," and you said not a word else, but I could sense the smile you tried to hide.

Did you make him walk you to your car? And when he walked you to your car, did he open the door for you? And did you lean back against the car and pose in the cool dusk of that spring evening. And when you closed your eyes to take a deep breath, did you accidentally-let-him sneak you with a soft and wet kiss? Would you ever even confess to something like this?

I hope you go back there every time and i hope you flirt with the manager. As for myself, i will never go back there. That is a rule i made for myself.

Toward the end of summer, you took a day trip to the beach. A "clothing optional" beach, which isn't necessary a "nude" beach.

I can't speak for your friend but i know that you would be too modest to go fully exposed. I picture you in your swimsuit bottoms with a sheer "sashe" wrap giving a topless silhouette and your floppy beach hat and shades.

I don't like to try to create characters or make up stories and pretend to know how you would behave, or misbehave if it comes to that. But if i were to choreograph a situation involving you, i would cast a typical white boy who wears his ball cap backwards. A busky and solid mass, he never skips legs day. Obviously his name is Christian and he is a nepo-baby. As Christian is pastey white with pink blotchy spots that appear and disappear in random areas of his skin, you would offer to spread some oil on him and mentioning that his ball-fro gives the appearance of a bush that burns, yet the tree is not consumed.

Along with Christian, in the shadows emerged a dark figure. Damien is always polite and respectful, unlike Christian who is often crude and boastful. Christian and Damien have the same height and weight but Damien is more lean and cut and defined. I should also mention Damien is unaltered, in other words his foreskin is still intact, if that matters.

You didn't play with them though. Unfortunately, you had to send them away because you thought it would be unfair to your friend, Eve considering they hadn't brought a friend for her. Besides, Christian and Damien will typically come as a "package deal" and, not that you're selfish, but you won't share in my plays.

Your life is back to normal by the time i'm home for the day. We do our usual things, make dinner, fold the continuous flow of laundry, clean up and brush and meeting on the couch to unwind before bed.

I hope that your days are more of a rumpus romp than our nights. In your search for new career opportunities, i hope your down time is occupied with more of a risqué business.

These are some things i want for you. It's good trouble, it's innocent and playful teasing. In an ideal world, it's harmless because i'm working and no one is "stealing my time." I don't want you to stop wanting me, i don't want you to break up with me. What is most important to me though, i worry that you are bored and lonely during the day. I trust you with my whole heart and my soul and my life.

I love you. I hope you have a venturesome day.

XOXO