Pleasure Deferred, but not Denied.

While J slept in a little later, Mistress had joined me in that short, sexy, silky cream colored robe on our living room couch, reading the morning papers. Her legs spread a bit allowing me to gaze longingly upon those clean shaven folds, and even fondle them a tad.

Truth be told, I was longing to partake of them, press my face and nose there to taste the mingled aromas nesting there.  But we were in a bit of "Ms. Manners'" no man's land.

"Is it polite to have sex with your wife while her lover is still here, upstairs lingering in bed?"

"I'm not sure Slave..... I mean what if he woke up and wandered in while we were making love.... "

"I agree that could be a little 'awkward', as the teens would say...."

Well, maybe we'll get there someday.... but not yesterday. And I do think Mistress enjoys making her Slave squirm a bit too.

Instead, I everted to my "field slave" persona, and went outside to do some pent up yard work, while Mistress went back up stairs to "wake up" J.  About 40 minutes later he came out in the yard, at Mistress's direction, to fetch me for breakfast. 

It was a leisurely meal, sitting around our sun drenched table. Mistress had whipped up some scrambled eggs with goat cheese, impressing her lover with her domestic skills, no doubt. 

"I didn't know you cooked, Molly", he noted, in awe.

Slave snickered to himself at that one.

And Slave was happy to make J some coffee to go with it.  Afterwords, I adjourned to the back forty, literally "clearing brush".

"I will leave you two to your own devices....."

About an hour later I came back in, as J was preparing to leave for a round of golf with some friends. Mistress was still in that revealing robe, though I did notice that one of her lovely breasts was lurching out at an amusing angle when I came upstairs to strip out of my now sweaty "field slave" attire.

Not long after, Mistress escorted J to the door.... then returned to the arms of her now rather horny and sweaty Slave.

"Since you're so sweaty already Slave, maybe we should go for that bike ride before we fuck?"

"Your wish is my command, Mistress."

It was a beautiful day here, so the bike ride made perfect sense, particularly before it got any hotter.

And afterwords.... well it was with great pleasure that Slave was able to nosh on Mistress's clean shaven folds, with all those flavors mingled together for a perfect storm Sunday sundae of delight.

Once she had shuddered her way to a series of cums courtesy of my lips and tongue, she teased and tormented her cock with those crafty fingers, until I was desperate to fuck her.... I mean it had been since Saturday afternoon!!!!

Fortunately, she was not too tuckered out from her night (and morning) with J.

"Of course you can fuck me now, Slave."