About a year and a half ago my husband and I had planned a w..

About a year and a half ago my husband and I had planned a week-long trip to an adults-only resort in the Caribbean to renew our wedding vows. Actually, I was the one who had done all the planning. Our marriage had only recently taken the turn into the hotwife variety, and I really wanted to remind my husband how committed I was to him. What better way to do that, I thought, than by taking him to a gorgeous tropical resort and telling him “I Do” all over again. But I’d also made the executive decision that we weren’t going to be traveling alone. I made reservations for 3. We, I’d decided, were going to be accompanied by the bull who’d only just recently made me a hotwife in the very bed I share with my husband. And the kinks that I’d baked into this little trip pushed every single one of my husband’s buttons. I even took a couple of gambles that I wasn’t entirely positive would pay off. But at the end of the day, I know my husband and decided they were more than worth the calculated risk. The night before our trip, I informed my husband of the ground rules for our little destination wedding, which were as follows: 1. Upon arrival, my husband had to tell my bull (with me present) that from a sexual standpoint, I was his his for the entire week. He could have any part of me that he wanted, whenever and wherever he wanted. And the two of us were also entitled to complete privacy with one another whenever we wanted it. It was not subject to debate. All we needed to do was let hubby know. 2. Secondly, there would be absolutely no secrets on this trip. It would be obvious to anyone paying attention that we were traveling as a trio, so if anyone inquired, we would be entirely candid with them about the poly nature of our relationship. 3. And finally, my bull would be the first to consummate our marriage after the ceremony. I’d even purchased a special little pair of delicate white panties that I was going to have hubby remove for my bull when the time was right. I remember that, besides the ceremony itself (and all the great sex!!!), the thing about the trip that I was most looking forward to was showing off my bull at the clothing optional pool. Every dirty bitch there was going to be jealous as fuck, and I couldn’t wait. In my mind, the entire trip was going to be absolutely epic. But unfortunately, things in life sometimes don’t go as planned. That little trip was one of those instances. Who knows though, maybe one of these days my little set of ground rules will get put to good use. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for sure. FYI, if you sent me a tip from yesterday’s post. Check your DM. 😈