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?"