I had slept (alone) in the bedroom next door to the lovebirds, waiting a discrete 90 minutes before hitting there sack. By then whatever "action" had taken place was apparently concluded, tho I could here them murmuring quietly, imagining this a post-coital chit chat as the cuddled before nodding off. I woke earlier than they did, heading back downstairs to beer coffee and catch up on the overnight news of the latest mayhem in DC.
It must have been at around 7 am that Mistress visited me, still a little groggy, in a revealing black nightie sans undies.
"Long night, slave", she said, coming in for a good morning kiss. No doubt I was not the first guy to taste those sumptuous lips that morning. At her direction, I made Jay a latte.
"He'll be leaving in about 30 minutes, slave. Then you should come upstairs."
"Yes, Mistress......"
She resisted my inquiry about what had happened, other than to confirm that there had been two rounds of sexual frolic: one before they went to sleep, and again that morning. No wonder Mistress looked a little disheveled and sleepy.
True to her word, Jay did come down in about 30 minutes. We shared some small talk about the latest Trump news, and the late night take on his epic press conference, before he headed out into the early morning sunshine. Again, not a word about what some might see as the elephant in the room: his night in bed with my lovely wife.
As ordered, I immediately went upstairs, bearing the morning papers. Mistress was back in bed.
"So how was it Mistress?"
"Hot sex, slave..... my parts are very tender this morning....but I will let you gently worship...."
As you can imagine, I was happy to oblige. And as I applied my well trained tongue to those musky, well exercised folds, Mistress filled in some details about her night with her lover.
"It was the usual stuff slave.... some cock riding..... Jay standing and fucking me against the side of the bed....Jay on top.....""Sounds like a lot of orgasms for you, Mistress?"
"Lots and lots, slave....."
I was able to coax one more from her, but her message was clear.... there would be no more fucking for her on Friday. Slave would have to patiently await the recovery of her tender lady bits.
And of course I did.
The good news was that by Saturday morning, Mistress was fully recovered. Her resilience allowed slave to fully exercise my conjugal "rights" (to the extent that a slave has such rights). I guess compared to some of my fellow slaves / subs I am still pretty pampered. Aren't I Terri?
Perhaps too pampered in my opinion, also enjoy the fact you acknowledge that and rub Terri's nose into that fact, makes me smile.
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