Curious about the dinner guest who stopped by on Sunday night?
As mentioned here, we decided to "risk" entertaining our pal Craig for dinner in Saturday night. Craig is a writer who lives on a dead ski resort about 40 miles to the north where, he says, the snow just keeps falling. With no neighbors to speak of, and his own part time work places shut down until the pandemic passes,
Craig clearly was in need of some human companionship. And his visit gave us someone to talk to (and for Mistress to flirt a bit with) other than ourselves. A win / win.
We had a pleasant evening together --lots of opining about the world disorder, including Craig's rather exotic conspiracy theories. (Is this really all about oil and petro-dollars?) And Craig entertained us with his stories of work as an extra on TV and movie sets down in ABQ.
We all got a little buzzed, and lingered after dinner in front of our kiva fireplace. But was there any hanky panky? Well, I hate to disappoint all of you cuckold wannabes, but NO. We have placed Craig firmly in the "friend zone", and he's way too polite to make his own move on another man's wife without a clear invitation. We've discussed between us whether to escalate the situation, but Mistress just does not feel comfortable with changing the nature of our friendship.
Of course, that doesn't mean that Mistress doesn't press some conventional boundaries.
Like Sunday morning.
We had invited Craig to spend the night, since the long drive back to his winter wonderland is challenging at night, even without a buzz on.
I was up early, then Craig, and I brewed him a cup of coffee as we hashed over the latest ugly COVID-19 news.
An hour or so later, Mistress sauntered into our kitchen, wearing only her rather skimpy nightie. I lifted an eyebrow, wondering if she had bothered to slide into some panties in consideration of our guest. Mistress never wears panties to bed.
"I hope you don't mind me dressed like this, Craig. But it's early".
She was flashing lots of legs and cleavage.
(Of course, Mistress must have intentionally ignored the fluffy robe hanging on the back of the bed room door).
"Heck no. I don't get to see many women, dressed or underdressed, up on the mountain."
At some point, as she prepared us some scrambled eggs, Mistress donned a wooly long tailed shirt, that covered a bit more of her lovely breasts and thighs. But not much more.
So while Craig did not get a late night visitor in the guest room, at least he got a show!
a show can be much appreciated and you know sometimes slow flirtations with those not thought to be potential bed mates can turn into something. Well at least maybe I can hope...but if not him I surely hope someone else....
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