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We met him at the hotel bar. He is two floors up from us. I will wait in the room for texts.
Not a great first impression. If he's worth the wait we'll call him again, otherwise he went get another word.
The game is simple. We enter a bar/club separately. I sit back and watch other guys hit on, dance with and maybe cop a feel with my wife. When I can’t stand it anymore, I grab her and we leave. We get home and I fuck her brains out.
Something hot about bridal lingerie. The fact that she has taken it into a sexy new context is fabulous.
Communication is lubrication, especially in a hotwife setting. It’s nice to know when to be waiting at home to reclaim her pussy.