Cuck Chat

Mistress had her first conversation with her potential suitor back in River City yesterday.  She's been exchanging emails with him for several weeks, and he even contributed some fiction to our blog a few weeks back.  But this was the first conversation, done over one of those conferencing apps we have all been using too much these last few weeks.

Of course, Mistress was a little bashful in this first conversation.  She was out on our patio, hardly fully clothed. Not the sort of attire one would normally associate with a Zoom call. 

"How do I make sure the camera's not on, slave?", she murmured as the tried to log into the call.  Fortunately, she found the write on screen button the push as the connection was made, sparing her new friend the sight of her bronzed breasts. 

I made myself scarce during her call, figuring they both deserved some privacy during their call.  It went on a bit longer than I had expected, nearly an hour.  After, over some breakfast burritos I picked up down the street, she gave me a brief update. 

They had shared some stories about their careers, and a few mutual contacts.  And dabbled, apparently, in the potential for meeting when we return to River City later in the summer.

"He says this whole cuckold thing is a real turn on for him, slave....."

Interesting. 

Of course, not all guys get the idea of sharing. 

I did wonder if he knew that Mistress was so under-covered during their call.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Following Orders

Some weekday mornings they would arrange a "date", in our bed, timed to coincide with my departure for work.  Typically I would greet him at the door before I departed, maybe hand him a cup of coffee before he proceeded upstairs for some early morning nookie.

But today was different.  The night before he texted me:

"Mick, this is how I want her when I arrive....."

I showed her the text, 

"Is he serious?"

"Seems that way, slave.....you wouldn't want to disappoint him, would you."

"Do you really want me to do this.... tie you to the bed, spread eagled on your tummy?"

"Sounds pretty hot to me....", she said raising an eyebrow. So this was going to happen?

She was cooperative the next morning as I tightened  the ankle and wrist cuffs, and even moaned a bit as I stretched her a little farther than comfortable.  I even took some liberties with her clean shaven folds with my fingers.

"Already wet, Mistress?"

All she did was shake her ass a bit, squirming for me.  But I knew it would be wrong to let her cum.

I'd leave that to him.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Size Matters

She'd come home late from her first intimate date with her new lover. The guy she'd met through work.  As we cuddled in bed she unspooled her after action report.

"It was so big, slave ....."

"Too big?"

"Well, not quite too big. I mean, it fit, ultimately, but I told him to go slow at first...."

"And did he?"

"he was patient with me at first, and then, well, he just went for it.  He said I was very tight for a married woman."

"I take it you took that as a complement?"

"Of Course,,,,,"

"So did he make you cum with that big cock of his?"

"What do you think?"

"More than once?"

"Oh ... yes...."

When we made love the next. morning,  after her lady parts had some time to rest, I knew that even. with my best efforts my "work a day" cock would never quite feel the same to her again.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Making Him Feel Welcome

(Image Courtesy of Sara at Sara Girl's Sissy Confessions)

Before she arranged for her lover to make his first "house call" she made it clear what was expected.
"He wanted to meet you, slave..... The expectation is that you will be welcoming. No sulking.  Act like he's a regular house guest,  not someone here to fuck your wife. Then get lost when he sends that signal."

Sure, he wanted this.  But how awkward could this be?

"I get it, Mistress.  I'll behave."

When the doorbell rang at the appointed hour she was still putting finishing touches on her make up.

"Why don't you let him in, slave....."

Arggh.  It was one thing to step aside and let someone take your wife "off premises".  It was another thing to be the accommodating host.  Would there be small talk, when the elephant in the room would be his cock and where it would be headed before the hour was up?

Their initial handshake was.... awkward. He was as advertised.  Taller than Mick. A bit beefier.  Like  Mistress liked her "side dishes". Mick showed her lover into the living room, and took his drink order.  It seemed that his Mistress was taking her time  to come down to break the ice.  Was this torture intended?  No doubt.

She finally made her entrance, drawing his  appraising eye over lush and barely concealed curves.  Was she really just in a tiny nightie, not even bothering with a dress or jeans?  Mick raised an eyebrow.  She just smiled, strutting her stuff into a welcoming and intimate embrace, his hand lingering on her ass as they shared a deep kiss. Mick backed away,  beating  a hasty retreat to their kitchen. Preparing beverages - vodka and tonic for her.  Scotch poured over some ice for him. Mick poured himself some red wine.

 Mick served them drinks as they sat on the couch together, his hand possessively stroking her thigh, up to the hem of her slinky lingerie.   The only mystery was whether Mistress had bothered with panties.

The three of them made small talk  for about 10 minutes- the weather, the latest Washington scandal, prospects for the local, always dreadful NFL team.

Then he was dismissed.

"It was nice to finally meet you Mick......but your wife and I have catching up to do in private...."

Time to "get lost".....

He was already looking forward to her after action report and the chance to use his tongue to soothe well her sure to be well used folds.  If he was lucky, she might even unlock him before bedtime.