As always, our studio was closed on Sunday, but our manager, John, wanted us to shoot the new episode of Cooking with Alex on the weekend. So, like a good director and a cameraman, I decided to bail on my wife and join Alex at his home. My wife Rumi and I had big plans for that day since she said that she wanted to watch Horns with me. I thought I would take a day off. But I figured that shooting at Alex's house wouldn't be that bad as his sexy wife would be home all day, and I might get a chance to flirt with her whenever she was alone.
With that being decided, the rest of the crew and I hopped in the BMW and drove off toward our destination. When we reached his house, we rang the bell, and he answered the door in just a fraction of a second as if he were waiting by the door for us.
"Hey, Rick! Come on in." Alex Chimed.
His entire corridor and the kitchen counter were neatly organized. The whole house was translucent and full of healthy air. Among the brisk air, I smelled some aroma of rose, possibly coming from a scented candle. The transparent curtains handing in doors and windows were flying in the air, making it a heavenly place for a shoot on a Sunday afternoon.
I looked around for Amy, Alex's wife when the crews were busy setting up the camera and other accessories.
"Looking for someone?"- Paul asked when he noticed the disturbance in my face.
"Yeah,"- I whispered, hiding my words from Alex, who didn't have to hear. "Amy, his wife."
"Oh, she is the reason why I agreed to shoot with him today."- Paul whispered back.
"I know, right."
"But I don't think she is home."
"So, gentlemen, shall we get started?"β-βAlex interrupted.
"Yeah, sure!"- Paul squeaked.
The camera was ready, and so was Alex and his cooking equipment.
"Hey, what's up, guys! You are watching Cooking with Alex. It's Alex Davidson, and I have a new Mexican recipe in today's episode; it's called Mexican Tomato Rice!"
The host and the crew went on with our work for about five minutes, but just when the chef was about to ignite the oven, his hot wife Amy showed up from their living room directly to his kitchen, wearing a sheer white top with nothing underneath and a lacy white panty. Her tities seemed to get possessive to all of our shafts as they danced in front of the camera. The big pink areolas around her hard rosy nipples craved desperate attention from all of us. Alex needed not to use the lighter to heat up the pan~ his wife already did it with her inflamed body.