Cuckold Coffee Service

As anticipated, Mistress had a special guest lover in her bed on Monday night.

I had dinner with my cute grandkids, enjoying a special birthday pie my daughter baked. There was even a candle to blow out, causing lots of giggles from the young ones at the table.

Only a few blocks away, Mistress dined out with Jay in honor of his birthday at a local "bourbon bar" that also serves a limited menu of yummy food. His birthday wish for a little more "private" time with Mistress was fulfilled.

All three of us were home by around 8 pm. We lingered over some refreshments for a while in our living room before Mistress announced "It's time for bed, Jay".

I gave them a little more privacy as they went through those before bed rituals. By the time I climbed the stairs, the doors to our bedroom "suite" were closed, lights were out, and the unmistakable sounds of passion were emanating from inside.

In the morning, slave was up early. Mistress came down at around 7 am or so to give me a "happy birthday" kiss. She indicated that Jay would be leaving soon, and that our bed would be available for some birthday celebrating of our own.

But first there was some coffee to be made for Jay before he headed out to the rest of his day.

I'm not sure he noticed the irony of the coffee cup I sent up to him with Mistress.

Mistress's Birthday Boys.

By some odd stroke of karma, Mistress has two birthdays to celebrate this week. Her lover Jay had his on Saturday.  Her slave's birthday is tomorrow. Could it be that Mistress has a thing for Scorpio's?  Or is it just some strange coincidence?

In any event, it has her engaging in two overlapping celebrations of our mutual aging over three days.

Originally we talked about the three of us going out to dinner together. But Mistress confidentially informed me that Jay had given her a little pushback.

"He actually asked whether I was avoiding spending time with just him, slave."

Mistress does seem to enjoy the attention of two of us in one social engagement. (She also says Jay is "better behaved" when I am around. I'm not sure exactly what that means.) But it sounds like Jay is a little jealous of slave ? Now there is a strange juxtaposition of the cuckold dynamic. So to accommodate Jay's desire for a little more "alone time" with Mistress, she scheduled a separate celebration with her lover.

Last night, she and I had dinner at a new restaurant in River City's thriving hipster neighborhood. It was a romantic evening, that culminated in some avid worship of those delightful clean shaven folds after we slipped into bed with full tummies. When she wakes this morning, I am anticipating some very satisfying Monday morning wake up sex.  What a nice way to kick off the work week!

But tonight  I will be sleeping alone.  Mistress will be dining out with Jay, and presumably he will be spending the night.

"It's kind of sad though slave.  You'll be waking up on your birthday in a bed without me!"

"Don't worry Mistress.  In fact, for a cuck like me, it's kind of hot!"

Friday Night Cuckolding

For the 2nd Friday night in a row, Mistress has had a sleepover with her lover Jay.

I arrived home a little early this time. Mistress was taking a "beauty rest" in our bed, with Jay scheduled to arrive in about an hour.

"He seemed a little annoyed that I put him off until 6 , slave.....I think he liked that we got some late afternoon action last week. But I told him I needed to rest a little."

We agreed that I would go downstairs when Jay arrived, and encourage him  to go upstairs and "discover" my underdressed wife in bed.

At the appointed hour, Jay arrived. I greeted him at the door, and we briefly discussed the possibility that our two alma maters might meet in the NCAA playoffs at the end of the football season. Then I told him the "plan" and handed him a glass of wine for Mistress and a beer for him.

 Jay seemed a little sheepish about the concept of a long interval in bed with her as I waited downstairs.

"We will be down soon, Mick."

"No rush on my part, Jay...."

In any event it was about 30 minutes later that the two lovebirds came downstairs. Jay was fully dressed. Mistress was in a black nightie with some gray silkie panties. It was unclear whether either had been sexually satisfied.

Oddly, Jay was a tad taken aback by Mistress's state of undress.

"Mick, Does she always march around down here like that?"

"Actually, she's overdressed. When it's just me, there are no panties."

Jay seemed surprised.

"Is Mistress developing a case of modesty this late in life?", I asked myself.

After some wine and cheese, we headed out for dinner at a funky old restaurant that had some live bluegrass and blues music on stage. We enjoyed each other's company immensely, like an old married threesome.

By about 9:30 pm we were home again. Jay has an early morning appointment today, so it was "time for bed", according to Mistress.  I was a little tuckered myself (and always curious to listen in), so went to bed myself, in the adjoining "girl's" room.

Would they really go to sleep, or would there be some action?

Turns out they were not that sleepy.

I drifted off before they seemed done. But there were some sustained rhythmic moans from my wife for what seemed like ages.  I lost count of apparent sums.

Jay seemed to be at the top of his game last night. Which means slave will likely have to wait until later today, or tomorrow morning for his own opportunity to get some sexual release.

 Slave is looking forward to the after action report, and some clean-up duty when he leaves later this morning.

Another One Bites the Dust.....

Our Western Correspondent asked a good question yesterday:

"What happened to that guy with the Ph.D. in sex studies?"

Well his Ph. D. is actually in something having to do with math and economics. But he did claim some expertise in "sacred sexuality".

We had Ken over recently for dinner. Let's just say that sparks did not fly.

As Mistress reported to me after Ken went home:

"He's smart and interesting, slave.....but not particularly attractive to me."

Her calculus was that Ken was not sufficiently "macho" for her taste.  Ken is tall, but a little too slight for her preference. And the nature of his affection was a tad too cloying.

"He sends me texts calling me 'sweetie'.  yuck....."

As for sexual chemistry, here's what she reported.  After slave did the dishes and retired upstairs, there was a chance for a little "fooling around" on our living room couch.

"We did a little kissing. He was OK. But nothing special."

But then.....

"Then he started taking off his shirt....I said 'what are you doing?"

Sounds as if she politely indicated that she had an early morning, and the nights festivities were over. He was out the door and Mistress was back in bed with me much earlier than slave had expected.

Hint to Ken: wait for the babe to start unbuttoning your shirt for you! Otherwise, leave it on!

So now Mistress is contemplating how best to tell Ken that he is being scrubbed from her prospective 'side dish' list.  And she will move onto the next prospect.