Mistress and slave had planned a quiet Friday night at home. The only question was whether we would have the company of our now working, former co-ed.
When I arrived home, a bit sweaty from my bike ride, Mistress greeted me in one of those silky black nighties she will slither into for an evening home.
"Are you ready for an ass-fucking, slave?"
Who could argue with that proposition? And after a shower to rinse off the grime, slave collected Mistress's equipment to assist in on her mission.
"Our daughter's not responding to my texts, slave....what if the comes home in the middle of this?"
We took a risk, shut the door, and went "on task".
Mistress seemed pretty enthusiastic as she pumped into me, achieving her own cum while reducing her slave to a quivering husk of submissive hubbie. Then she allowed me to finish the job in a more conventional way before sending me off to clean up her tools for their next usage.
After a little R & R we adjourned to the kitchen and assembled a light snack, poured some wine, then settled onto the couch to watch an indie film -"The Overnighter" - about a Seattle couple that move to LA and share a strange evening with a kinky LA couple. Mistress was still in that short nightie, sans undies. As the movie kicked into a distinctly swinger vibe and clothes were shed on the screen, slave lazily fondled Mistress's clean shaven folds....
But just as she was about to enjoy her 3rd, maybe 4th, cum of the evening, a key rattled in the door.
Naturally, it was our daughter, with her eager to please boyfriend, who is finishing up his own degree this semester. He must have decided on a conjugal visit off campus.
At least I had my pants on. But Mistress was still in a less dressed state, and struggled to make sure her folds were covered and her lovely breasts were not peeking out as the boyfriend did his best Eddie Haskel impression, chatting us up about how our work has been going, yada, yada, yada.
Meanwhile slave quickly froze our movie, which otherwise would have created the impression that Mom and Dad were watching some sort of softcore porn while the kids were out.
I know we were a tad embarrassed. Not sure the boyfriend was embarrassed as he got a healthy dose of Mistress's generous cleavage looking down on her from the edge of our cozy couch.
Fortunately, the two horny 20 somethings soon adjourned to her cramped bedroom, just across the hall from our own.
I wonder if they feel any less weird about doing it across the hall from us than we will this morning doing it across the hall from them?
Whew, lucky they didn't come in while Mistress was slamming away in you, and your moans would be heard! So it can always be worse, right? i'm sure the bf didn't object to the cleavage view, either, lol. :) sara
ReplyDeleteAt least they didn't walk in when you were being "reduced to a quivering husk" like Sara mentioned or when you were using "a more conventional way." As it was, they probably got a good laugh out of it. The boyfriend sure enjoyed it.
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