Lunch Flirt

One of the fun parts of Mistress's contractual right to play the field is that she can share with her slave the occasional flirtations that most hot spouses probably engage in, but have to keep underwraps to avoid the more traditional spousal jealousy backlash.

Example: yesterday Mistress had a lunch "date" with a guy she had dated all the way back in High School. They reconnected when her Mother (the Dowager Domme) mentioned that she had run into Peter at some business function. Mom must have made some comment that Peter seemed to be doing very well for himself and was looking good. And that he'd like to here from Molly.

(Hmmmm.   Do you think DD got so deep into Mistress's emails that she figured out that she has permission to cuckold her husband/slave?  Was this a hook-up? Now there's something to contemplate.)

Well Mistress couldn't help but look him up on facebook. And make the reconnection. Leading to their lunch date.  When I asked about him she said they had met in some sort of high school ski club, but he went to a different high school.  They dated some, but Mistress had a more permanent relationship in her neighborhood. So, she asserts, they never really had sex.

"Just messed around a little, Slave....."

Nothing like some hot but frustrating teenaged make out sessions. I imagine that the time bombs of unfulfilled teen hormone fueled lust are still ticking away inside both of them.

So here they are, more than 30 years later, meeting for lunch in the local hipster neighborhood. I was definitely curious about how things would go. She checked in with me after she headed home.

"He was pretty hunky, slave.... "

"Did he flirt, Mistress....."

"You could call it that.  He certainly mentioned several times how great I looked.... "

So will anything come of this? She described it all as a delicate dance.  He's married. And knows that Mistress is too.  But of course they didn't get into the subject of her special privileges.

"It's hard to figure how to say 'I have permission' even if you are interested in someone, slave...., without being too obvious."

Mistress does not like to be the one who makes the first move in this sort of thing. 

But she did mention they had traded a couple of texts after their lunch.

Whether anything comes of it, I suppose it never hurts Mistress to know that hunky guys from her past are still drooling over her after all these years. 

Slave Takes the 2nd Shift.

Mistress seemed to enjoy herself Friday night.

After some wine and cheese with her lover Jay at the UCTMW World HQ, we headed over to a cute little hipster bar / bistro near our house. It's one of those places with the big Bourbon collection, and tapas style plates to keep your tummies full.  The joint was hopping when we got there, so we grabbed three adjoining seats at the bar - with Mistress in the middle of course.

Occasionally I could feel Mistress's soft right hand caressing my thigh as we chatted amongst ourselves and with the owner / bartender.  And I suspected - Mistress later confirmed it - that her left hand was simultaneously stroking Jay's thigh too.

River City is  one of those small towns where it seems everyone knows everyone. The bartender went to high school with my oldest daughter. Next to us at the bar was an older couple - she knew Mistress's Mom (the Dowager Domme) and her husband taught at my older kids High School and knew me through work.

I suspect to all these folks, it just seemed like an long married couple sharing some drinks and a little food with a male friend (If they didn't catch Mistress fondling Jay's thigh). But for Mistress it was a chance to go public with her husband and lover -- she seemed as pleases as punch sandwiched betwixt the two of us.

After our dinner and drinks it was probably only about 9:30 pm when we got home. But as far as Mistress was concerned, it was "bed time".  Unlike the prior Saturday, Jau said he had to get up and out relatively early, for a golf game.

Mistress seemed OK with that, as long as she could sleep in.

"Don't worry, Mistress"  said to them both, "I'll take the 2nd shift...."

Jay laughed.

"I think I know exactly what he means".

I headed off to bed in one of the cute Co-ed's rooms. Mistress and Jay shut the door to the "Executive Suite".  And while I could hear some murmuring at various times during the  night, I must say I slept well.  Apparently I missed some very satisfying middle of the night sex, as Mistress reported later to me.

"Lot's of cock riding slave..... I'm surprised you didn't hear us."

I made Jay some coffee at about 7:30 am and he and Mistress spent some more time in our bedroom, behind closed doors,  with him heading off to golf at around 8:30 am.

With the cuckolder gone,  it was Slave's turn to join Mistress in bed.  She was still on a sexy nightie, sans undies.

"Did you miss me, Slave?"

I'm sure I mumbled something in the affirmative, although I was probably more focused on worming my way betwixt Mistress's thighs, savoring the flavors of her middle of the night sexcapades. Ultimately, Slave was rewarded for his patience with some robust wake-up sex before we both drifted back to sleep for awhile.

The sad part is that with Jay's son back in town this week, and our own daughters camping out here over the summer, the prospects of any weekend sleepovers of this type will dim for a while.

But I do think Mistress had enjoyed the pleasure of being attended too by both of her lovers these last two weeks.

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."