"Honey I'm Home....."

Mistress had a busy day on the cuckolding front yesterday, while her slave was traveling to and fro from our state's boringly flat capital for a continuing education seminar. (I had to leave too early on Friday for our traditional "wake up sex").

First she had a "first meet" luncheon with a prospect from OKCupid. He's a native of Liverpool,  now based in these parts, with a busy travel schedule as an airline pilot.  As I headed back down the highway, I got a quick debrief by phone from Mistress on this new prospect.

"He's the best one so far of this new crop, slave....."

She summarized for me: smart, interesting, easy to talk to, tall. He's a single guy who seems comfortable with the sort of "side dish" role that Mistress has in mind. And he's not too pushy, like some guys.

"He seems willing to take this slowly, slave.... not like some of these guys who expect you to jump into bed with them after the first drink."

Presumably, these two will schedule some sort of follow up get together in the coming weeks.

But even while Mistress is in the recruiting phase, her lover Jay is trying his best to get back in her good graces.  Jay's son is out of town this week, so the two scheduled a sleepover for last night.

I wasn't scheduled to be home until about 6:30 pm, so there was an opportunity for some early "nookie".

"He's arriving at 5 pm or so slave....so some sex, then the three of us can go to dinner. Is that OK?"

Of course, who would I be to say "no".

When I arrived home, Jay's car was in the driveway. But no one was downstairs. They had clearly adjourned to the "executive suite" upstairs.

As I walked through the door, I yelled a somewhat sarcastic, "Honey, I'm home!", in the general direction of the bedroom. Then I poured my self a glass of red and settled onto the couch to blast through some accumulated emails.

It would have been a classic scene of husband catching his wife "in flagrante" if I wasn't a well trained and complicit cuck.

Maybe 20 minutes later, Mistress came downstairs to join me, dressed in nothing more than some lacy yellow panties and a matching bra.

"Hope you don't mind that we got started without you, slave", she teased.

Of course I didn't mind.

About 10 minutes later, Jay joined us, now fully clothed, if a tad sheepish. Mistress changed into something more presentable and we were then off into a chilly, rainy night for some bracingly spicy Japanese noodles.  After dinner, we stoped off at a local bar where a political event was unfolding, chatting with the usual suspects, and introducing our third as "our friend Jay".  If folks were raising eyebrows about the third wheel, we could not tell.

Back at home, there was some light chit chat before Mistress announced that "'it's time for bed, Jay."

As far as I can tell, the two love birds drifted off quickly, as I retired to our daughter's room. But I am guessing there will be a little more action before Jay heads home this morning.

Slave may be waiting until this afternoon before I get to break my going on 48 hours of abstinence!