Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Business Trip (part 2)

I had trouble getting to sleep that night.  There had been no more from Mistress after she left for dinner with her Boss.  What was going on? I could only speculate.  I knew there had been some flirtation between them over the last few months.  She had reported some lingering touches on her arm. Suggestive comments.  And Mistress was certainly game.  But also reluctant to make the first move.

"I don't want him to think I'm some sort of slut, slave....."

"Even if you do have permission?"

"I don't need permission.  Remember who's in charge here?" She faux scolded.

"I do."

But that shot of her, priming his pump with such hot lingerie, stockings, garters....Mistress had clearly elected to raise the temperature for her night out with her Boss.  I had to wonder if or when she'd give him a flash of what might be on the menu for dessert.

And when I did, well, I paid a price as my "work a day" cock surged painfully against the cage she had locked me in early that morning before I drove her to the airport.

It wasn't until early the next morning that I  heard from her again.

"Hi slave.  Sleep well?"

"Not really... waiting for you to come home and unlock me...."

"Awww....poor slave."

"How was your night?"

"Hmmm..... it was late... very late."

"Sex?"

"What do you think?"

What a tease.  This was torture.

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

"When I get home you will get all the juicy details.  And they are juicy.  Wish you were here to taste?"

"Of course..."

"He surprised me with a present at dinner.  From Cartier!"

Really?  What?

Then a picture came through.

















I guess that counted as a good "first move".

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Business Trip.

She was on another business trip with her boss.  This time to the Big Apple. Her text messages had him on edge all day .... and into the night:

9 am - "just landed slave....he upgraded me to first class so I could sit with him and talk about our presentation."

9:15 am - "did he flirt?"

9:17 am -- Hmmmm..... depends on what you call flirting....his leg against mine....hand on my arm a few times.... gotta go now, getting in cab.

1 pm -- "How's it going?"

1:45 pm - "pretty busy.... presentation went well. heading to lunch with him and some folks from NY office."

5 pm - "Hi slave.... checked into hotel.  Meeting him for dinner at 7. Going to shower and get changed. "

5:15 - "who's going to dinner with you?"

5:17- "just me and him.  He wants to try this new 4 star place in SoHo.  sounds expensive.  Told me to dress up do do it right....."

5:19 - "really....what are you wearing?"

5:20- "that short black dress you like, and I picked up some other things at Saks this afternoon after lunch."

5:21 - "what things?"

6:30- "You like?"

6:31- "WTF?"

6:45- "Gotta go, slave.  He just texted that the car service is here for us.  Don't wait up for me.  he said we may have to meet in his room tonight after dinner to prepare for our meetings in the morning.  Hope the cage isn't too tight.  XXX. Your Mistress."

Cuck Chat

Mistress had her first conversation with her potential suitor back in River City yesterday.  She's been exchanging emails with him for several weeks, and he even contributed some fiction to our blog a few weeks back.  But this was the first conversation, done over one of those conferencing apps we have all been using too much these last few weeks.

Of course, Mistress was a little bashful in this first conversation.  She was out on our patio, hardly fully clothed. Not the sort of attire one would normally associate with a Zoom call. 

"How do I make sure the camera's not on, slave?", she murmured as the tried to log into the call.  Fortunately, she found the write on screen button the push as the connection was made, sparing her new friend the sight of her bronzed breasts. 

I made myself scarce during her call, figuring they both deserved some privacy during their call.  It went on a bit longer than I had expected, nearly an hour.  After, over some breakfast burritos I picked up down the street, she gave me a brief update. 

They had shared some stories about their careers, and a few mutual contacts.  And dabbled, apparently, in the potential for meeting when we return to River City later in the summer.

"He says this whole cuckold thing is a real turn on for him, slave....."

Interesting. 

Of course, not all guys get the idea of sharing. 

I did wonder if he knew that Mistress was so under-covered during their call.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Following Orders

Some weekday mornings they would arrange a "date", in our bed, timed to coincide with my departure for work.  Typically I would greet him at the door before I departed, maybe hand him a cup of coffee before he proceeded upstairs for some early morning nookie.

But today was different.  The night before he texted me:

"Mick, this is how I want her when I arrive....."

I showed her the text, 

"Is he serious?"

"Seems that way, slave.....you wouldn't want to disappoint him, would you."

"Do you really want me to do this.... tie you to the bed, spread eagled on your tummy?"

"Sounds pretty hot to me....", she said raising an eyebrow. So this was going to happen?

She was cooperative the next morning as I tightened  the ankle and wrist cuffs, and even moaned a bit as I stretched her a little farther than comfortable.  I even took some liberties with her clean shaven folds with my fingers.

"Already wet, Mistress?"

All she did was shake her ass a bit, squirming for me.  But I knew it would be wrong to let her cum.

I'd leave that to him.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Size Matters

She'd come home late from her first intimate date with her new lover. The guy she'd met through work.  As we cuddled in bed she unspooled her after action report.

"It was so big, slave ....."

"Too big?"

"Well, not quite too big. I mean, it fit, ultimately, but I told him to go slow at first...."

"And did he?"

"he was patient with me at first, and then, well, he just went for it.  He said I was very tight for a married woman."

"I take it you took that as a complement?"

"Of Course,,,,,"

"So did he make you cum with that big cock of his?"

"What do you think?"

"More than once?"

"Oh ... yes...."

When we made love the next. morning,  after her lady parts had some time to rest, I knew that even. with my best efforts my "work a day" cock would never quite feel the same to her again.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Making Him Feel Welcome

(Image Courtesy of Sara at Sara Girl's Sissy Confessions)

Before she arranged for her lover to make his first "house call" she made it clear what was expected.
"He wanted to meet you, slave..... The expectation is that you will be welcoming. No sulking.  Act like he's a regular house guest,  not someone here to fuck your wife. Then get lost when he sends that signal."

Sure, he wanted this.  But how awkward could this be?

"I get it, Mistress.  I'll behave."

When the doorbell rang at the appointed hour she was still putting finishing touches on her make up.

"Why don't you let him in, slave....."

Arggh.  It was one thing to step aside and let someone take your wife "off premises".  It was another thing to be the accommodating host.  Would there be small talk, when the elephant in the room would be his cock and where it would be headed before the hour was up?

Their initial handshake was.... awkward. He was as advertised.  Taller than Mick. A bit beefier.  Like  Mistress liked her "side dishes". Mick showed her lover into the living room, and took his drink order.  It seemed that his Mistress was taking her time  to come down to break the ice.  Was this torture intended?  No doubt.

She finally made her entrance, drawing his  appraising eye over lush and barely concealed curves.  Was she really just in a tiny nightie, not even bothering with a dress or jeans?  Mick raised an eyebrow.  She just smiled, strutting her stuff into a welcoming and intimate embrace, his hand lingering on her ass as they shared a deep kiss. Mick backed away,  beating  a hasty retreat to their kitchen. Preparing beverages - vodka and tonic for her.  Scotch poured over some ice for him. Mick poured himself some red wine.

 Mick served them drinks as they sat on the couch together, his hand possessively stroking her thigh, up to the hem of her slinky lingerie.   The only mystery was whether Mistress had bothered with panties.

The three of them made small talk  for about 10 minutes- the weather, the latest Washington scandal, prospects for the local, always dreadful NFL team.

Then he was dismissed.

"It was nice to finally meet you Mick......but your wife and I have catching up to do in private...."

Time to "get lost".....

He was already looking forward to her after action report and the chance to use his tongue to soothe well her sure to be well used folds.  If he was lucky, she might even unlock him before bedtime.

Settling In.....

We skulked back into our SW community late Friday afternoon, hoping no one noticed we were ever gone.

 Folks out here are much more militant about observing pandemic protocols.  And while we are fine with masks and social distancing, we were a little concerned that we would be publicly shamed if we did not "self quarantine" for 14 days.  After all, occasional trips for groceries are mandatory, or ( like that proverbial rubber biscuit), we go hungry. And thirsty.

Other than that, we are quite content to watch the world descend into further chaos from our front porch ( or "portal" as they call it in these parts).

We remain committed to COVID cocktail hour, watching the sunset and a leisurely dinner.  That usually comes after a late afternoon nap and some oral service, as slave offers up his tongue to massage Mistress's clean shaven folds.

We could do this for a long time.

And it looks like we may have to do just that.

On the Road Again.....Again

Mistress and her devoted slave are on the road again, heading back to our SW hideaway after a few semi-scary weeks in River City, where the virus is more virile and it seems few are masked and taking it seriously.

This time we are heading west with our feisty cat, who has been remarkably mellow on this drive.  We wonder whether she got into some of those gummy edibles we picked up in CO on our last trio west.

We are taking our time, turning what used to be a two day trip into three.  That leaves us time for some leisurely wake up sex each morning in our scenic and empty B&B's before resuming the journey.

Fortunately, some new undies I had ordered for Mistress for Mom's day arrived just before we loaded up and headed west. Here she is modeling them, while trying to flush the cat out from under that lovely antique bed.

Ah, the pleasure of pet ownership!

Cuckold Meme of the Day -- Office Interlude.

She'd made it clear she would be out later than normal.

"I suppose you could call it  a dinner date, slave.  We need to talk about the big presentation next week. But I think we may have "dessert" back at his office. No one will be around by that time of night....."

They had worked together for months.  And the slow burn of their flirtations were something she enjoyed rubbing in his nose.  Their marital "contract" gave him no standing to object.  Her right to "stray" was not in doubt. They both understood.

"I'll text on my way home....with any luck, I'll have a treat to share with you.

Late Night..... Next Morning

Mistress has been engaging in an extended on line "correspondence" with a gentleman and potential suitor who has also been following our blog.  Apparently he was taken by yesterday's post (the one speculating about an encounter in a bar while the cuckold husband watched from afar), and was inspired to write the following, which popped up in Mistress's inbox yesterday afternoon.  Fortunately, he gave her permission to share with our exclusive leadership, under the pen name "Mr. Applegate".  We are always looking for "content" to share with our voracious readers, and to inspire us between the sheets in this age of forced monogamy. So thanks, Mr. Applegate: 

The vibration from Molly’s phone alert rattled the nightstand like a loud timpany. She snared it quickly, not wanting to wake her husband Mick – out of courtesy, not deception. She glanced at the clock. 6:30. She was miffed at her unscheduled wake-up call, for she was in the deepest of slumber. Her sleep pattern already wacked from two long days working the Capitol chambers, it was no surprise that she couldn’t find the deep sleep her body needed. 

Molly looked at her phone. Her new “friend” -- the tall, handsome man she met the night before in the hotel lounge -- was texting,  just hours after they had  gotten acquainted until last call. 

 “Wish I was there” 

His morning text greeting made her smile.  Her mind drifted back to a mere five hours ago, long after her hub had retired for the night. Mick had sauntered over and introduced himself after watching Molly  and her new bar buddy from a distance – unbeknownst to Molly’s new acquaintance, but most assuredly vetted by Molly. They had been stealing soft kisses and lightly touching each other even while Mick watched surreptitiously . He informed the flirting couple that he was heading upstairs for bed. His tacit approval was not lost on her new acquaintance.

Molly  let out an invigorating, long stretch under the crisp white sheet that covered her tanned and toned body, cooed a refreshing sigh and checked her phone for email and other notifications. Nothing urgent: two calendar alerts of mid-morning mop-up meetings, a few emails. Now awake and the prospect of returning to sleep moot, she could ease into a leisurely morning, including some wonderful early morning attention from a dutiful spouse, on this, her and Mick’s last day in the nation’s capitol.

Molly  put down her phone, pulled the sheets down from her side of the bed and brought her hands up to find her slumbering nipples under her tank top. Flat on her back, she traced her areolas with each index finger before zeroing in on her nipples, which were quickly aroused. She parted her legs some, her red toenails peeking back up at her before moving both hands toward her crotch. She glanced again at her sleeping hubby and began tracing her pussy lips through her panties. Up and down, up and down. Her clit began to wake up now too.

She grabbed her phone and quickly typed:

“I wish you were here too.”

Mr. Applegate, you will be happy to know that this inspirational tale led to some late afternoon worship shortly after Mistress  shared it with her hapless cuck. Keep this up and you might end up on the masthead.  The only quibble Mistress had was "what makes him think I wear panties or a tank top to bed?"  

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Out on the Town

Their game started one night on one of her business trips to Washington, D.C..  Hubby came along for the ride. And they stopped for a drink in the hotel lobby.  She was all dressed up after a full day of Capitol Hill meetings.  Black dress, that ended somewhere a few inches above the knees, and sleek hose on those long, fit legs.  Hubby could not help notice men's eyes following her, not so discretely, as they found seats at the hotel bar, planning on a drink before their dinner reservation.

Was it the Ritz Carlton near Dupont Circle?  Or Maybe  the Shoreham up near the Zoo?   No difference.  He had excused himself to hit the Men's. And when he came back, there she was being chatted up by a tall, handsome fellow, a bit younger than her, in a well tailored, navy business suit.  And she was lapping it up, clearly enjoying the attention.

Hubby held back, watching with rapt attention.  Where was this headed?  Was she actually flirting with this guy? And why did his cock twitch in his kakis as he took the scene in?

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Texting....

One of the hottest things about an active cuckold relationship is when you know your wife is in contact with her lover, but you don't know exactly how, when or what is "going on". It makes you always curious, and often aroused, every time she's glancing at her phone at a new text message, or typing out a quick response.

Of course, it could be a completely innocent exchange with a sister, Mom, or work colleague.  That must be it,  you tell yourself.

But then maybe it's HIM.  The guy you helped her connect with on-line?  Or that tall, macho client she mentioned who invited her out for an after work  drink that turned into a hot make out session in a dark corner of  the office parking garage.

Are they planning to meet? Scheduling some over the phone or Skype remote sex when you are on some endless Zoom meeting?  Or is she just egging him on by mentioning her desire to fondle that big cock, a photo of which she solicited?

She's told you her texts are none of your business. Unless she decides to show you one or two, just as a taunt.

And you know it's not polite to ask, or to crane your neck to get a better look at her phone screen. That could earn you a punishment. Maybe more cage time.  Or a denied cum the next time you are having sex. So you suppress your curiosity.

So you can only wonder.....

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Emailing her lover while her cuck serves his highest and best use.

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Back in River City..... But for how Long?

Mistress and slave have been back for a week now, catching up on work, reducing the cat.  We'll be venturing out to see some family and friends today.... at a distance of course.

But in all honesty, things don't seem nearly as safe from infection here as they did back at our high desert hideaway.  Too many people.  Elevators. And very few people lowering themselves to mask up.  Maybe we're getting paranoid, but really folks.... pay attention.  Maybe your chances of being really sick are low.  But some basic precautions can help protect the entire community.

Fortunately we have a cozy apartment, with a chance to sit out on a balcony for some fresh air and sunshine.

And we can walk along a riverfront park, and head out for daily bike rides as long as the it's not raining.

There's plenty of time for sex here too, in the morning, with some worship thrown in during the day.

But social distancing definitely cramps any impulse for cuckolding.  And the sense that the dread virus is a bigger threat here has us considering how to get out of town and back to the hideaway sooner rather than later.

We will just have to keep our powder dry when it comes to cuckolding, if not Mistress's panties!

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