Another Cuckold Friday Night

Mistress and Slave were back in bed together last night. And while she allowed me to salve her well used clean shaven folds with my tongue before we drifted off the sleep, she was probably wise to require a day of abstinence from her horny slave.  After all she'd had a busy sleepover with her lover.

Between laps and licks I asked her to share a little detail of her night out.

"Well there was sex when I got there..... he likes to take me standing with me on the side of the bed. And boy did he fuck me hard, Slave......"

"What did you guys do for dinner?"

"Well after all that sex, I'm there naked on his couch, wrapped in a blanket. It seems I'm naked there a lot, doesn't it? Well,  it was hard to imagine getting dressed again to go out for dinner, so Jay went out to pick up some Indian food...."

"And after dinner?"

"More sex slave.....he does like it when I am the one doing the oral stimulation...."

"You slept in though?"

"I did. I was tired. I don't think I woke until 8....but Jay's an early riser. He must have been up exercising at 6:30 am.  He woke me with a cup of coffee. naked. and with a very hard cock."

At this point, Slave doubled down on my devotion, and Mistress had one more cum to top off her day.

I'd better take my opportunity for some fun of my own this morning. Because, well,  tonight may find me sleeping with the cats again.

"Jay accepted our invitation to come over here tonight, Slave...."

I expect there will be drinks, dinner, and an early bedtime for Mistress and Jay in the UCTMW Executive Suite.

"I figure we should take advantage of his availability while his son is out of town, don't you agree, Slave?"

Who am I to argue when Mistress invites a lover to share her bed.

HNT: Mistress Stops for Worship Before a Night With Her Lover

Mistress added significantly to April's "cum count" yesterday.

First, there was slave worshiping her in the morning. As I plied her clean shaven folds with my tongue and lips I suspect  she was anticipated her upcoming night with her lover Jay,

Fortunately, she was in a beneficient mood, allowing me to take my own pleasure in said folds before her cock was put on lock down for the day.

"Make sure to give me the key Slave... for safe keeping. If you're good I'll let you know where I've hidden it tonight."

"Yes, Mistress."

Her plan was to head over to Jay's house around 5 pm. But she had a downtown meeting at lunch time before her agenda turned to entirely pleasure.  And that meant there was time for a little office worship to take the edge off her mounting anticipation.  As you can see, tights season is over, but Mistress hasn't abandoned those boots just yet.

Mistress breezed into my office with a teasing "Hello, Slave....."

I went into worship mode. Closing the door. Sliding Mistress's "throne" against it. Then draping a soft absorbent blanket over the otherwise scratchy upholstery.  Mistress smooth bum deserved no less.

And as I slid to my knees and went on task, I was certainly conscious of my caged cock. It took a great deal of mental discipline to keep things in check, particularly with the thought that the next cock to pleasure Mistress would not be my own.

Mistress seemed to enjoy my attention. But soon she was off to her meeting, and then on to her Lover's "nest" for an evening of private passion.

I did get a text from her last night.... "Lots of sex slave.... and Indian carryout."

Before my bedtime (I suspect she had already spent a lot of time in bed), Mistress called and gave me my parole.... telling me where I could find the key.

"But remember Slave.... no touching."

"Yes, Mistress."

Mistress Has Plans . , ,

Mistress has been catching up on her sleep these last three nights. It was a busy weekend after all, and tonight she has another sleepover date with her lover Jay.

And she made clear yesterday exactly what she has in mind, as she anticipated her night away.

"It's good sex with Jay, slave.  Very good."

That's the sort of talk that gets a distinctive "rise" out of a well trained cuckold husband.

And with Mistress planning to spend the evening out, Slave knew he had a responsibility to ask about extra security measures.

"Should I wear the cage tomorrow, Mistress?"

"Well of course Slave.....I don't want you to succumb to temptation while I'm away for the night."

So Slave is up early, making sure that the hard ring of my cock cage is in place. But I am hoping that there will be a little action up in the UCTMW Executive Suite before Mistress's work-a-day cock goes into lock down mode.

Mistress's Busy Weekend

On our Saturday afternoon bike ride, Mistress made a surprising confession.

"I'm actually sexed out, Slave...."

"You?"

"Think about it Slave.... Sex with you Thursday morning. Sex with Jay Thursday night. And again Friday morning. Then with you again Friday afternoon.  Then Friday night with Jay again. And Saturday morning too."

Ah yes. Friday night.

Jay joined us for dinner, then sidled into bed with Mistress in the UCTMW executive suite. That left Slave in our daughter's bed, where our two cats seem particularly annoyed that the house's social order had been so grievously tossed on it's head. 

I could hear a little bit of conversation and giggling next door, but what was up was unclear.

In the morning, when Mistress came downstairs to ask me to make some coffee for her "guest", she gave me a brief after action report.

"Jay loves to see me use the hitachi on myself, Slave..... so there was that, and a little sex afterwords before we went to sleep."

Mistress and Jay holed up in their room for another hour or two.... it sounds as if the Hitachi was out and humming again between Mistress's thighs.... and then the three of us walked up to a local greasy spoon for a late morning breakfast.

Then old Mick did some field slave work in our yard, while Mistress and Jay took a romantic walk around our old neighborhood.  Jay headed back to his house early in the afternoon. And that's when we took our bike ride.

"All sexed out, Mistress..... does that mean it's an abstinence day for me?"

Hopefully I didn't sound too sulky.  I was a tad horny after all. It had been nearly 24 hours, since I had scrupulously followed the "no touch rule" laid down before bedtime on Friday night.

"Oh.... don't worry, Slave.... I'm sure we can work something out after our Saturday afternoon nap....."