Mistress Primps for Her Brunch Date

Yesterday morning Mistress and Slave enjoyed some leisurely wake up sex as thunder rumbled outside. We would defer our bike ride until the afternoon due to threatening skies, plus Mistress had some late morning plans.

"J's taking me to brunch Slave... hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind, Mistress?  I'll use that time to do the grocery shopping."

Their plan for for J to pick her up at our house, then head to a local restaurant in an emerging hipster neighborhood owned by some friends.

"Of course you may see Jens (the owner), Mistress."

(He's a guy who always seems to be flirting with Mistress when we see him at one of his spots).

"I'm sure it won't be a problem Slave.... just brunch with a male friend.  That shouldn't seem too strange."

"No doubt."

I tended to some chores, but couldn't help enjoying watching Mistress as she primped for her brunch date, showering, moisturizing that soft and lovely skin, applying just enough make-up for a Sunday, and then sliding into a subtle but sexy sundress before J picked her up.  I made sure I was off to the grocery before his appointed time to give them a little privacy should they elect to exploit it.

One thing did come up though before I left.

"J and I were talking about the folds Slave.... I mentioned that a trimmed bush is coming back in style and asked if he thought I should go back in that direction...."

"And he said?"

"He said no man would ever prefer a bush to the clean shaven look....."

"We're on the same page, Mistress."

After my errands, I got home and waited until the latest downpour abated before unloading the car.  It was about that time that Mistress and J returned from brunch and he stayed a while, chatting with Mistress in our "great room" as  Slave tended to various duties. I subtly offered to "take a sabbatical" to give them some privacy should they elect to adjourn to Mistress's bed. But J is not quite comfortable with the whole concept of flaunting his privileges while hubby is around. It was cute to see Mistress lavish him with some hands-on affection though, as they stood there talking to me, making J squirm just a tab.

So Mistress got a romantic Sunday brunch, but not J's cock for dessert. The poor girl   had to settle for Slave's tongue and lips applied to those clean shaven folds.  But she does seem to have a sleepover date planned for Tuesday night.

And it turned out she did see our friend Jens, and his girlfriend at brunch.

"Did they seem confused that you were there on a Sunday morning with someone other than your husband, Mistress...."

" Not at all Slave....."

Maybe this whole cuckold thing is going mainstream.