Slave Gets Used for Mistress's Pleasure

Mistress and slave met with OKCupid prospect #2 on Thursday evening. "Sam" is  tall, skinny, and in very good shape. About 50. He's a former paratrooper with a southern accent who now works for River City's biggest employer's. Sam is into motorcycles. Definitely the alpha type, but not in a redneck sort of way. He and his wife have recently dipped into the "open relationship" waters. She took the opportunity presented by her husband's meet and greet with us to spend the evening with her "boy toy".

We met at a local restaurant, shared drinks and a meal, and chatted about our respective backgrounds and experience.  There seemed to be quite a few synchronicities, including tastes in music and an affection for the outdoors and the west. He sat across from Mistress at our table, and it wasn't long before I was feeling like a "chaperone", trying to leave the conversation to the two prospective lovers, and feeling like an unnecessary third wheel. I could tell Mistress was  at least somewhat open to the new prospect when she ordered a second beverage as our plates were cleared. But although we had arranged in advance for her to signal me if she wanted me to get lost for a while, I never got that signal.

Sam seemed enthralled with Mistress (who wouldn't be?), never letting his eyes scan the room away from Mistress's fetching visage. But he didn't seem too annoyed that her husband was tagging along. "I get it. I'm  very antsy when my wife meets someone for the first time.  I'm always nearby, ready to come to the rescue if needed."

By the time the meal ended, they were making plans to get in touch again. Unfortunately, Sam and his wife are heading to Italy for a vacation this week, and after that Mistress and slave will be traveling too. It won't be until Mid-July that there will be time for them to go on an unchaperoned date. In the morning, there was a very nice email from him by the next morning. "I had a wonderful time meeting you.  You are funny, intelligent and gorgeous. I must confess I was a bit distracted by your piercing eyes. I hope it wasn't too mitigable."  Clearly, the guy knows how to sweet-talk a lady. Mistress was impressed.

Friday was a busy day for us. After some early wakeup sex, there was a bike ride, then a trip to the airport to fetch our daughter and her fiancé. They are here for the holiday weekend for some wedding planning activities. Luckily, slave did not have to go on the girls' trip to pick a wedding dress.

By the end of that expedition (which was a success), Mistress was ready for an evening at home. The happy couple were off with their friends, leaving us empty nesters for the night. Slave grilled some salmon and we ate in our placid secret garden, the birds serenading us. As the sun set, we came back inside to watch the final few episodes of "I Love Dick".  Cuckold fans will be happy to know that those magic works "Please Fuck My Wife" make their appearance in the penultimate episode. But I won't disclose the ending for those of you who may want to watch.

Suffice it to say that the sexual action in a few scenes were enough to prime Mistress's pump.  She was lying there next to me on the couch, in one of those short nighties I have gifted her over the years. Slave's acute, well conditioned  senses detected her mounting arousal. I naturally came to her rescue, using my experienced digits to bring her to a rather dramatic climax before the semi-cliffhanger ending of Season 1.

I assumed that my work on that from was done. But I was wrong.

As we climbed  the stairs to bed, Mistress made clear that all that cuckold action had left her with an itch that needed more scratching.

"I need my cock, slave."

It was late and I had a little uncertainly about my ability to perform. But it turned out that I was able to rise to the occasion. There was more worship and some robust cockriding before the night was done.  Rest assured that Mistress's itch was very well scratched before our two little lovebirds reinfested the nest sometime after midnight.