Showing posts with label K. Show all posts
Showing posts with label K. Show all posts

Friday, February 26, 2016

Looking for Ideas

Sadly, Mistress and slave are back to their midwestern drudgery, trading gloom and chill and nose to the grindstone for sun and slopes. Be assured that we've been able to enjoy some maintenance sex, despite the annoyance of being "back at it" and away from our SW hideaway. I've made sure that Mistress has had at least a couple of cums a day since our return.

Having our empty nest back is certainly a bonus, though there is a certain wistful regret that this is "for good". Mistress seems to be feeling the separation anxiety that comes with the realization that her little girls have really "flown the coop."

Of course, that empty nest does provide some opportunities for "mischief".  Over the last few days Mistress has been sexting with her back-up side-dish K.  He has this fantasy of arriving here some work day morning as slave goes off to work, to enjoy the bounty of Mistress's lush and oh so desirable body.  And they've agreed that next Thursday morning will be the moment when K's fantasy turns to reality.

But we've not figured out exactly how this will work.

Should slave and Mistress have sex first, meaning that K gets "sloppy seconds"?

Or should slave simply "fluff" Mistress, making her particularly horny when K arrives, and allowing him to push her over the edge a time or two?

And should cage be in or out of his cock cage when K arrives?

We have a few days to figure this out. Any thoughts, dear readers?

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Tuckered Temptress

When I got home from work yesterday evening, Mistress was tucked under the covers.

"I'm tired Slave....."

Apparently it had been a taxing day. Mistress seemed to be in that "rode hard, put away wet" state that follows an afternoon of excess, though nicely decorated in a  turquoise and black nighty I had gifted her for Christmas.

Yes, K had made it, as she had informed me via a very distracting text message when I was in a tedious lunch time meeting.

"So how did it go, Mistress?", I asked as I was shedding my work costume.

"It was good Slave.... very good..... if a little exhausting....he just never seems to stop...."

I took this  photo of Mistress as she lay before me, to share with our devoted readers, then descended to my knees, to worship at a well utilized altar of delight, while asking for a little more detail."

"After I got home from spinning and showered, I decided there was no point in getting dressed again.... she he was greeted at the door with me in this, Slave....", indicating said turquoise and black nighty, which scarcely covers Mistress's bottom.

"Hmmmm..... any undies, Mistress?"

"What would have been the point, Slave?"

"Was he pleased with your look, Mistress...."

"Oh yes.... he wondered if I traipsed around the house like this all the time...."

"I can vouch for that....."

"That's what I told him Slave..... he asked whether you got to grope me when I was so slightly covered...."

By now my wind was focused on him doing the groping, which I suspect happened right after the front door was closed.

"Did you tell him about how I get to access the folds while we watch TV, Mistress...."

"I think he got the message, Slave...."

Said folds were a bit salty, and warm from overuse, but I did my best to sooth Mistress to one final cum of the day, then settled next to her, knowing that it would be too taxing to expect anything more until morning for me. But I was still a bit curious about how things unwound here in our bed at lunch time.

"So what did you do, Mistress.... how long did all this go on?

"I'd say about an hour and fifteen, Slave.... he likes all those crazy positions... and spent a lot of time with his mouth on me too."

"And did you suck his cock, Mistress?"

"Well of course I did, Slave.... but not for too long.... he was so anxious to fuck me."

K is in his early 40's. So he "bounces back" faster than us old farts. Mistress confirmed that he came twice through the course of their "nooner", and Mistress clearly was feeling the effects of all that action, on top of her mid-week afternoon diversion with Jay.

"I think I need a pre-dinner Nap, Slave."

I completely understood.