It could have been awkward for everyone but it wasn’t.In fact, it was a great relief to that employee that we “knew how to party”.
Work, tend to kids, Sunday night “missionary sex”, pay bills, repeat.
I’m not saying I wouldn’t marry my wife all over again, but I think if given another chance, I probably would have tried other things first. But before I get myself in trouble with the Mrs and end up having to spend the night in my neighbour’s tree fort again, let me just say that broadcasting our sex lives on the internet changed our lives in ways few can possibly imagine.
There’s a beautiful and cathartic simplicity in that.
If I have nothing to hide, then I have no reason to lie, no reason to put up walls that keep people from getting to know the real me, ass speckles and all.
Obviously, we were novices and didn’t share our secret with locals.
But when one of my employees showed up at my home with some paperwork for me to sign and caught my wife and I in latex body suits, I had to explain myself.
While we don’t charge viewers, we do take tips for special requests. But others are downright disturbing and off the table.
However, if the money is right and we’re not physically hurting anyone but each other, we’ll give it a whirl. Not to harp on the “helicopter” move, but that is not something I will do again.
But when the camera is off and the mood hits us just right (like when we’re washing the car or doing house work), then we know it’s time for dirty business to become sweet, sweet love making.