Mistress and Slave Meet the Swingers

With her afternoon delight with Mr. Leprecock behind her on friday, you couldn't blame Mistress if she called it a night, and retreated with her pampered house Slave to the UCTMW World HQ for a little R & R. 

But as it turns out, she had arranged to meet a "gentleman" and his wife at a local downtown bar with her Slave in tow.

This was another guy who contacted her via AM. He noticed the part in Mistress's profile that says her husband is clued in on her extracurricular activities, and told her that he and his wife have a similar arrangement: but (unlike Slave) they both "play the field".  They talked on the phone the other night, and Mistress was intrigued enough by some of his stories that it seemed like a four way meet up might be entertaining.

Now this guy really isn't Mistress's "type". He is more working class hero than over educated "professional". He works for the local public utility, and we have started calling him the "Witchita Lineman" after that old Glen Campbell song.  We met him and his wife at a local sports bar he suggested, one of those places with wall to wall big screen TVs with Masters' highlights and the local baseball team clogging the plasma. 

(Of course, Mistress had a crash course on Masters highlights earlier in the afternoon, so she now was well aware of what a "leader board" was.  She knew that numbers like 5+ did not reference cock size).

Shane and Bridget are both in their early 40's, and we got to know them over some unhealthy food,  Guinness for me and a Chardonnay for Mistress.

We all shared some funny stories about our sexual adventures over the last few years. They've worked the local "swinger" scene, and we told them about our trip to the downriver dungeon with Aisha.  Mistress even shared the fact that her boredom at work that Friday had led her on a frolic and detour to the home of Mr. Leprecock only a few hours earlier.

Bridgett was tall and fairly attractive, but with a laugh that was a little scary, and made Slave want to suppress his trademark humor about half-way through our conversation. But when they told a story about she and a female friend getting it on with a strap-on at one of their "parties", I must say the thought of her buried between Mistress's legs piqued my prurient interest.

What became clear was that while both of them are free to indulge, Bridgett's been getting a lot more action than Shane, and Shane is not the type, like some of us out there, who necessarily gets off on the whole cuckold thing.

Shane was clearly interested in the lovely Molly, and moving this little party somewhere more private where he might be able to slide her out of her panties.

"If we didn't have a kid and babysitter over at our house, I'd invite you home with us right now."

Of course we had an empty nest, but I didn't notice Mistress suggesting that we adjourn there.

On the way home, Mistress acknowledged what was pretty obvious from the start. Shane was not the type of guy she would want to bed. A little too short. A little too goofy. Rough edges in the wrong places. But how to tell that to a perfectly nice guy we had a pleasant and entertaining evening with?

"If I did it it would be a sympathy fuck, Slave... I kind of feel bad that she's getting so much more action than he is...."

"I think you're beyond sympathy fucks, Mistress....."

On the other hand, we had fun with them as 2 couples sharing funny stories about our in-common kinks in a way we can never do with the boring folks we normally socialize with. That's good isn't it?

When we got home, there was the predictable text from Shane,  raving about how sexy he thought Mistress was, and wondering when they might get together again.... "how about tomorrow night.... LOL."

(Did I ever mention that Mistress wonders about guys who use LOL in the communications?)

So do we invite them over for a fun dinner at our house some night, while making it clear that this is not a door opener for Shane to get it on with Mistress?  Or do we simply cut things off all together?

Any thoughts, dear readers?

Mistress's Generous Offer

It was another day in the cage here on Thursday…. Same “excuse”, not that one is needed… Mistress was leaving a little later, and taking the surly teen #2 to work with her. So Mick had to make sure the cage was in place before leaving for the office solo at my normal time.

One fringe benefit: Mistress had the side advantage of that harder than ordinaire cock, brought on by the tight ring around my cock and balls,  as I took advantage of permission to fuck her yesterday morning.

After work, we took the teen to a new pizza joint in the older part of the city… very urbanista, with a big wood fired oven imported from Naples. Yummy stuff. But our dinner out extended my cage day until around 8 pm…. By then my scrotum was getting a little tender. Mistress was determined to take a bike ride, but she was kind enough to release me first, even before giving me the chance for worship.

On our ride, we talked a bit about her conversations during the day with the WC. It seems his  closest colleague, let’s call him S, is going through an ugly divorce.  The wife is trying to serve him with papers. M has been advising him on how to handle this stress.

“M told S that he just needs to go out and get fucked…. To move on….”

“Sounds like good advice Mistress…. And what did you say….”

“I offered to help. S sounds like a nice guy. I told M I’d be happy to come out for a ‘sympathy fuck’”.

This is a concept we’ve talked about before.  Back in the day when Molly and Mick were ‘dating’ (married to other folks too), she often mentioned that she was tempted to provide a “sympathy fuck” to a mutual friend who had been doggedly coming onto her for some time. A nice guy, but not all that attractive to Molly (at least not nearly as attractive to the more alpha Mick in those days, at least that's what I told myself ).

Mistress never “succumbed” to that particular guy (0r so I am told), but my sense is there were a few notches on her belt, even at the young age of 27 or so, that fell into this category.  Folks that really were not in her “league” but that she dabbled with out of a sense of noblesse oblige? Or maybe just curiosity?

I’m wondering if any of our readers have a comment on this form of social interaction… have you engaged in the “mercy” or “sympathy” fuck…. Or is this just bad behavior? (I suppose it’s something a guy could do too.)

In any event, back you our little dialog.

“And how did M take your generous offer?”

“He didn’t like it at all, Slave….he said if there’s anyone out here you are going to fuck, it will be me.”

I laughed. I knew where this was heading. M can get a little possessive, jealous even, particularly for a guy who has not met his little Molly in the flesh to show her the famous "special occasion cock".

“And you said….”

“That I’d made that offer before, and what had it gotten me so far…. I even told him he could let S know he’s invited to our 4^th of July party at our mountain hideaway…(not too far a drive from Judge Miguel’s ‘county seat’.)

“Oh I’m sure he’ll pass that invitation along….”

“Right. He said that if anyone’s coming it would be him and B….”

“Well they're invited too Mistress….”

By the time we got home, and Slave had showered off, it seemed all this sex talk had us both in the “mood”.

“Why don’t you go insert your little device, Slave… I want a particularly hard cock…”

She meant the aneros, which had not been deployed in a week or so. And it certainly did the trick.

After I used my mouth and lips to bring Mistress to a series of little climaxes, her hips rolling, little gasps of pleasure escaping from her mouth, she teased my work-a-day cock to desperation with those nicely manicured fingers.

Until I was begging to fuck her.

Fortunately, she showed the same mercy to me that she had offered to show S.

As I took my pleasure from her, we revisited her conversation with the WC.

“I suppose if M won’t extend the offer, you could just email S directly, maybe with on of those hot photos.”

“Oh, Slave…. you really are a trouble maker.”

So true….