Sleepover Sunday

Slave is  drinking his morning coffee, watching the RNC warm-up coverage. It's the  sort of thing I do every morning before Mistress completes her beauty rest.

The big difference is that slave slept in our daughter's room last night, while Mistress's lover Jay joined her in the mistress bedroom and our marital bed.

Our Sunday started normal enough for a birthday celebration. Some furtive wake-up sex, which would be slave's last of the day. Mistress took advantage of national ice cream day by enjoying an impressive Birthday Sundae with our daughter and her boyfriend at the local ice cream parlor, just a short walk up the street. Then there was sunbathing time at the pool before we hauled daughter and boyfriend off to the airport.

That's when the kinkier fun began for Mistress's special day.

"when is jay coming, Mistress?"

"I told him at 6, slave, but he's always a little late."

I did some prep in the kitchen. Mistress's requested menu was mushroom risotto and BBQed salmon. So there was some slicing and marinating to do to make sure the meal was ready to cook when Mistress gave me the sign.

Jay arrived around 6:30 pm, knocking then letting himself in, and bearing a bottle of red to share and some fudge as a gift for Mistress and her legendary sweet tooth.

We adjourned to the garden for some adult beverages, chatting about the political wars, Mistress's Africa trip, favorite TV series and the Dowager Domme's lizard shoes. Anyone popping into our conversation would have perceived a couple and a male pal spending a quiet summer evening together.

At some point Slave shifted into chef mode, trying my best to time the completion of the grilled salmon with the stirring of the bubbling risotto. Mistress and Jay stayed in the garden, continuing the conversation.

Fortunately, my juggling worked, and the meal came together, earning praise from both Mistress and her lover.

By the time the sun set over our little secret garden,  the party of three was sated (at least when it came to food and drink). Mistress, with a twinkle in her eye, was the first to ask "so what's next, gentlemen?"

It was clear that Mistress was ready to bed our guest. Jay is always a little sheepish about sleeping with another guy's wife -- at least when he's present and part of the conversation.  To that extent, he's hardly your typical cuckolder. But he showed no reluctance in spending the night.  Mistress rolled her eyes when he facetiously suggested that he could "sleep on the couch".

The table was cleared, and slave was tending to the dishes and sticky risotto pot as Mistress took Jay's hand and led him up to her/our bedroom.

By the time I polished off the clean-up detail and climbed the stairs myself, Mistress appeared in the hall outside my assigned sleeping quarters in one of those sexy and revealing black nightie's I had gifted her  for some V-Day or Christmas past.

She looked quite fetching as she gave me a deep and lasting kiss.  When she broke the kiss, she gave me some parting instructions.

"So slave, remember no touching... you'll just have to wait until tomorrow night."

It sounds like she has some plans for Jay this morning too.  And not just sleeping in.

I settled into bed with the Sunday paper, but the accumulated eating and drinking of the night was quickly taking it's tole. I must have quickly nodded off.

The next thing I remember is Mistress hovering over me.

"I'm heading down for some water slave....just checking on you....did you hear all that raucous sex?"

Oops.  I must have slept right through all those late night sounds of passion.

Bummer.

I guess I'll have to get her after action report later today.