Cuckold Meme of the Day -- Office Interlude.

She'd made it clear she would be out later than normal.

"I suppose you could call it  a dinner date, slave.  We need to talk about the big presentation next week. But I think we may have "dessert" back at his office. No one will be around by that time of night....."

They had worked together for months.  And the slow burn of their flirtations were something she enjoyed rubbing in his nose.  Their marital "contract" gave him no standing to object.  Her right to "stray" was not in doubt. They both understood.

"I'll text on my way home....with any luck, I'll have a treat to share with you.

Late Night..... Next Morning

Mistress has been engaging in an extended on line "correspondence" with a gentleman and potential suitor who has also been following our blog.  Apparently he was taken by yesterday's post (the one speculating about an encounter in a bar while the cuckold husband watched from afar), and was inspired to write the following, which popped up in Mistress's inbox yesterday afternoon.  Fortunately, he gave her permission to share with our exclusive leadership, under the pen name "Mr. Applegate".  We are always looking for "content" to share with our voracious readers, and to inspire us between the sheets in this age of forced monogamy. So thanks, Mr. Applegate: 

The vibration from Molly’s phone alert rattled the nightstand like a loud timpany. She snared it quickly, not wanting to wake her husband Mick – out of courtesy, not deception. She glanced at the clock. 6:30. She was miffed at her unscheduled wake-up call, for she was in the deepest of slumber. Her sleep pattern already wacked from two long days working the Capitol chambers, it was no surprise that she couldn’t find the deep sleep her body needed. 

Molly looked at her phone. Her new “friend” -- the tall, handsome man she met the night before in the hotel lounge -- was texting,  just hours after they had  gotten acquainted until last call. 

 “Wish I was there” 

His morning text greeting made her smile.  Her mind drifted back to a mere five hours ago, long after her hub had retired for the night. Mick had sauntered over and introduced himself after watching Molly  and her new bar buddy from a distance – unbeknownst to Molly’s new acquaintance, but most assuredly vetted by Molly. They had been stealing soft kisses and lightly touching each other even while Mick watched surreptitiously . He informed the flirting couple that he was heading upstairs for bed. His tacit approval was not lost on her new acquaintance.

Molly  let out an invigorating, long stretch under the crisp white sheet that covered her tanned and toned body, cooed a refreshing sigh and checked her phone for email and other notifications. Nothing urgent: two calendar alerts of mid-morning mop-up meetings, a few emails. Now awake and the prospect of returning to sleep moot, she could ease into a leisurely morning, including some wonderful early morning attention from a dutiful spouse, on this, her and Mick’s last day in the nation’s capitol.

Molly  put down her phone, pulled the sheets down from her side of the bed and brought her hands up to find her slumbering nipples under her tank top. Flat on her back, she traced her areolas with each index finger before zeroing in on her nipples, which were quickly aroused. She parted her legs some, her red toenails peeking back up at her before moving both hands toward her crotch. She glanced again at her sleeping hubby and began tracing her pussy lips through her panties. Up and down, up and down. Her clit began to wake up now too.

She grabbed her phone and quickly typed:

“I wish you were here too.”

Mr. Applegate, you will be happy to know that this inspirational tale led to some late afternoon worship shortly after Mistress  shared it with her hapless cuck. Keep this up and you might end up on the masthead.  The only quibble Mistress had was "what makes him think I wear panties or a tank top to bed?"  

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Out on the Town

Their game started one night on one of her business trips to Washington, D.C..  Hubby came along for the ride. And they stopped for a drink in the hotel lobby.  She was all dressed up after a full day of Capitol Hill meetings.  Black dress, that ended somewhere a few inches above the knees, and sleek hose on those long, fit legs.  Hubby could not help notice men's eyes following her, not so discretely, as they found seats at the hotel bar, planning on a drink before their dinner reservation.

Was it the Ritz Carlton near Dupont Circle?  Or Maybe  the Shoreham up near the Zoo?   No difference.  He had excused himself to hit the Men's. And when he came back, there she was being chatted up by a tall, handsome fellow, a bit younger than her, in a well tailored, navy business suit.  And she was lapping it up, clearly enjoying the attention.

Hubby held back, watching with rapt attention.  Where was this headed?  Was she actually flirting with this guy? And why did his cock twitch in his kakis as he took the scene in?

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Texting....

One of the hottest things about an active cuckold relationship is when you know your wife is in contact with her lover, but you don't know exactly how, when or what is "going on". It makes you always curious, and often aroused, every time she's glancing at her phone at a new text message, or typing out a quick response.

Of course, it could be a completely innocent exchange with a sister, Mom, or work colleague.  That must be it,  you tell yourself.

But then maybe it's HIM.  The guy you helped her connect with on-line?  Or that tall, macho client she mentioned who invited her out for an after work  drink that turned into a hot make out session in a dark corner of  the office parking garage.

Are they planning to meet? Scheduling some over the phone or Skype remote sex when you are on some endless Zoom meeting?  Or is she just egging him on by mentioning her desire to fondle that big cock, a photo of which she solicited?

She's told you her texts are none of your business. Unless she decides to show you one or two, just as a taunt.

And you know it's not polite to ask, or to crane your neck to get a better look at her phone screen. That could earn you a punishment. Maybe more cage time.  Or a denied cum the next time you are having sex. So you suppress your curiosity.

So you can only wonder.....