Cougar Week Kick-off

Mistress shared a nice sushi dinner with Matt, last night. I had a political meeting to cover at dinner time, but she was able to text me an update as we covered plans for GOTV.

"Very nice guy, Slave."

"But is there a hotness factor?"

"I can work with it."

"You are very creative, Mistress."

I got home first, and Mistress made it home by around 9 pm.  She stayed long enough to linger over some sake and get to know the guy she'd been texting with and talking to for several days. She had made a point of not rushing into this one. And I suspect Matt was impressed with Mistress in her black dress, boots and tights.

(I know I was impressed as she headed off to work yesterday morning.  Slave has a fetish for those tights, and this was the first day of tights season, as temperatures crashed in River City.)

I got a brief update.

"He's very nice. Funny. Grounded. Pretty attractive, with the shaved head look."

"Was he comfortable with the age difference, Mistress?"

"No problem there. He said I look younger than a lot of women his age...."

"Did he try to kiss you Mistress?"

"He gave me a hug.... He's a gentleman though, and will not push it. He said he wants to see me later this week if we can, but with this schedule? ... not sure that's going to work."

Indeed, he asked Mistress to text him to assure she'd gotten home safely, which of course she did.

"So does he deserve a return engagement?"

"I think so, Slave....."

In the meantime, as Mistress was getting ready for bed, she was hearing from her other supplicants.

"K wants to talk, Slave.... it's late and I'm tired, but maybe I'll tell him for a little while."

She chatted with K as I tended to a few household tasks that Mistress noted needed handling.

He's the 42 year old, Engineer, divorced, who has an out of town girl friend. Mistress was impressed with his photo, and plans to meet him for drinks on Thursday.

"He's says he can't wait until Thursday Slave.... but he seems.... complicated. We'll see.

She slid into a black nightie, and then looked again at her I-phone.

"Hmmm..... David wants me to send him a 'hot' picture, Slave.... "

She took a seductive pose across the bed, and handed me her phone.  I clciked a few poses, which she sorted through and texted off to David.

Soon her phone was ringing.... David.

They chatted a while, more about his job and plans for him to join us for dinner tonight than anything explicit. Mistress made it clear that her dutiful husband was there beside her as she chatted. David understands the whole arrangement.

This evening should be interesting.



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Another Prospect for Mistress's Cougar Week Collection

AS we head into Cougar Week, Mistress is feeling a little stressed.

There's David, her would be Dom, who woke her with a text Sunday morning that started "god morning, my little concubine".  That led to a giggle, and was a nice little prelude to our morning sexual engagement, that began with Mistress on her tummy, the Hitachi thrust between her legs from behind.  After a thrashing cum with an assist from modern technology, Slave fucked her from behind for a while before flipping her over for a suitable denouement (with her permission, of course).

Of course, she got a good morning greeting from Matt too. He's the earnest suitor, who's been sharing cute photos of his kids, and will be sharing sushi with her this evening.

The weather has gotten cold and damp here this weekend, so we headed off to our gym for some exercise, then came home to watch the end of the movie we started Saturday night. But when the movie was over, Mistress noted another message from David.

"He wants me to call Slave..... I think he wants to engage me in some more phone sex...."

So Slave dug into the New York Times, while Mistress took that seductive body up to the Executive Suite. She came up for air about an hour later, "refreshed", and suggested I join her upstairs as she dressed for a walk with one of her female friends.

But before she dressed, she took this photo  to share with David, via text. I like those perky nipples!


"So how did that go, Mistress?"

"Nice, Slave.... he seems to want me."

"No doubt .... And were there any rituals he's indulging in with you?"

"I'm to call him Master, Slave. and he calls me his little sex slave."

"Well, he's definitely picked up on that little kink."

She also announced there is a change of plans for her Tuesday date with David. Instead of meeting him at a local restaurant, she's invited him over to our house for dinner.

"I told him you're a great cook, Slave. He's anxious to meet you. Sounds like we have a lot in common, including politics. Of course, he knows about our 'arrangement'....is that OK?"

Who am I to object?  Sounds like Tuesday will be an interesting evening at the UCTMW World HQ. I'd better plan my menu.

And now there is a third candidate.

He popped up in Mistress's Ashley Madison in-box late last week, and a combination of his profile and hunky photos piqued Mistress's interest. He's also 42, like Matt. An Engineer for a large local company. Divorced, but with a girl friend in a different time zone.

"Am I crazy to interview another one, Slave?"

"Well who knows.... the first two could be busts.... nothing hurts to conduct proper due diligence ... cast the nest as wide as possible."

Yesterday afternoon we headed up to have dinner with our cute Co-Ed, taking Mistress's mother along with us. And while David, who lives in the same small town, lobbied Mistress to drop by at his house on this little trip, she demurred, figuring it might be a little hard to explain that little detour to her Mother.

Imagine it: "Mom.... I need to stop at this guy's house for about 30 minutes to test for 'chemistry'. Do you mind waiting with Mick in the car?"

But she was fielding a barage of texts (0r in David's case, 'sexts') from her three 'cougar bait' suitors as we drove up and back to the charming college town, with Mom in the back seat.

Once we had dropped her mother off, Mistress announced that Cougar Bait # 3 wanted to talk. But so did Matt. Priorities?

She elected to talk to the guy she had not yet talked with - Kevin. I watched a bit of the Broncos game on TV, as she adjourned to our living room, chatting with him in the dark for at least an hour.  She joined me back upstairs at around 10 pm.

"So what's the verdict, Mistress...."

"Definitely a contender, Slave .... I told him we could meet for a drink after work on Thursday."

After some end of the day worship, Mistress and I turned off the lights and settled into bed. She will need her rest for the week ahead.



 

Mistress's Day of Rest

Mistress was wise to rest a bit here on  Saturday.

After some early morning wake-up sex in the Executive Suite, Slave was off to teach a voting rights to some election day volunteers, and Mistress went to her spinning class and tended to her nails.

And Suzanne will be pleased to know that Mistress made sure I was locked safely away in my steel cage for the duration of our time apart.

"I know it can be uncomfortable Slave, but I really can't trust you at these political events."

After noon, on my way to visit my cranky mother, I checked in with Mistress via phone to see how her morning had gone.

"Good. Slave. nice class. And Dave (cougar bait #2) called me while I was headed there.... I think he was in the mood for more phone sex, but it's a little hard to do that while driving."


Once I made it home the rest of the afternoon was spent in bed. Mistress napped first.  I joined her. Then there was some slow and lazy twilight sex.  Mistress was in her black T-shirt showing her "team colors". Slave was too lazy to yank it off. I think her nipples may still be a little tender from her encounter with Nick earlier this week.  And, in any event, I was focused more on attending to those clean shaven folds.

All through the afternoon, it was hard not to notice the little soft buzz as text messages from Matt (this week's cougar bait #1) were flowing into Mistress's I-phone. Matt (the divorced guy)  was at his cabin out in the country with his two young kids, giving Mistress updates, and sending cute photos. 

This one seems very earnest, and certainly vanilla. But I think he's working hard to charm Mistress, and who can resist someone trying so hard to flatter and please.

Later, after we watched the old Hitchcock classic "Marnie" ( a very strange psychological drama with a young Sean Connery and Tipi Hedron with an utterly politically incorrect honeymoon "rape" scene"), Slave settled down with a certain anticipatory dread to watch what I anticipated to be the comeuppance of my so far undefeated Alma Mater at the hands of the much faster Sooners.

Somewhere into the first quarter, Mistress said that Matt had put his kids to bed, and wanted to call.

"You don't mind, do you, Slave."

Well, of course not. I was still in shock that my team had a 7-3 lead after the first quarter.

Mistress slid into the living room, the lights turned low, stretched out on the couch, talking to her wood be lover. During a commercial break, I poured her another glass of white, and served her there. She seemed content to be romanced. 

Later she joined me during the 2nd half 0n the couch, and I let my fingers linger in those moist clean shaven folds as my team, incredibly, built an insurmountable lead in the 4th quarter, stunning the assembled Red Necks in Norman, OK.  I bet they'll remember the sound of our "Victory March" at the end of the game for quite a long time!

"So how is Bachelor # 1, Mistress", I asked, as we headed up to bed.

"He's good Slave. He seems very anxious to meet me for dinner Monday. But he's already warning me that he hasn't had sex in 8 months."

Ouch.

"Let's hope he's taking care of his needs in other ways, Mistress."

"I didn't pry, Slave, but I did ask whether there's a chance he's forgotten how to do it."

She read me a text in which he ticked off Mistress's many charms - beauty, sex appeal, intelligent, accomplished, charm and a sense of humour too. All the things I know, and maybe don't complement her enough about after all these years together.

"It's all true, Mistress. But isn't it nice to get a 2nd opinion confirming the diagnosis every now and then?"

"It certainly is, Slave...."

Cougar Week

Mistress and Slave played hookey Friday afternoon, as Mistress alluded to in her  posting filed last evening.

It had been a long week for both of us, and particularly Mistress who had worked hard and played late on two evenings with Nic (Last week will be dubbed "Out of Towner Week",  retroactively).

So Mistress arranged for me to pick her up at 1 pm at her office, and we lunched at a cute Vietnamese place on an older part of town, before heading straight home, offices be damned.

"Lunch, a nap, sex, and maybe a trip to the gym", was how Mistress laid out our plans.

But we got a little distracted.

We have both found that once you turn Mistress's profile to the "open" position on AM, well, the flood gates are open. And since Mistress is a curious and adventurous sort, it's hard for her not to filter through the applicants and discover a few that peak her interest, particularly when they are persistent in their "pick me" messaging.

By Thursday night, Mistress had moved on from her adventure with Nic, and was sorting through the latest stack of "profiles" and supplications. Of course, some self-disqualify, either by the photos in their "private showcase", or the way they present themselves.

"This one lost me with the Camo-suit, Slave."

No, Mistress does not go for large guys driving fishing boats in camouflage.

And questions about whether you've read "Fifty Shades" seems to be a disqualifier as well.  Too mundane.

There was one guy who used Mistress's alluring photo of her legs spread in the passenger seat of our car as inspiration for a little micro-smut:

We're too far apart so I won't waste your time or mine but I wanted you to know that I love your photo. On a night on the town, I absolutely demand that my date wear stockings and heels. Like most men, I am very visual and when driving, I'd love seeing your great pair of legs with your dress or skirt pulled up just like your photo. I can't help but touch and squeeze the inside of your leg, where your stocking top and skin meet. I'll tell you to slide down in the seat, pull your panties aside and show me what a hot bitch you are. If you're a good girl, I'll let you use the vibrator I keep in my car for such occasions. When we arrive, I always use valet as I will expect you to provide the man opening your door a good look at what I'm going to take later on. And yes, you will wear panties and there is a good reason why :)

Good try!

Some guys can't seem to read her requirement that they be at least 5' 10". Mistress does not want to lean over to kiss you, dudes.

By Friday morning, Mistress had offered her email address and/or phone number to the two gentlemen who had risen to the top of her latest pile. Though there was a little confusion.

As her social secretary I noted that she had sent an email to one applicant, thinking it was the other. "I'm not sure that's the guy who said he wants to Dom you, Mistress."

Oops. (As it turned out, apparently the recipient of that message didn't figure out it was intended for Bachelor #2 instead.)

By the time I picked Mistress up for lunch, she admitted a little sheepishly that the two lucky gentlemen had been vying for her attention via text message through the day. Both are 8-9 years younger.

"I've never been a cougar, Slave....."

"I suppose that might be another thing to check off your bucket list while you can, Mistress."

We got home, stripped off the work clothes and settled into bed. I had some emails to catch up with. She had a power point to review, But there was that constant little distracting buzz as the text messages continued to pore into her I-phone.

As you might expect, Mistress seemed to enjoy the attention. Though I was a little concerned she might get the two text message threads confused.

As it turns out, Bachelor  No. 1 (we'll call him Matt), 42,  lives just a few miles away. Recently divorced.  Sort of conventional, business owner and Dad, but with a sense of humour, and a look that seemed to peak Mistress's interest.Sounds like he's coming off a bad break-up and needs some hand holding. But Mistress seems intrigued.

"I'm having sushi with him Monday night, Slave.  He keeps joking that I'm not allowed to have any sushi until then."

On the other hand, Bachelor No. 2 , 40, is more of a free spirit, and clearly into the kink. He is not married, but does have a teenaged daughter. He's the one who is into the whole Dom thing, and his text messages started out Friday morning rather hard core - urging Mistress to slide into something naughty and follow some rather smutty instructions. But once he learned that Mistress was at work, and wanted to go slow and learn more about him first, he backed off suitably.

As we were preparing for that nap, Mistress saw a text from him and announced that he was going to call her. Slave got to listen into the rather lengthy conversation that ensued. It turns out he lives in the little college town where our cute Co-Ed goes to school, about an hour away. He's spent lots of time out west, snowboards, etc. Mistress likes the "outdoorsy" type (as long as it does not involve guns or camo). With me listening in,  Mistress was quite open in describing the nature of the "power structure" here at UCTMW, including the  whole cuckold thing, and why Mistress is interesting in exploring her Sub side. Dave, as we will call him, was quite intrigued and certainly understood the concepts, something that J had some difficulty with.

They agreed to meet for dinner somewhere near here on Tuesday night.

So this week, Mistress has two more back to back dates, but with considerably younger gentlemen.

When the call was done, we did take that delayed nap. And afterwards, Mistress made sure to ride her Slave's cock to a few bracing cums, before Slave had his opportunity to release all that accumulated sexual tension.

By then the sun was down, and we had to admit to ourselves that that trip to the gym was a mirage of good intentions unfulfilled. Maybe today!

Slave poured some wine, and we adjourned downstairs to watch an episode of "Boardwalk Empire".  But there was one further interruption. Mistress went upstairs to get a sweater, and came back down a little sheepishly.

"Dave called when I was upstairs, Slave.... he wants to know if I'd like to do a little phone sex with him....would you mind?"

Well, what standing would I have to object? And of course I didn't mind. I had been more than satisfied, and if Mistress had some extra sexual tension to discharge, why stand in her way?

So Mistress adjourned to her Executive Suite for about 30 minutes, and came down with a nice satisfied grin.

"How'd that go, Mistress?"

"Ummmm.... nice Slave.... he let me use the hitachi.....Does this make me a slut?"

"That term has no negative connotation in this household, Mistress."

"I'm glad you think so, Slave."