Another One Bites the Dust

We left you hanging here Friday afternoon with Slave heading home to see how Mistress did with her "nooner" engagement with K, the 43 year older who was a late contender for Mistress's Cougar Week play-offs.

On the drive home, Mistress let me know that the "coast was clear", so I did not have to worry about barging into anything that would make all of us blush. 

I found Mistress in bed, her laptop open, under the covers, dressed in one of her cute little nighties. She had that post-well - fucked look on her face.

"My body's sore, slave...."

The debriefing went as you might expect, if you were a 61 year old Slave / Cuckold coming home after your wife had spent a few hours in bed with a young(er) stud.

"He knows what he's doing Slave.... and he 'bounces back' quickly.... we did it three times betweem 1:30 and 4:00."

"Impressive, Mistress."

And he likes different positions.... from the side, from behind, me riding his cock."

"Sounds like you had a lot of orgasms, Mistress...."

"Oh, I did Slave...."


"But I detect a slight lack of enthrallment...."

"Well.... I have to say, he's a little strange...."

"How so, Mistress...."

"Well, kind of full of himself.... he actually said 'some women say I have the perfect cock'."

"Well was it perfect? 

"It was OK, Slave.... but nothing to marvel over."

"Glad to know the WC doesn't have to worry about that...."

"And his situation is pretty strange...."

Mistress went on to describe the fact that K, who is divorced, has what some might consider a bizarre relationship with a woman who lives out west.... they met on a yahoo chat page, and have had a three year relationship. But they've only actually been together three times.  But he says  she's planning to move in with him at the end of the school year, along with her child.

OK, maybe that's not so odd. But K, who had said he also wants a 'live' relationship here in River City, is rather tightly leashed by this woman.

"He says he can't go more than about 2 hours without 'checking in' with her.... so, if I spent the night at his house, he'd have to be able to talk to her for about an hour or more every night..."

"So he's got you there, but is probably having phone sex with her in another room?  Ewww....."

"Very Ewwww, Slave....."

"Had he told you about all this before...."

"There were wiffs of it Slave, but not all the details."

"So what made you overcome that initial reluctance, I mean some of his texts were pretty anal... like whether you could PDA in public, or go on weekend trips with him, even before you figured whether there was a spark?"

"I guess I fell for those superficial good looks, Slave. He has this Abercrombie model handsome thing going for him.... and making out with him on the park bench was kind of hot. But, truth be told, after the first time we had sex, I was ready for him the leave."

"But at least you got those extra cums for the 2nd and 3rd times, Mistress."

"True... but now my body hurts...."

Poor Mistress.

But yesterday she sent  K a brief text message which she read to me. The gist was that it was nice meeting him, but his situation was way too complicated, and she had no desire to get in the middle of his relationship with the lady from out west.

Good bye  Mr. Perfect Cock.

That leaves David and Matt.

Matt is the "nice guy", divorced, who has been dutifully texting Mistress this weekend from his trip with his two cute kids to the Smokies. They have another dinner scheduled Wednesday night. He's the tortoise in the race. But as Mistress says, maybe he needs a wife, not a lover.

And as it turns out David, the free spirit, texted Mistress early this morning, taking advantage of the time change.

He's "summoned" his "little slave" to come up to his town today even earlier than planned, and dictated that she wear a skirt.  She seems excited by these demands, and will surprise him with her "peek-a-boo" tights. It's cold out here this morning !

Fortunately, there was still some time for wake-up sex for her dutiful Slave.  But there is a downside.

"All these rendezvous are messing with my exercise schedule, Slave. But amazingly, I've lost 8 pounds in a week."

"Wow.  There could be a book in this: "The Mistress Molly Diet:  Cougar Your Way to a New You".

I'll get the editorial staff on it.

Mistress Has Another Brush With the Law

You could call this a bonus post, but then there have been so many things going on at the UCTMW World HQ that its hard to keep up with events.

First, there is the tampering with our "valuable" personnel assets by our friendly competitors over at All Mine. Sure, Suzanne, we appreciate your generous promotion of our blog. But all this fawning over the WC's once every few months posting about the come on he's getting from that disgruntled horny housewife at his gym who works out sans undies was a little over the top. Miguel throws in some quotation marks and suddenly he's James Joyce?  This is more sucking up than Jay's Trophy Cock gets most weekdays.  I'm a little concerned that you are trying to get the WC to jump ship, despite the stringent terms of his ironclad non-compete.  At least let's work a trade. Maybe Sherry would like to spend some time over here at UCTMW?

But what has gotten me on the laptop before heading home this evening has more to do with Mistress's date last night with K.  They met at a local restaurant, a few miles from our house, in a rustic old neighborhood along some old railroad tracks.  The restaurant sits on a quiet little square, which is where Mistress had her little brush with the law last night.

When I signed off last night entry here, all I knew was that Mistress's date appeared to exceed the diminished expectations she had beforehand.  What was supposed to be dinner at 8 pm had lasted until around 11 pm.

Shortly after Jon Stewart came on, I did get a text saying she'd "be home soon."

And sure enough, she was home by around 11:30 pm, a wicked smile on her face.

"That was a surprise, Slave.... he may be the best one yet.  Much nicer in person than on the phone. And very sexual."

"Hmmm.... How could you tell?"

Well after dinner, he walked me to the car, but we decided to sit for a while on the park bench there on the square. It was dark... no one was around.... so we started to make out."

"And how did that go, Mistress..."

In the meantime Slave is being reminded that his cage is still locked tight. But this sex talk is making it suddenly much, much tighter.

"Nice Slave.... he's a very good kisser...."

She's taking off her dress now....

"How about unlocking the cage, Mistress?"

"We'll get there Slave.... let me wash my face first."

Ouch.

"But just as things were getting hot.... well a cop pulled up.... asked what we were doing there, and reminded us that 'loitering' was prohibited."

"I guess you're lucky he didn't run you in.... it might have been a little embarrassing to K if I had to bail you both out."

Ultimately, Mistress did unlock me. And it was obvious there was a little undischarged sexual energy that needed to be dealt with by her Slave's devoted lips and tongue. And by the time that was done, well, Slave's work-a-day cock was eager to get into the action. As we fucked, I did a little more debriefing.

"He was playing with my breasts Slave.... through my top.... and he slid his hand between my legs... my regular tights were on.... but it was nice...."

"Did you come, Mistress...."

"No.... I didn't want him to think I was TOO easy....."

"And what about your hands Mistress. Did they wander?"

"Did I feel his cock you mean? Why yes I did, Slave...."

"And?'

"Hard Slave..... and he seems very well endowed...."

I guess it was good that the Cops asked them to "move on". Who knows where things would have gone.

"So is there a return engagement scheduled Mistress?"

"Why yes... we compared schedules and we're both taking the afternoon off tomorrow. meeting right here at 1 pm.... So I guess you and I will be driving separately."

Mistress thought it should be a cage day. But since I had a meeting in a building with a metal detector, Slave got off the hook today. Good thing too, since sitting in a boring meeting contemplating my wife in bed with her new lover might have been especially painful.

She did call me on her way home, around 12:15 pm.  "Is it bad that I'm doing this with the 2nd guy this week, Slave?"

"Three if you count me, Mistress.... and its in within four days come to think of it."

"It's good you're keeping track."

Well I've killed enough time at the office. It's almost 5:30. I warned her I'd be home around 6 pm.  What I don't know is whether K will be there when I get home.

Could be interesting.

Mistress's Busy Thursday Morning

On Thursday of Cougar Week Mistress decided it was time to rest... a little.

The plan was  for her to sleep in a little later, then go to the gym for spinning, showing up at work by around 11 am or so.

"You can wake me at 7:15 for sex, Slave."

And so I did. But not before she checked to confirm I'd schmushed my balls and cock into the steel ring that forms the seat of my cock cage.

"It's definitely a cage day for you. We're driving separately... and you have one of those political events after work that I worry about."

So for our wake-up sex, Mistress had the bonus of the extra hard and persistent cock that comes as a fringe benefit of that steel ring.

Once she was sufficiently pleasured, I showered and was sliding into my work costume when she got a text ....

"It's David, Slave... and he''s already starting with those salacious messages."

 I'm not sure how she responded, but soon the phone was ringing, and it became clear that Mistress was going to "double her pleasure."

Mistress explained that David was keen on some phone sex, once he learned she was not rushing off to work. So Slave gathered up his clothes and I excused myself downstairs for breakfast.

No more than about 15 muntues later, Mistress was downstairs with that dazed and pleased look on her face, kissing me goodbye.

"He's very efficient Slave....plus I had the Hitachi on hand."

She seemed particularly pleased that David was not willing to wait  for a little shared sexual energy until their date on Sunday afternoon.

But despite bright prospects for David, Mistress has not completed her Cougar due diligence.

As I type, she's out on her third dinner date of the week, with Bachelor No. 3: K. She was a little skeptical about him last night.  K seems a little too much a long range planner / plodder in their recent conversations than the type of more spontaneous fellow that would normally be appealing to her.

But their dinner is now into it's third hour. And when I texted earlier "how's it going?", She took a while but then responded "it's very good...."

So maybe we have another contender.

Indeed, when we talked earlier today, she pointed out that David seems to be the sort of "live for today" kind of guy that will make him more the one or two times a month entertainment.

"Fine by me, Slave.... but certainly leaving room for someone else in the mix, don't you think?"

An extra lover or two are certainly well within her contractual rights.

Cougar on the Prowl

Sorry to leave you hanging friends.... but there was no time yesterday for a full "read out" on Tuesday's dinner with David here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Here is the quick briefing, which Mistress might want to add to in the days to come:

David arrived at around 6:45 pm, a bottle of white in hand, showing excellent social skills.

He's about 5'11', in good shape, with the 4 day beard look. Casually dressed, and not at all uncomfortable in meeting Molly's "old enough to be your dad" husband.

Slave can tell within minutes of his arrival that Mistress is charmed.

Definitely a click.

In advance, Mistress had warned me that David was a little nervous. He was not only meeting a prospective lover, but also his older husband.

No doubt,  he had calculated the odds of "What if he's a jealous pyscho" , and they probably were not de minimis in his mind.

So we had rehearsed a little dog and pony show in the event that the cehmistry between the two of them was clear, all to be accomplished before Slave had to focus on a 7:30 pm conference call and dinner prep.

We settled into the living room, Mistress and Slave sipping wine. David a beer.

I sat in a side chair. Mistress and David were side by side on the couch.

I could tell that things were going well as we talked through some common interests - the Grateful Dead , Skiing - when it became clear Mistress was sidling ever closer to him, hoping for a casual touch, with accompanying spark.

That's when I launched into my 5 minute synopsis.

Our marriage. Slave's brief betrayal. Our reconciliation, but on much stricter terms. The contract. Mistress's right to choose other lovers, female or male.  Our discovery that the whole cuckold thing was very hot for both of us.

Amazingly, it all seemed quite natural to him.

At some point during all this, Mistress's hand had settled onto his leg, as she added some poignant details to the narrative.

Then it was time for me to do my call, and start dinner.

"Now Slave.... no rush..... do not serve dinner until at least 8:30....."

"Yes, Mistress...."

She was making it clear.... there would be some "getting to know you" time, and Slave was not going to abbreviate it with an early dinner bell.

As I futzed around the kitchen, just down a short hall from the living room, it was easily determinable that the two of them had adjourned upstairs after a brief but undoubtedly torrid engagement on the couch.

I made sure not to rush dinner.

But as 8:30 approached, Mistress announced a slight change of plans from the top of the stairs.

"Give us another 20  minutes or so, Slave...."

"No problem, Mistress...."

By the time they re-emerged, Mistress was out of the dress and black tights she had been in earlier, and down to a black, short nighty. No undies, of course.

It seemed that the "getting to know you" had gone well.

And just to be sure, they re-adjourned upstairs for another hour or so as Slave cleaned up after dinner.

David left at around 10 pm, Mistress insisting on a kiss at the doorway. He had no scruples about accommodating her as I sat there, having said goodbye from the couch. Indeed, he seemed to enjoy cupping her ass in his hand as he ravished her mouth.

Afterwords, Mistress allowed me to worship before bed time. But she deferred my own release until morning.

"I'm a little tired Slave....I hope you understand."

"Of course, I do..... I take it the 'interview' went well...."

From how damp her clean shaven folds were, I think I knew the answer.

But just to make sure her first impression was correct, Mistress has arranged for  a follow up interview with David on Sunday afternoon, while Slave is at the Pussycats' next scheduled humiliation against the WC's  Donkeys.

"I told the cute Co-Ed I'll bring up her winter coats, maybe take her to lunch.... then meet David at his house."

Nothing like a woman who won't take being an "NFL widow" sitting down.