Mistress's Corresponding Secretary

With only a day left out here, we crammed a little too much activity into our Friday in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo Mountains. Of course there was morning sex, then a day of skiing under scattered clouds and bright sun. Then some apres ski music by our friend, a local troubadour.

After a shower, a brief nap, and appreciating another glorious big sky sunset, we went out for Mistress's favorite meal here -- spelt pizza with goat cheese and mushrooms. Then more music at a new local brewery / restaurant on the mesa only a few hundred yards from the Rio Grande.  Amazingly we were out after 11 pm, way past our normal d time.

And through the day, it was Slave's job to keep up on some correspondence between Mistress and a couple of potential suitors.

With the ski season ending, and Mistress's relationship with Jay having evolved into more of a "pals" thing, well, her eye has begun to wander. So after our daughter went back to campus, she suggested I re-open her AM posting.

"But this time, Slave.... I'm expecting you to manage all of this.... filter out the losers, bring ones to my attention that appear to have potential .... and be in charge of the correspondence."

Of course, there is a bit of a thrill in being ordered to manage your wife's courtships of potential cuckolders, isn't there?

I updated Mistress's profile, making it clear that her standards are high. I've been cruelly deleting pretenders, and folks just looking for smutty photos. And over the week we've filtered things down to three folks with enough potential for Mistress to consider a lunch or drink on our return.

The most persistent fellow is the guy we have dubbed the "Latin Lover", who despite Mistress's initial rejection because he is too young - only 35 - has been dogged enough in his entreaties  to peak Mistress's interest. His pictures certainly made Mistress take notice. And he works only a few blocks from Mistress's own office. It made him a little too hard for Mistress to automatically leave on the cutting room floor.

LL was sending emails yesterday as we were skiing and out for dinner, I would read them to her, and Mistress would smirk a bit, then dictate to me her response.  One exchange involved where they would meet for lunch next Thursday.  Mistress named a nearby venue. He responded

"Yes, please."

"Ask him who should make the reservation, Slave.... him or you"

I followed her orders, which seemed to get a certain response.

"Oh you bad girl...."

Mistress's response:

"You think I'm fooling?"

You can see where this was headed.

But Mistress did ask me to pose this question to our discerning readers....

"Ask them whether I'm crazy even to consider getting involved with someone 15 years younger, Slave?"

So what do you think?