Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day -- Flirting

It was a warm early evening at a road house not far down the highway from our SW hideaway. We had stopped in for dinner and music. Maybe some dancing later on. The place had only primitive table service. If you were thirsty, or hungry, you had to order at the bar. Once seated at a high top not far from the stage, I went off  to retrieve drinks for the two of us.

It took a while to get a bar tender's attention, and a few more minutes as he mixed Mistress's vodka and soda and drew a beer for me.  But as I turned back to the table, I found Mistress engaged in conversation with a tall, hulking cowboy type, all boots and hat. 

I hesitated, taking the two of them in: she in her black dress, extending only to mid thigh, long  dark hair, and her own more polished black cowboy boots. He was clearly enjoying her company, eyeing her appreciatively. She was smiling, laughing at something he had said.

It was a mutual flirt.

Mistress noticed as I approached the table..... and did the introductions.

"Mick, this is Johnny.  He's new to town....Johnny, my husband Mick....."

We exchanged nods, and a tepid handshake.  Who was this guy?

I put our drinks down on the table.

"Johnny....why not join us.  She pointed to the third stool."

He did not hesitate, taking a seat next to Molly.

"Mick..... don't be rude.....why not go get Johnny a drink?"

I almost said "Yes Mistress", but caught myself.

Cuckold Meme of the Day - Size Matters

"So how was your evening, Mistress?"

It was Saturday morning, around 10 am or so.  Mistress had been over at her lover Jay's  home on Friday night.  I'd gotten her text at about 10 pm. She was opting to sleep over.  It was something I actually encouraged.  I didn't want her driving home late at night, possibly after a cocktail or two, and certainly when she might be  too tired to focus on her drive.

Her appearance as she strolled through the door brought back the phrase "walk of shame".  She had on the same stylish dress she had worn to work on Friday, but the perfectly applied work day make up was long gone, and the black tights were MIA.  Presumably they were tucked away in her purse or the overnight bag she had stowed in her car,  in anticipation of her night out.


"It was .... nice, slave....."

"Just 'nice'?"

"It was actually pretty hot.....sushi for dinner, then back to his house....."

"Sex?"

"Of course, sex, slave..... lots of it.....In fact, I'm pretty sore down there right now. "

"Awww, poor Mistress......"

"It's that cock, slave.....it's so big.  And he fucks so hard......and for so long....It's so . . .  intense.   But I don't think I could do that more than once a week....."

"I guess that's the advantage of having a "side-dish", Mistress.... you don't have to indulge everyday."

"No I don't .... in fact it could be at least a day or two before I'm ready for your .... more ....modest cock....  You will have to be satisfied with worship today.... sorry."

"Understood...... I guess I will have to be patient then Mistress.  I have to admit I was kind of horny thinking about what you two  were up last night. "

"Awww... poor slave....."

"and with the cage on....well I couldn't do much about it....."

She gave me a faux pitying look.

"About the cage, slave..... We've been discussing it....."

" Discussing.....You and who have been discussing it?"

"Why me and Jay, slave......He thinks it's good for you.  Makes you more devoted to me. That I spoil you by letting you out too often."

"You mean you told him about the cage?"

"Of course.  We share a lot.  Pillow talk I guess."