Yesterday, before I headed to my own personal coal mine, she gave me a summary of her day: spinning in the AM. Work on some written projects at home, prepare some lasagna for dinner with our homeward bound girls, then pick the East Coast Co-Ed up at the airport.
So I figured I knew where I could find her - at home - when I called to check in at lunch time.
But, alas.... the phone rang.... no Mistress. She didn't even respond to my text.
Hmmmm.
She was off the radar screen.
Then, at around 1:30 or so the text chimed.....
"Jay came over Slave, and well .... update you later."
The story as it ultimately came out via phone and a more complete debriefing later was that they had planned to meet for lunch, but then Mistress suggested he come over for a plate of the lasagna she had just whipped up.
I guess that is one way to a man's cock....
I wonder if Mistress was slaving away in the kitchen, dressed like this when Jay arrived?
Keep in mind that Jay and Mistress stopped being "fuck buddies" about a year ago. He had issues with the shared nature of this sort of relationship. Probably understandable, but it I always wondered, "what's not to like?"
Then they went into a "biking buddies" phase.
They talk on the phone.
ride bikes.
She goes over to visit when she is "in the neighborhood".
There's been a little kissing.
There was that shared shower one day.
But no sex.
So what happened?
"After we ate the lasagna, I was cleaning up and he just came up from behind and grabbed me Slave..."
The rest was inevitable, apparently.
Soon they were up in the UCTMW Executive suite, clothes frantically falling away, and Jay taking her standing up, Mistress laying on her back on the bed.
"Then he had me do myself with the Hitachi Slave... for some reason he seems to really like that."
No doubt.
"Sounds like you had a productive day, Mistress...."
"I did Slave...."
And she had that well fucked smile that comes with a little afternoon action with your "side dish" before an empty nest gets re-infested.
Of course, Slave got to taste the results of a busy day for the clean shaven folds once we finished our own lasagna with the girls.
But I had to wonder.
"After all those months of relatively platonic buddy stuff, what turned the page?"
"Not sure Slave.... it's complicated for him. He wanted to know if I was going to tell you."
"And you said?"
"Of course... what's to hide, I said . He just laughed."
Crazy. Maybe we just chalk it up to the ricotta cheese.
