Cloak and Dagger

My wife found porn on my computer once. It did not go well for me. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if she ever discovered that I have been to strip clubs, much less that I go regularly. And the extras, the OTC activities, and the escorts, it would be nuclear. So I take precautions. Boy do I take precautions. Her finding the porn was my own fault. It was a long time ago, actually not too long after we were married. I was careless, and probably underestimated her technical skill and the extent to which she would snoop. But I learned my lesson. And it was probably a very good thing that I learned it over a few titty pics, as opposed to the mongering that would come later. I don’t want to lose my wife. And I don’t want to hurt her. But I also don’t want to go the rest of my life without getting my dick sucked. And she ain’t sucking it. In fact, her lips and tongue have never touched it. She is from a conservative background. Even a lot of pretty basic stuff is taboo. So if I’m going to experience any carnal pleasure beyond an occasional missionary fuck with the lights off, I have to go elsewhere. And I now know, I have to be careful. The first rule is that I absolutely never “shit where I eat.” I don’t go to clubs or fuck around in any way when I’m close to home. Fortunately for my penis, I do have an occupation that affords me the opportunity for lots of travel. I have worked all over the country, on everything from brief overnights to month-long projects. So not going local is not the sacrifice it may sound like at first. The geographical restriction mitigates the risk of things like chance encounters in the club with people I know in the civilian world, chance encounters in the civilian world with people from the club, having my car spotted or my phone tracked, and having to watch the tell-tale signs of strippers when I go home. Clubbing when I am away gives me a chance to get rid of the stripper smell, glitter, and stained pants that might be hard to explain if I were sneaking into the house at 3:30 in the morning after “working late.’ But even distance isn’t enough of a separation. I also have to be diligent about keeping my professional life separated from my adult entertainment life in the other locales. I learned this the hard way too. Sitting stateside throwing dollar bills at a big-titty brunette one night, a thousand miles from home, when this loud, kinda rude, half drunk guy sits down beside me and starts asking questions. “Hey, why’d you come here?” “To see some titties.” “No, I mean why did you come to NAMEofTOWN?” I was taken a little off guard, but managed to mutter out the line I use with the girls, that I’m here on business. Come to find out he was in town for the same conference as me, and he thought I looked familiar. Oops! Fortunately, nothing came of it. I never saw him again. But it underscored for me that this is really a hobby for a loner. The more people who know your business, the more chance there is that somebody will fuck you, and not in a good way. I went clubbing once or twice with a boss/co-worker. No problems arose there either, but I was always scared that a loose lip might sink my ship. I was pretty happy when they were no longer in my circle. So in addition to not clubbing near home, I also try to avoid clubbing around any of my professional contacts or near events where I might be known. Another key point is money. I absolutely never create a paper trail. No credit cards. No ATM withdrawals. Using all cash requires a little advance planning, and some degree of creative money handling when not on the road. And once I almost got caught with a big wad of cash, including the obvious stack of singles. That would have been hard to explain. I tried to use a pre-paid credit card once, a while back. That is when/how I found out that the whole process of using them is dicey. And it has gotten more dicey since. I was lucky that I had cash on me the night the VIP hostess brought my card back to me because it had been rejected. Kinda killed the dancer’s enthusiasm, and didn’t do my hard dick any good either. There was also a time when there were some creative money-handling techniques involving pre-paid cards and cryptocurrency. But governments have gotten a little more intrusive about monitoring that. So when it comes to clubbing money, cash is king. Everybody who watches television or movies knows about so-called ‘burner’ phones. I have worked with them from time to time. But I don’t want the burner phone getting found either. So I usually only do one when I am going to be in a location for an extended period. With escorts I like to have a phone option. With strippers in the club, I’m usually just as happy not having it. I find the whole idea of maintaining any sort of relationship with a stripper, like when they might be texting me, to be a little more in the danger zone than I like. I generally leave that for the guys who are single, divorced, or otherwise unattached. For Email and some other electronic stuff, I have separate accounts. I browse incognito, and I run the whole thing through a VPN. I would prefer to be untraceable from either end. Logistics with things that might be incriminating can be tricky. I buy condoms in the destination city. I have actually bought, and discarded, clothes in the destination city. And don’t get me started on having my phone tracked. That is a more recent problem. I have left my phone in my hotel, so it tracks to where I am supposed to be. I have ‘encountered technical difficulties” with location services. Sometimes this requires a bit of linguistic gymnastics. I really don’t know if I could pull it off if my wife was more if a techie. I should also probably admit that the cloak and dagger aspect of all this can be an aphrodisiac. It can make the pussy that much sweeter when you get it. But all told, it sometimes makes me wonder if a little strange is really worth the cost, and the risk. I wish she’d just suck dick and let me eat pussy.