Slave Takes the 2nd Shift.

Mistress seemed to enjoy herself Friday night.

After some wine and cheese with her lover Jay at the UCTMW World HQ, we headed over to a cute little hipster bar / bistro near our house. It's one of those places with the big Bourbon collection, and tapas style plates to keep your tummies full.  The joint was hopping when we got there, so we grabbed three adjoining seats at the bar - with Mistress in the middle of course.

Occasionally I could feel Mistress's soft right hand caressing my thigh as we chatted amongst ourselves and with the owner / bartender.  And I suspected - Mistress later confirmed it - that her left hand was simultaneously stroking Jay's thigh too.

River City is  one of those small towns where it seems everyone knows everyone. The bartender went to high school with my oldest daughter. Next to us at the bar was an older couple - she knew Mistress's Mom (the Dowager Domme) and her husband taught at my older kids High School and knew me through work.

I suspect to all these folks, it just seemed like an long married couple sharing some drinks and a little food with a male friend (If they didn't catch Mistress fondling Jay's thigh). But for Mistress it was a chance to go public with her husband and lover -- she seemed as pleases as punch sandwiched betwixt the two of us.

After our dinner and drinks it was probably only about 9:30 pm when we got home. But as far as Mistress was concerned, it was "bed time".  Unlike the prior Saturday, Jau said he had to get up and out relatively early, for a golf game.

Mistress seemed OK with that, as long as she could sleep in.

"Don't worry, Mistress"  said to them both, "I'll take the 2nd shift...."

Jay laughed.

"I think I know exactly what he means".

I headed off to bed in one of the cute Co-ed's rooms. Mistress and Jay shut the door to the "Executive Suite".  And while I could hear some murmuring at various times during the  night, I must say I slept well.  Apparently I missed some very satisfying middle of the night sex, as Mistress reported later to me.

"Lot's of cock riding slave..... I'm surprised you didn't hear us."

I made Jay some coffee at about 7:30 am and he and Mistress spent some more time in our bedroom, behind closed doors,  with him heading off to golf at around 8:30 am.

With the cuckolder gone,  it was Slave's turn to join Mistress in bed.  She was still on a sexy nightie, sans undies.

"Did you miss me, Slave?"

I'm sure I mumbled something in the affirmative, although I was probably more focused on worming my way betwixt Mistress's thighs, savoring the flavors of her middle of the night sexcapades. Ultimately, Slave was rewarded for his patience with some robust wake-up sex before we both drifted back to sleep for awhile.

The sad part is that with Jay's son back in town this week, and our own daughters camping out here over the summer, the prospects of any weekend sleepovers of this type will dim for a while.

But I do think Mistress had enjoyed the pleasure of being attended too by both of her lovers these last two weeks.