Weekend Update From Our Mountain Hideaway

Mistress and Slave made it to the mountains after a long travel day that started at around 4 am yesterday in River City. It already seems like fall here, with some always welcome rain. The mountains were lit last night by lightning, after the sun broke through just long enough for one more spectacular sunset.

But I suspect our loyal readers are saying to themselves now.... what about Thursday night, Mick?  Did you ever get break that daunting two days of abstinence?

Well, as it turned out Mistress did make it home around 6:15 from work.

"Don't worry, Slave.... I told J to come over at around 7:15."

Which gave us ample time for Mick to "take the edge off" with Mistress in our executive suite.

I guess I am pampered after all.

When the moaning of Slave's release from that long 48 hours of abstinence was over, Mistress made an unwelcome discovery.

She had mistakenly left her laptop at work. Something she'd need on our holiday. Slave volunteered to retrieve it for her. So when I got home after the 40 minute round trip, J had already arrived for our "DNC watch" party.

Now Mistress is never one to overdress for a private night at home with her Slave. It's not uncommon for her to be in her "sleeping attire" for dinner, or some TV watching when the sullen teens are gone.

(If she tries that when they are here she gets the "EWWWWW" response, with a suggestion that she put some real clothes on.)

But what's the protocol when an old married couple  have a friend over for dinner who also happens to be the wife's lover?

AS I came up the stairs I was curious what "scene" I might encounter.

I was not disapointed.

There was Mistress spread out on the couch in our "TV room", head on J's lap. She had the multicolored confection of a clingy top shown in Thursday's blog, with a matching yellow thong covering her firm ass and clean shaven folds. It seemed that J's hand was lingering over her breast as they greeted me.

It also seems that J has gotten over the earlier reticence he had about displays of affection while his lover's husband is about.

Suffice it to say we had a fun evening. Slave whipped up some dinner which we ate watching the "undercard" of speakers. Mistress poked fun of her two men as we "ranted" over the speakers and the related banal commentary.  With her head on my lap as we watched, and her legs stretched over J's lap, both of us gently fondling her through the evening, Mistress appeared to be in a heavenly attention sponge place. Indeed the musky aroma of her thinly veiled folds seemed to form a little cloud of contentment over us.

But even as we got into the main event,  the President's acceptance speech, I could tell Mistress was fading. She had a long day, after a sleep over with her lover, and the prospect of the alarm at 3:30 am of so was on her mind.

"I'm going upstairs to bed..... J, when you're done here, why don't you join me."

Yes, the sleeping arrangements had been made clear. Slave would get Mistress's undivided attention on our vacation. It wouldn't be fair to let J sleep alone before we left, would it?

So after the President was done, J said his goodnight to join Mistress upstairs in the bed of one of our daughters. Fortunately, he was able to sleep in a little later, after Mistress kissed him goodbye in the wee hours on Friday morning.

It's still dark here on Saturday morning. But I hear Mistress stirring. Better not leave her lonely!

Have a great weekend, all.