Cuckold Meme of the Day: Seducing a Friend.

This is a particular kink we have never explored here at UCTMW, i.e., having Molly explore a sexual relationship with one of our mutual friends. Not that there haven't been a few temptations. There is a mountain guide who lives nearby, works on the local ski patrol in the winter.  We've often speculated about how that might go if Molly let it be known that she has a "hall pass".  And another friend who lives not far from here who we ski with and have for dinner from time to time. Both are taller tand larger han her devoted slave, and (one suspects) might be more amply equipped.  But we have never found out. 

Why?  Mistress has always been reluctant to broach the subject for fear of rejection (hard for me to imagine either one would pass on the opportunity).  And She also suspects that if the situation did not work out - either because the "friend" said "no, thanks", or because the encounter was a dud, we'd end up losing the friendship all together. 

But that doesn't prevent us from engaging in a little fantasy speculation about how that might go.
 

Final Daze: Trump Playlist Goes Rogue

As the interminable 2024 election enters its proverbial "final strokes", here at UCTMW, a blog devoted to the glory of strong, indepeondent women, we naturally fit in the Kamala Kamp. If she wins, it no doubt will be on the shoulders of America's women, most of whom  don't like the idea of the profound loss of their reproductive options as a result of the former guy's Judicial appointments. 

We had a laugh over what we saw on CNN over the weekend. A CNN reporter was reporting from a Trump rally in NC, where the crowd was waiting impatiently for their Orange Michelin Man to make one of his increasingly deranged appearances. In the background the music was playing oldies to amuse the impatient crowd.  Playing was Leslie Gore's declaration of female independence from the 1960's.

"You don't own me.  I'm not one of your silly toys."

Leslie telling America's women and girls that they should aspire to be strong, independent and not reliant on guys like the proud "pussy grabber", who claim they will "Protect" women, "whether they like it or not."

"You don't own me. Don't say I can't see other boys".

Was Leslie an early model for America's hot wives and girlfriends, encouraging them  to have a handful of "side-dishes"?

Finally, another line that Beyonce could not improve on:

"I'm free and I love to be free."

Either no one on the Trump train bothered to listen to the lyrics (shades of the Bush campaign back in 1992 adopting "Born in the USA" as a theme song), or there was one sly lady in the sound booth who was jerking the dottering fool's chain.

Either way, we are hoping America's women remind the MAGA patriarchy tomorrow that no one owns them.

VOTE!

Cuckolding in History: The Great War Edition

 Just read a new book by Robert Harris called "Precpice", an historic fiction revolving around a real life  affair (of sorts) between 60-ish British Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, a married father of 7, and 26 yr. old Venetia Stanley, a debutante from a wealthy landed family, during the run-up to  WWI. 

Seems Asquith's long suffering wife had been told by her MD that sex was out-of-bounds for her after child birth complications. That left the PM, who had an eye for younger ladies, on the lookout for someone to provide some much needed comfort and companionship as he juggled the demands of mobilizing his country for war. I mean, if you're sending a few hundred thousand young men off to the trenches, shouldn't you be entitled to a little nookie on the side?

He and his much young crush would get together for long Friday afternoon drives in his Limo, apparently with a privacy window shades that would protect them from the eyes of his devoted driver and curious  pedestrians.  There were also weekends at her family's lavish country homes, often  with his jealous "Cuckqueen"  wife in tow, where they might escape for a rendezvous in the gardens. The author speculates that their sexual interactions were limited to "frottage" (i.e. non-penetrative sex) in an age when "unprotected sex" came with far greater risks to a woman of the aristocracy. One can imagine lots of blow jobs and finger fucking in the back of that spacious limo as it meandered through Covent Gardens. 

The aging PM was obsessed with Venetia, to the point of crazy. Over the approximately 24 months of their affair he sent her 560 letters, all of which have survived and which the author quotes in his novel. Apparently there were multiple mail deliveries / day in those days, so 2-3 letters might arrive from him each day. Still living at home, Venitia had to stealthily intercept the post man throughout the day to avoid raised eyebrows from Mom, Dad and her siblings. The PM, between odes of his lust for her, also shared classified  war plans and intelligence, seeking her advice on how to handle the likes of war hawks like the young Winston Churchill, then in charge of the Admiralty. The "Official Secrets Act" was breached on a daily basis. 

Sadly, Venetia's letters were lost to history. Apparently Asquith or his family disposed of them, something Venetia did not do.

The affair petered out as Venetia trained to nurse war wounded "Tommies". She went to France to work at a field hospital.  Ultimately, Venetia  grew impatient with all those cloyingly pathetic  letters from her "Prime" and the pressure to keep up the correspondence.  To pull the plug, she finally accepted the multiple proposals of marriage from a less than macho suitor, Edwin Montagu, one of her contemporaries. He  was a Junior member of Asquith's cabinet.

Mantagu was also fabulously wealthy, which probably helped the PM's young mistress turn the page.  Though she had to convert to Judaism in order to assure that her new husband inherited his Jewish father's wealth.  Whatever. 

Sadly, Asquith did not take the news of this betrothal well.  He had been hopelessly distracted from his governmental duties as Venetia slipped away from his grasp. His government lasted only a few more months after she dumped him, replaced by the uber ambitious Lloyd George. Asquith was the last Liberal PM, as the Tories rose to power. 

Venetia was married to Montagu, but apparently her terms in accepting the proposal included an ongoing hall pass", which gives her something in common with today's "Hot Wives". History says  that Venetia made her new husband a cuck with multiple lovers.  DNA evidence later revealed that  their daughter was actually fathered by some other upper-crust dude titled the "Earle of Dudley".  No Do-Right he!

 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Post Date Clean-Up

 Slave is back after a short weekend trip to the nation's capitol to visit a daughter.  Mistress was left to her own devices here, a rarity. Sounds like she had a good enough time with friends, including two nights out at local watering holes for music. Sadly, and despite her permanent "hall pass", she had no interactions with tall and potent strangers to share with me when I got home. As I've said before, this is a small town with limited options and also the risk of wagging tongues about a married lady flaunting her infidelities. 

Ah well.

The above photo reminds me of days some years back when Mistress had some early morning or mid-day encounters with a tall buff dude, 5-6 years her junior, who played hockey in college and in an adult league in River City.  He'd sometimes stop by for a "quicky" on his way to work, and as I was leaving for my own office. It was like a tag team for us. I'd greet him as he came in and I headed out.  Mistress could just stay in bed and enjoy.  And when I came home, my afternoon worship might include a little treat.

"I haven't showered yet, Slave."

Fine by me.