Cougar on the Prowl

Sorry to leave you hanging friends.... but there was no time yesterday for a full "read out" on Tuesday's dinner with David here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Here is the quick briefing, which Mistress might want to add to in the days to come:

David arrived at around 6:45 pm, a bottle of white in hand, showing excellent social skills.

He's about 5'11', in good shape, with the 4 day beard look. Casually dressed, and not at all uncomfortable in meeting Molly's "old enough to be your dad" husband.

Slave can tell within minutes of his arrival that Mistress is charmed.

Definitely a click.

In advance, Mistress had warned me that David was a little nervous. He was not only meeting a prospective lover, but also his older husband.

No doubt,  he had calculated the odds of "What if he's a jealous pyscho" , and they probably were not de minimis in his mind.

So we had rehearsed a little dog and pony show in the event that the cehmistry between the two of them was clear, all to be accomplished before Slave had to focus on a 7:30 pm conference call and dinner prep.

We settled into the living room, Mistress and Slave sipping wine. David a beer.

I sat in a side chair. Mistress and David were side by side on the couch.

I could tell that things were going well as we talked through some common interests - the Grateful Dead , Skiing - when it became clear Mistress was sidling ever closer to him, hoping for a casual touch, with accompanying spark.

That's when I launched into my 5 minute synopsis.

Our marriage. Slave's brief betrayal. Our reconciliation, but on much stricter terms. The contract. Mistress's right to choose other lovers, female or male.  Our discovery that the whole cuckold thing was very hot for both of us.

Amazingly, it all seemed quite natural to him.

At some point during all this, Mistress's hand had settled onto his leg, as she added some poignant details to the narrative.

Then it was time for me to do my call, and start dinner.

"Now Slave.... no rush..... do not serve dinner until at least 8:30....."

"Yes, Mistress...."

She was making it clear.... there would be some "getting to know you" time, and Slave was not going to abbreviate it with an early dinner bell.

As I futzed around the kitchen, just down a short hall from the living room, it was easily determinable that the two of them had adjourned upstairs after a brief but undoubtedly torrid engagement on the couch.

I made sure not to rush dinner.

But as 8:30 approached, Mistress announced a slight change of plans from the top of the stairs.

"Give us another 20  minutes or so, Slave...."

"No problem, Mistress...."

By the time they re-emerged, Mistress was out of the dress and black tights she had been in earlier, and down to a black, short nighty. No undies, of course.

It seemed that the "getting to know you" had gone well.

And just to be sure, they re-adjourned upstairs for another hour or so as Slave cleaned up after dinner.

David left at around 10 pm, Mistress insisting on a kiss at the doorway. He had no scruples about accommodating her as I sat there, having said goodbye from the couch. Indeed, he seemed to enjoy cupping her ass in his hand as he ravished her mouth.

Afterwords, Mistress allowed me to worship before bed time. But she deferred my own release until morning.

"I'm a little tired Slave....I hope you understand."

"Of course, I do..... I take it the 'interview' went well...."

From how damp her clean shaven folds were, I think I knew the answer.

But just to make sure her first impression was correct, Mistress has arranged for  a follow up interview with David on Sunday afternoon, while Slave is at the Pussycats' next scheduled humiliation against the WC's  Donkeys.

"I told the cute Co-Ed I'll bring up her winter coats, maybe take her to lunch.... then meet David at his house."

Nothing like a woman who won't take being an "NFL widow" sitting down.