Embargo Lifted

It was a hectic and eventful weekend here at the UCTMW World HQ. So busy that our Sunday morning got away from us here, delaying our blog post for reasons that will become clear later in this post.

First off, Mistress had an early Saturday morning “date” with her new lover, J (sorry to our friends over at All Mine, but I’m not making this name up).  He lives only about 15 minutes from our home, in a  lovely and rustic “love shack” where Mistress is already feeling like home, at least from the description I heard last night about  her  wandering around J’s house naked.

Meanwhile, Slave had taken on some babysitting duty for my cute grandsons. The three of us were down at the local farmers market, noshing on gelato, when I got a call from Mistress, who was heading to a hair appointment at around noon. Her carnal needs have been skillfully taken care of…. at least for the time being.

When I asked her  how things had gone, she expressed her enthusiasm, but said she had a confession to make.

“What is it Mistress?”

“It’s a little embarrassing,  Slave…. I need you to help me retrieve a condom that he accidentally left behind.”

Oops.  Very sloppy work there, J.

Of course, the more experienced and considerably older Slave was up to that task…. My fingers have gone spelunking before…. I can recall a lost sponge furtively retrieved in a chemistry classroom before a college football game at my alma mater a few years back.

“I’m happy to help out Mistress…. But tell J he need not be so reluctant to go exploring on his own….in the future I may charge a fee for this service.”

By around 2 pm, we were both home and I let the children play on their own for a few minutes while I knelt between Mistress's outstretched knees and went on my fishing expedition into Mistress’s clean shaven folds.  A little stretching, poking and probing found the foreign object, which I gently removed and disposed of.  I even gave Mistress some worship as a bit of a compensation for her “ordeal”.

After about 4 hours of  baby sitting, my work as the doting grandpa was done, and the kids were collected.  That gave us a little time for a bike ride in the marvelous sunshine here in River City before prepping for dinner.

You see, J was coming over, to share a meal and  watch “Game Change” with us here at  UCTMW central.

I had to admire Mistress for being willing to invite her new lover over here after only a couple of passionate one on one sessions. And I had even more respect for J, who apparently is already feeling connected enough to Mistress to wade into what no doubt must seem like a rather bizarre arrangement to him.

I mean, how many guys have a hot relationship with a slightly  older married woman going on, only to be invited over to share dinner with her “in on the secret” devoted hubby/ slave.

No doubt you want to know a little more about J.

He’s born and raised in River City, though he has spent a few years of his career overseas.

He’s not currently married, and about a year younger than Mistress.

He’s about as tall as her Slave, but maybe a few pounds lighter.

And, as it turned out, he was more than game to wade into  our rather strange arrangement here at UCTMW.

Give him credit for quickly not only finding Molly’s AM post, but connecting her to her UCTMW alter ego. He surprised her with an email to our blog email address, and was engaging enough in his prose to rise above all of the “riff raff “clamoring for her attention. And though he is not a student of the blog, he knows enough about the goings on here to be intrigued.

And here he was, sharing our dinner of grilled Char and pesto gnocchi on a warm March Saturday night.

He even spent the night, down in the “man cave”.

This morning, when we woke, a little later than normal because of the time change and our late night, Mistress first exercised her rights over  her work-a-day cock here in the executive suite.  Then she slipped into a short robe and trundled downstairs to make sure our house  guest shared in her hospitality.

And the good news was that J had not crept off into the night, wondering what was with these two “lunatics”.