Mistress's Dinner Date With Her Lover

With Jay freed up from his child care duties this week, Mistress was able to schedule a real "date night" with him for Thursday night. I made some alternative plans -- taking pizza over to my daughter's house to chill with my cute grandkids.

Coordinating our schedules was necessary.

"So when are you leaving slave?"

"About 5:30 Mistress."

"OK. So I'll have Jay come over around 6:00."

She shared that they planned to go out to a local restaurant - on of their and our favorites - before returning here. It was clear I would be sleeping in air daughter's room, so I moved a few essentials there -- my kindle, the Times, etc.

Unlike a typical evening when Jay comes over and we "entertain" him, it was clear Mistress would be hosting her lover all by herself. As I left, she was still in her undies, primping for her date. I didn't get to see the outfit she had selected. But it was clear that she was planning to wear the black tights she had worn to a business meeting that afternoon .... they always attract my eye. I wondered if Jay had the same response.

I kissed Mistress goodbye around 5:30, my hand roaming over her tights clad bottom, creating a surge of smothered lust.  I was surrendering my hot wife to a night on the town with another guy. Crazy, huh?

Dinner with the grandkids was fun, ending with reading some books to my lovable 2 yr. old grand daughter, who finally has taken a shine to her old grandpa.  When I got home, at around 8 pm, I could see the signs that Mistress and Jay had spent some time in our living room. There was an empty  wine  glass (Mistress's) and an empty beer mug (Jay) resting near the edge of our couch. Was there a little make-out session there earlier? Or just some innocent chit chat before they left for dinner?  Or maybe they'd fully "indulged" to whet their appetites?  I knew they were not upstairs in bed, because Mistress's car was missing. Jay's was in our driveway.

I adjourned to my "man cave", off our kitchen, to waste some time on the computer. But soon enough, maybe at around 9 pm, Mistress was coming down the stairs.

"Jay's on a work call, slave, so I thought I'd come down and say good night."

At least that's what I think she said.  Quite frankly, I was a little too distracted my the outfit she had chosen.  It was a black and VERY short dress, hanging over those sexy, black tighter legs, that barely graced her thighs.

'Wow, Mistress..... Is that really what you wore?"

I actually thought she was wearing a tunic, and maybe had already taken off some jeans or pants.....

By now my hand was drawn magnetically to her thighs, rising what seemed like only an inch or two above her hemline to the apex of her fit and seductive thighs.

Yikes.

Mistress shrugged off my question.

"Why slave.... do you think it's too short.  I guess it might have shrunk in the wash", she giggled, seeming to be amused by my unexpected concern about her "modesty".

Slave is not typically jealous on these matters. I've grown accustomed to Mistress's occasional dalliances, confident that I will soon be back in her bed and that her tales of sex with other guys will fuel our own lust.

But I must confess that the thought of Mistress out in public flashing all that black sighted thigh while in the company of another man got me going. I would have readily traded places with Jay when it came time to take Mistress to bed and peel off that alluring costume. And I had no trouble imagining all the other heads Mistress had turned at that restaurant as she laughed and flirted with her lover over drinks and dinner.

We chatted a while, Mistress checking for emails, and slave ogling her long, shapely legs. Definitely distracting.... Then Jay was calling for Mistress. His call was done and he apparently was ready for "desert".

Mistress rose from her chair and gave me one final kiss.

"Sleep tight, slave....."

Then she was up the stairs, into the arms of her lover....

I'll fill you in tomorrow on Mistress's account of her night . . . and morning . . . with her lover.