One Lucky Mother******

It was just after 5pm. Mistress and I were walking a few blocks to a reception in our flat and not as dull as it used to be state capitol. The streets were crowded. Many folks were headed home, ready for the weekend to begin. And others were flocking to a raucous Gay pride festival winding up just north of downtown.

Mistress was wearing an electric blue one shouldered dress that fell just above the knee. It showed off her tempting body and delightful curves in a very appealing way.

As we passed along the sidewalk in front of the state capitol building, a rather bland marble edifice that looks like they still need to stick a dome on it, a homeless “gentleman” squatting on a park bench that he seems to have occupied for a dozen years, called out to me with a leer in his voice:

“Man, you are one lucky motherfucker.”

I waved and agreed. “You got that right, pal.”

And  of course, I am. A lovely, oh so sexy Mistress to squire about town. Our two surly teens off on another continent. And three weeks of “empty nesting” ahead of   us.

As we walked I asked Mistress about how her “date” with M had gone that afternoon, while I was stuck in a conference and she was idling away back in our hotel room.

I had heard them plan their get together  on the drive up that morning.

As she had chatted with him and  I listened to the USA  struggle for a nil – nil result against mighty Slovenia, I picked up some of the details. She was required to be naked in preparation for his call, the porn channel running, the Hitachi at the ready.

“I understand, M. No coming until you call. Only with your permission.”

It’s nice that someone can impose a little discipline on this horny little Mistress of mine.

As I sat at my conference, trying to concentrate with mixed results,  her text messages kept me up to date. The absence of a plug near the bed might require some adjustments…., and after they talked, she let me know she was now in need of my cock.  Frustrating.

When I got back to our hotel room to pick her up for that reception,  and dinner afterwards with some friends, there was no time to fuck, but I did see the Hitachi draped across a chair, parked in front of the TV.  It was like a crime scene.

And so, as we walked we talked about her little afternoon delight.

“So how many orgasms did he let you have, Mistress?”

“Four Slave….is that bad.”

“He is very indulgent of you, Mistress.”

“I suppose he is….but then it seems to get him off to hear me come at his command, Slave.”

No doubt it does.

“And did he play with himself throughout this little conversation?”

“Yes….he did.”

“Did you like that….the sounds he makes?”

“Yes, Slave. You men make very …interesting … sounds when you come like that…remember ….you used to do that for me when we had those video chat sessions….it’s very hot.”

And it was, being told by my Mistress to play with myself…to ask permission when I was ready to come…and be reminded that she needed to hear me vocalize my pleasure for her.  But I digress.

“What was he talking about as he made you come Mistress?”

“well he asked me to describe the porn on the screen …. And he has this fantasy going where I come with him as his slave to that Jamaican resort…that’ s always something that turns us both on, Slave.”

“You would like to be on his leash, wouldn’t you, Mistress. And to be taken whenever he wants you….in public.”

“Oh yes, Slave….”

At our reception, Mistress and her Master traded occasional text messages and photos of the evening’s activities. It’s fun to see them in touch, and she keeps me in on their banter, which makes her Slave feel included  as a part of this strange and kinky three-way.

We had dinner with some old friends. One of them brought up the name of a gentleman from Molly’s past, D, with whom she had a rather torrid affair in a prior life, before she met me.

I gave Mistress a sly raised eyebrow when that name came up. She once told me that D had the largest cock she had ever experienced, almost too large for her greedy little cunt. Almost. But not too large for her to go back for more.

I keep wondering if she will run into him here someday on her ventures to the state capitol, and if the memories of that large cock will have any subversive impact when she does see him again.

Finally, our evening of socializing was done. It had been since morning that I had last been allowed to fuck mistress. And though we were both tired and a little tipsy, I was not going to pass on the opportunity.

We snuggled close in bed, both naked. No tools or toys. Just two bodies anxious to mesh as one.

My fingers snaked between her legs and teased open her lips finding her soft, warm and liquid for me. She probably did miss that cock after all those Hitachi driven orgasms.

And after my fingers produced one orgasm, she was anxious to return the favor.

“Can I suck your cock, Slave?”

“Of course,, Mistress….you don’t need permission. It’s yours.”