Cuckold Week in River City?

Before we move on from Sunday night's sleepover, let me fill in the blanks where I left off yesterday morning....me sipping coffee while Jay and Mistress slept in in the master bedroom.

I had adjourned from kitchen to living room, and was reading the paper at around 7 am. There were footsteps in the stairs behind me. Was it Jay slinking off as the sun rose? No it was Mistress, completely nakers, giving her husband a good morning kiss.

"I figured you'd be up slave.....wanted to say hello before going back to bed for a little more sex with Jay."  And sure enough, she quickly crept back up the stairs. It wasn't long before slave could detect the tell tale sounds of murmured passions above me.

The always tricky part about a cuckold sleepover is how to arrange the dance of getting ready for work the next morning. Where do you shower?  And what if you forget to make sure you have all the clothing and stuff you need to get ready for work?  Clearly, Slave's pre-planning was less than ideal.

When Mistress came back down stairs (and up for air) at around 7:45 am, it was time for slave to get rolling. At her request, I prepared Jay a cup of Cafe au' lait, which Mistress walked up to him.  To avoid overcrowding the master bathroom, I showered downstairs. But there was still the issue of retrieving some clean undies and socks from my dresser, which stands right across from the marital bed.

SO my "walk of shame" if you want to call it that, was slinking into our bedroom, wrapped in a towel. Mistress was sittling at her dressing table, reviewing some work emails on her laptop.  Jay was still lounging in bed, clearly naked,  sipping the coffee I had prepared for him, reviewing emails on his phone, and exchanging typical post sex, early morning small talk with Mistress. It was as if I was the intruder into their relationship.

I  obsequiously tried to obtain my things from my dresser, and select some pants and shirt from our closet while sharing a few tidbits from my early morning perusal of the political news, then slinked off again to dress across the hall, so as not to be too intrusive on the two lovebirds and their post-coital bliss.

But every good work day morning comes to an end. Mistress had some work to do and calls scheduled, and she was pretty stern with both her men.

"You both need to get dressed and get going.... I have work to do here!"

By 8:15 or so she was shooing us both out the door, with Jay moving his car first to let me out.

We had some witty exchanges at Mistress's expense as she stood at the door, now back in her nightie, to see us on our way.

"Jay, do you think she has  a couple of more guys showing up at 9?"

"Hmm.....you may be right Mick."

So that was our morning.  But wait, there's more....

When I got home last evening, both of us were pretty exhausted from the night before. There was a little pre-dinner nap, then some worship.  But slave was clearly on lock down for the evening.

"I'm sure you're horny slave, but my body is spent....you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

I took the news in good spirits. Truth to tell, I was pretty tired too. And Mistress needed time to rejuvinate after all that "raucous" sex.

"I can't believe you slept through all that noise, slave...."

It was my one regret for the evening. But Mistress gave me a brief outline of what I missed.

"We were both a little buzzed, so I don't remember it all.... "

She recounted some cock sucking,  Jay tasting her clean shaven folds, and more of that sex with Mistress on the side of the bed and Jay standing as he pumped into her.

But then she mentioned her plans for today....

"Jay's coming over this afternoon, slave.....hope you don't mind."

Fortunately, he's not one of those cuckolders who puts his lady on quarantine before they get together. Otherwise I'd be looking at another abstinence day.

"And he wants me to sleep over at his house Thursday night".

Jay's son is away this week, so there is that freedom to take advantage of before Mistress and slave head off to our SW hideaway on Friday.

I guess it's cuckold week here in River City.

Sleepover Sunday

Slave is  drinking his morning coffee, watching the RNC warm-up coverage. It's the  sort of thing I do every morning before Mistress completes her beauty rest.

The big difference is that slave slept in our daughter's room last night, while Mistress's lover Jay joined her in the mistress bedroom and our marital bed.

Our Sunday started normal enough for a birthday celebration. Some furtive wake-up sex, which would be slave's last of the day. Mistress took advantage of national ice cream day by enjoying an impressive Birthday Sundae with our daughter and her boyfriend at the local ice cream parlor, just a short walk up the street. Then there was sunbathing time at the pool before we hauled daughter and boyfriend off to the airport.

That's when the kinkier fun began for Mistress's special day.

"when is jay coming, Mistress?"

"I told him at 6, slave, but he's always a little late."

I did some prep in the kitchen. Mistress's requested menu was mushroom risotto and BBQed salmon. So there was some slicing and marinating to do to make sure the meal was ready to cook when Mistress gave me the sign.

Jay arrived around 6:30 pm, knocking then letting himself in, and bearing a bottle of red to share and some fudge as a gift for Mistress and her legendary sweet tooth.

We adjourned to the garden for some adult beverages, chatting about the political wars, Mistress's Africa trip, favorite TV series and the Dowager Domme's lizard shoes. Anyone popping into our conversation would have perceived a couple and a male pal spending a quiet summer evening together.

At some point Slave shifted into chef mode, trying my best to time the completion of the grilled salmon with the stirring of the bubbling risotto. Mistress and Jay stayed in the garden, continuing the conversation.

Fortunately, my juggling worked, and the meal came together, earning praise from both Mistress and her lover.

By the time the sun set over our little secret garden,  the party of three was sated (at least when it came to food and drink). Mistress, with a twinkle in her eye, was the first to ask "so what's next, gentlemen?"

It was clear that Mistress was ready to bed our guest. Jay is always a little sheepish about sleeping with another guy's wife -- at least when he's present and part of the conversation.  To that extent, he's hardly your typical cuckolder. But he showed no reluctance in spending the night.  Mistress rolled her eyes when he facetiously suggested that he could "sleep on the couch".

The table was cleared, and slave was tending to the dishes and sticky risotto pot as Mistress took Jay's hand and led him up to her/our bedroom.

By the time I polished off the clean-up detail and climbed the stairs myself, Mistress appeared in the hall outside my assigned sleeping quarters in one of those sexy and revealing black nightie's I had gifted her  for some V-Day or Christmas past.

She looked quite fetching as she gave me a deep and lasting kiss.  When she broke the kiss, she gave me some parting instructions.

"So slave, remember no touching... you'll just have to wait until tomorrow night."

It sounds like she has some plans for Jay this morning too.  And not just sleeping in.

I settled into bed with the Sunday paper, but the accumulated eating and drinking of the night was quickly taking it's tole. I must have quickly nodded off.

The next thing I remember is Mistress hovering over me.

"I'm heading down for some water slave....just checking on you....did you hear all that raucous sex?"

Oops.  I must have slept right through all those late night sounds of passion.

Bummer.

I guess I'll have to get her after action report later today.

A Special Cuckold Birthday and Anniversary Celebration

The empty nest was not so empty here this weekend.  Our older daughter arrived Thursday evening with her boyfriend for a weekend visit. She's been living in the southland with him these last few months, sort of playing house, and enjoying the challenge of launching life after college.

Mistress was especially glad to have her around, and the Dowager Domme was also lurking, wanting time with her first grand daughter. So there was a large family dinner here Friday night, and other socializing crowding our schedules. It also meant that our wake-up love making was more furtive than usual, with both Mistress and slave required to stifle the sounds of passion so as not to disturb the little love birds nesting across the hall.

But tonight things will be quite different. It's Mistress birthday and our 23rd Anniversary. And our daughter's flight is at 4 pm. After we drip her off at the airport, we'll be returning here for a special birthday / anniversary dinner for three. Mistress's lover Jay will be joining us for dinner and "what not" afterwards.

Slave's planning a meal that Mistress requested: Mushroom risotto and grilled salmon. Weather should allow dining in our secret garden. Wine is chilling already.

And after dinner?

"Jay's say's he may stay the night, slave....."

What better birthday / anniversary treat for a hot wife than a special guest appearance from her alpha lover.

Slave better get his own shot in this morning, before our guests wake up, because I have a feeling I will be sleeping alone tonight.

Caged Cuckold Wednesday

I suppose I need a "cuckold calendar" like Terri keeps to stay on top of Mistress's plans. On Wednesday morning she reminded me of something that somehow I had missed on Tuesday:

"Slave, I'll be heading over to Jay's house around noon today....so shouldn't you be wearing your cage today?"

Oops.  I guess I wasn't paying close enough attention to Mistress's scheduling disclosures, altho she may have soft-pedaled it.

"Well I do have a doctor's appointment, Mistress...."

I suppose I was hoping for a cage reprieve.

"Oh really?  What sort of doctor's appointment, slave?"

"Opthamologist....my primary care md said it was time for an eye exam...."

Mistress gave me a scoffing snicker.

"I don't think you'll be stripping down to your undies for an eye exam, slave...."

"I suppose you've got me, Mistress....."

So after our wake-up sex, Slave scrunched and squeezed my "junk" into that little steel ring, and let Mistress close the lock on my cage for the duration of the day.

I was then off to work, and Mistress was off for a morning bike ride, preping for her afternoon at Jay's little bungalow in the hills outside of town.

We touched base as Mistress headed to her lover's house, around noon. It wasn't until about 3:15 pm that she came up for air and I heard from her again.

"How's the cage, slave?"

She was teasing me.... with a smug and satisfied sound in her voice. Or was I just imagining that?

"Tight, Mistress...."

And it was just tad tighter, as I heard her voice and her tease.

"How was it, Mistress?"

"Hot slave.... very athletic. Jay says we're back to 'porn sex'.   I'll give you a full report later....."

And of course she did, as I knelt before her later that afternoon, dining out at the juncture of those muscular thighs.

"It seemed to go on very long, slave....he said he could do it for three hours, but I wasn't sure I could handle all of that action much longer....."

"What happened, Mistress?"

"Hmmmm..... lot's of cock sucking and cock riding. And him doing what your doing now.....and more of him standing while my legs were up at  the side of the bed.....I think I'm way too tender to have sex with you now.... sorry....."

"Not a problem, Mistress....."

I went back to savoring the fruits of her afternoon, soothing her into one more of what surely was a collection of cums for the day.

But I'm hopeful she's feeling up to it this morning.