It was 10 pm. This was the time Karen suppose to start her first night as an escort. I did get a call from her. She wanted to know how the k**s were. ... told them they are doing fine sleeping in their beds at this moment. I asked her if she had the second business outfit on. She told me yes and I could in the future get all her professional outfits for her because I really do have good taste. I chuckle to myself thinking I don’t want to be known for my good fashion taste but have a wife who. She'd hoped for the feel of a rough, muscular man in her arms, for the kiss of his lips upon her, for a tongue between her legs, a ... well, you know, she didn't want to say a word for it, even to herself. The night before Valentine's Day she slept restlessly, and when the day came, she decided she was going to, too.She had a plan. She borrowed one of the trucks and drove into town to pick up a few things at a fabric store. He was away on business for the day, so she left him a note telling him. Finally her hands moved to her hips and she began to slide her knickers down, her very cute bubble bum now displayed perfectly for my pleasure, before she stood up once more, to pose entirely naked before the mirror.She parted her legs and then used her two hands to part her lips, her delightfully hairy lips, as she bent forward to inspect her nether region. But the light wasn't right, so she turned round away from the mirror and more or less faced me as she inspected herself more. It wasn’t even the fourth weirdest thing in my life right now.So, not only would that be cheating and thus bad... (Even if a tiny part of my brain purred about just how incredibly fucking hot the idea was) ... but it’d also possibly strand us hundreds of lightyears from Earth without a supply line.This was, in the officer’s school that trained the best and brightest of the PsiCom into leaders and strategic thinkers, referred to as a cock-up of the highest degree. As that thought spiraled.