CUckold Meme of the Day: Who's she texting?

In the days when Mistress had a lover or two (usually one on the front burner, and maybe a couple more on the back burners), it was always a bit of a turn-on when I'd hear her text chime go off, or see her texting with one of those sly smiles on her face.  Maybe while I was making dinner, or we were both sitting in the sun on our patio.  It might even happen while we read in bed before going to sleep at night. It took some discipline not to sneak a peek at her screen. Or ask her "who's texting?"  More tittilating was to speculate she was sexting with one of her "side dishes", or setting up a "nooner". 

Oops.

Isn't it handy to have a sleek little I-phone around to send little sexy messages to your Mistress or slave during the otherwise tedious work day?

We do it all the time. And I know Mistress exchanges little messages with her lover J too. It's a nice little tool to keep the "home fires burning".

Unless you happen to send one of those messages to the wrong person.

Those of you with these little tools are probably familiar with the "group text" function. type in two names and you can send a text to two... or even more people.

So the other day, when we were communicating to our daughter over in Europe about her plans for college in the fall, there was one of those three way loops set up between daughter, father and mother.

But it can get a little confusing. On the screen it may just show who the last message was from. and when you hit reply, its quite possible to forget there is a 3rd person that will be part of your text conversation.

Yesterday Mistress gave me a panicky call: "I can't believe I copied our daughter on that message, Slave...."

Huh?  I don;t have the little chime activated on my phone, so sometimes I am a little behind on my texting.

So I picked it up, pressing the little text icon.

Sure enough, there was Mistress's message to me:

"Hot sex this am Slave."

Well, in fact it was very hot. Mistress and I both woke a little early. She didn't have to jump on her bike just yet. Carnality ensued.

But now I saw the problem.

Our daughter had gotten the message.

When Mistress realized what she had done she sent a little sheepish message back ..... sorry sweetie. forgot you were on this".

There was no response at all from our no doubt eye rolling, puking daughter.

Let's hope she survives the embarrassment, and just think the 'slave" part was inscrutable (if icky) parental banter, rather than some disclosure about the nature of our relationship here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Meanwhile, our other daughter, the cute Co-Ed took a little more time than expected getting back from College last night.  The weather here had gone crazy. Our car had to ford a veritable river on the interstate on the way home. And she delayed her departure until the sirens stopped wailing.

While we got home a little later than normal, we still had a little time before the empty nest was put to rest.

"Why don't you put in your device, Slave",  Mistress instructed.  She knew I was a little cranky after our typical 30 minute commute home had stretched to nearly 2 hours.  Sure enough, the aneros combined with the addictive aroma of Mistress's juices as I buried my mouth and lips in her clean shaven folds, more than did the trick.

She moaned her way to a little starter cum, then used her well manicured fingers to drive her cock to the state of desperation that amuses her.  I had to beg more than a few times before she relented and allowed me to fuck her.

So at least we ended the college year in style here in River City.... just in time to help our daughter unpack the car.

Leading to the age old question:  why the f**k do they need all that stuff in their dorm rooms and how does it ever fit?