Based on a previous post, I'm interested how you were/almost were caught punting?

Personally, what happened twice, I was supposed to see a SP and they cancelled. I've usually take my own condoms - and I left them in the car. When my SO got in the car and started looking for something I remembered where I put them... luckily I could distract her.

Chilling with the wife one evening, we open the laptop so I can log in to Showmax for us to watch a movie. Instead of typing www.showmax.com, I (out of habit) type www.esa.co.za.

My heart stopped when the screen turned purple but luckily she had been momentarily distracted by her phone and had turned her eyes away from the screen!

On 2023-11-14 18:55:59 Sir Shadow Hefner said:
Chilling with the wife one evening, we open the laptop so I can log in to Showmax for us to watch a movie. Instead of typing www.showmax.com, I (out of habit) type www.esa.co.za.

My heart stopped when the screen turned purple but luckily she had been momentarily distracted by her phone and had turned her eyes away from the screen!

Fuuuuck! Holy shit!

On my side, during my braver days, I booked an in-call with visitors around. My excuse was that it was just a bootycall of mine who was coming over for a quick one.

Shit almost hit the fan when I couldn't find her money. All I could think about was her escalating the situation and exposing my punting ways to everyone there.

Luckily, in my search, I came across it in an obscure place and paid her.

The wife and our friends went out drinking and dancing. An SP at a venue recognized me and came to say hi and hugged me. The wife thought it was normal as a friend/client/coworker but this lady kept making eye contact with me on the dance floor and out of the blue this random dude who clearly knows her comes to me and says thanks for keeping her company when his not around, referring to the venue I frequent. Thankfully the wife didn't hear it cause of the loud music but I shat myself.
Told the wife they work together and both know me

I met a lady I used to book years ago at Dis-Chem. Just before meeting her my wife just stepped out to go to another shop.

It was awkward though because she was with her bf/husband, she gave me this smile when we noticed each other. I really wouldn't want to mess she her bf/husband that guy looked like he could kill an elephant

Have on more than one occasion bumped into a SP in a shopping centre - fortunately the "pretend you don't recognise each other" pact held

Way too many to mention

Open ESA by mistake on PC and phone

Saw a SP at the mall while my wife with me

Saw a SP at a club and danced with her while wife is there

I was a very young married man back then (no kids involved)...

I told my "then" sister in-law's boyfriend while we were at the braai about these adventures enthusiastically and how I wish I never committed to one woman so that I could have continued with the single lifestyle I had filled with a multitude of women from all walks of life. Yeah, I was married and UltraSuperFaithful, wouldn't even gaze at another woman...

I failed to bare in mind that he was experiencing financial difficulty...

I mean I can't think of any other reason why the *#@! would behave like a #@#@@...

My "then" wife never confronted me but her mother did. Well it wasn't actually a confrontation but just a direct hint at it...

My UlraSuperReligious family (mother, aunt, etc) then found out and now the whole fucking world knows.

But do you think I give a fuck?

Anyway I grew tired of the married life after two years and left so that I don't have to cheat in anyway because I really missed the experience of punting and longed to return...

Too many fond memories that kept luring me back to buying pussy...

Too buy pussy is an art... lol... it takes skill... lol... and oh my goodness when you buy good pussy, oh FUCK!!!

There is really nothing in this world better to buy than some really good pussy.

Just shop wisely and shop until you drop is what I always say.

/// /// /// FTW /// /// ///

Mine was hilarious, our dog pulled over the dustbin in the garden. I was at work, and SO at home. She took a photo of the garden chaos, and in the photo I could see a receipt for a hotel booking I had made for an outcall. I told her to leave the mess alone and take the afternoon to relax, I said I would sort out the mess when I got home. Which I did. She didn't suspect a thing.