Verti-Gone

Mistress and Slave dropped off the radar back in River City yesterday, and have popped  back up on the left coast. It's a business trip for me, and I induced Mistress to join me with  a promise of a few days at the beach.  Big surprise - she fell for it!

So we've spent about 24 hours walking the streets of the City by the Bay, I have finished my brief work assignment, and soon we will pick up a car to head up the Coast for a few days of R&R.

Our hotel was one of the locations for that 1958 Hitchcock movie Vertigo.  So that inspired us to watch the movie Sunday evening. Last night we found the posh Nob Hill apartment building that Kim Novak called during the movie. And our hotel features a stair well that would made Jimmy Stewart's head spin.

The more appealing view at the hotel was Mistress on our king sized bed, "airing out" after a several hours of marching up and down hills here on an unusually warm afternoon.  Rest assured that Slave soon was employing all of my devotional skills to make her afternoon complete.

This morning, Slave had that brief work engagement that paid for my plane ticket and that nice hotel room bed. Mistress set up a breakfast date with an old male friend from her high school days who is a high tech poobah here on the coast. He cleared his schedule when Mistress offered to meet him for breakfast.

I was a little curious.

"So did you guys have sex back in the day, Mistress?"

She poo-poohed the notion.

"It wasn't like that then, Slave.  I was just in high school."

So you're saying he's never seen you naked, Mistress?"

"Well there was that time up in Alaska, when a group of us went skinny dipping...."

Ah, I figured there was a back story here.  Mistress is  now on her way back from her breakfast date.  I am looking forward to a full rundown.

Mistress Primps for Her Saturday Afternoon Play Date

It's been hot and humid here this week in River City.

After Slave spent about an hour performing "field slave" duties in our yard -- "clearing brush" makes me feel a little too Reagan-esque but it has to be done - I joined Mistress in the shower. I was  washing away the grime, sweat and poison ivy detritus before doing the grocery shopping and visiting my cranky mother. Mistress on the other hand was freshening up after a morning bike ride so as to be to be nice and sweet for her mid-day appointment with her lover, Jay.

As she primped, Slave rested on the bed, reviewing some tedious work related documents on my lap-top. It gave me a chance to see Mistress run through her pre-cuckolding rituals.

Legs shaved.  Check.

Clean shaven folds shaved.  Check.

Make-up?

"I warned Jay that on Saturday afternoon there would be no make-up, Slave..... he seemed happy with that."

"Naturally.  You look beautiful without it, Mistress."

By the time I was ready to head off on some errands and visit my cranky mother, Mistress had selected some Saturday afternoon play date undies, and was lounging on our bed. She wouldn't be leaving for about 30 minutes so just had to select an appropriate summer frock and some jewelry to compliment it and her glowing tan.

Her state of dress (or undress) forced me to pick up my I-phone.

It was a rather summery combo, perfectly suitable for a Saturday afternoon romp with Mistress Type A, buff and randy lover.

"I think Jay will appreciate that choice, Mistress."

"Do you think so, Slave.....it's not what I typically wear when I go over there...."

"Looks good enough to eat, Mistress...."

And I suspected Jay would be doing quite a bit of that before the afternoon was over.

Apparently Mistress had second thoughts. As I was pumping gas on my way to the grocery store, a text message from Mistress popped up on my I phone.  Apparently Mistress decided to change panties:

"nice, Mistress" was my response.  Either way I'm sure Jay would be happy doing the un-pealing.

Do our readers have any thoughts on the more appropriate summer afternoon cuckolding-wear?

I tended to my own affairs through the afternoon, and heard from Mistress at around 3:30 pm that she would be home in about 30 minutes.

As promised, she arrived home around 4 pm, with that post-fucked glow, wearing a light summer dress. And while we had plans to go to our swim club for an al fresco dinner, there was plenty of time for an appetizer.

Mistress stripped off that summer frock, lay back on our bed, and let slave push aside the narrow band of silky black fabric covering those recently shaved - and fucked - folds.  I was more than happy to sample the sopping aftermath of her afternoon delights.

"So how did your afternoon go, Mistress?"

"Lots of cock riding, Slave..... for some reason Jay was into that today.  And of course doing exactly what you're doing now....."

In response to my own ministrations, Mistress came with a quick and rousing moan, bucking her hips against my lips and tongue.

"Hmmmmm...... that was hot slave..... I guess I'm still aroused....."

It was a little unusual..... fresh and juicy fun for a cuckold / slave, as refreshing as a summer peach.

As Mistress has recently noted., summer is going by way too fast.

Mistress's Busy Saturday

Mistress and Slave had a relaxing Friday evening with our daughter off for a weekend with her boy friend and some of their pals. We had a "food truck" dinner at our swim club, then watched a rather boring movie at home. 

Don't worry though. Mistress got a good helping of worship before our trip to the pool, then a bonus cum as she lie beside me on the couch during our movie.

Today Mistress will be going for a two-fer though.  I am anticipating some higher volume love making in our bed this morning.  Then, at around 11:30 am, Mistress will be embarking on a "play date" with her lover Jay.

While his child care duties won't allow for a sleep-over this weekend, it seems they were able to carve out some recreational time for Saturday afternoon.

Slave will be staying busy with some yard work and a visit to my cranky mother whilst Mistress exercises her clean shaven folds (and a few other muscles, I suspect. )

Hopefully there will be a more detailed report of her Saturday afternoon fun tomorrow!

Shag one for the Gipper!

Mistress and Slave have had a low key week here in River City. We are looking forward to the weekend, when our daughter and her boyfriend have plans for a few days away with friends, leaving the UCTMW World HQ a briefly empty nest.

"We will be able to have loud sex again, Slave!"

It's something to look forward to, plus Mistress is also working on plans to get together on Saturday with her lover Jay..... by Sunday evening Mistress may have some tuckered out clean shaven folds!

But today's blog is inspired more by an article I saw in the Washington Post yesterday, titled  Why Are American Teenagers Having Much Less Sex?

This chart tells the story:

  Apparently back in the Reagan "Just Say No" Era about 60% of teen boys and 51% of teen girls were sexually active. That percentage has shrunk to 47% and 44% respectively in the "liberal" Obama Era.  Teen pregnancy rates are way down too.

Now Mistress came of sexual age back in the Reagan years. (Her ancient Slave first had sex back when Lyndon Johnson was grabbing Senators by the balls, hoping their hearts and minds would follow). I may have to ask her if there was something in the water that made all those teens fuck like bunnies as the Gipper and Nancy moralized about the evils of drug, sex and rock and roll. (But then didn't Nancy have a thing going with Frank Sinatra on the side?)

It appears that that Reagan Era generation of sexually licentious teens grew up to be the Ashley Madison generation. Now they're wondering if their profiles got hacked and their cock and boob shots will suddenly turn up on their facebook pages. 

And what would explain the less randy nature of our teens during the "permissive" Obama reign?
The article suggests they are too distracted by screen time. Maybe they're satisfied by virtual sex, or while away the hours watching other people do it on Netflix and Hulu?

I'm confused. It's clear that our kids aren't living up to our concupiscient example. Except, maybe, for the WC's daughter. I still can't believe she disappeared with his wife's hitachi.

Hmmmmm...... maybe that's it. Could 21st Century teen girls have realized that Hitachis are more reliable  and less messy than the quick fire cocks of the boys they go to high school and college with?

Fundamentalist Hackers?

Slave was trying to avoid working yesterday morning, scanning the Washington Post for distractions, when I noticed the first wave of publicity about the big Ashley Madison hack.

The gist: some oddly puritanical hacker cabal had snuck into the cyber knicker drawers at Ashley Madison and pulled out the files of a few hundred thousand "cheaters" and was threatening to expose them to the world - or at least to their (supposedly) unknowing spouses.

Their "non-negotiable demand" (how 1960's) was that AM must shutdown and stop facilitating infidelity.  Here is one of many summaries about a story that ballooned all day yesterday as all those "fidels" out there tut-tutted about the hideous "infidels".Ashley Madison Hack

I set aside the odd notion that hackers have now taken on a fundamentalist streak.  Usually they just want to steal your credit card data so they can run up charges on on-line gambling web sites. No, these guys want to hold infidels accountable for their infidelity. Does Jerry Falwell's college now have a hacking major?

Then I acted to make sure that Mistress's "data" was as safe as  could be.  Her AM profile has been hidden for a long time now. But to be sure, I deleted the profile. I suspect that there was a lot of profile deleting going on at AM yesterday.

At dinner (after our cute daughter excused herself) we discussed this development. Of course, Mistress need not worry about her cover being blown to an unsuspecting spouse. Slave was the one monitoring all the attention she got from so many whackos on AM..... though there was at least one "keeper".  recall that Mistress met her lover Jay on AM! He was one of the few single guys cruising for married ladies with some time on their hands!

But Mistress was a little concerned about being "exposed" to family members or clients. After thinking it through we aren't too worried - we never used a credit card, name associated email account, or face shot on the site.

But we did wonder about consequences for a few of the people Mistress encountered over the years. Some were the arrogant types who like to pose as pillars of the community.

Will the local museum director who came onto Mistress be exposed?  Or that corporate Exec who wanted to fly her to Europe on his business trip immediately after their first "date"?

I guess this is the downside when technology optimizes "fooling around" for married folks. Or when there Ayatollahs out there learn how to hack.

Mistress's Birthday Celebration

Mistress got a special treat for her birthday: Her slave hosted a birthday dinner at a trendy neighborhood bistro that included both her husband and her lover, Jay. 

Jay joined us first for drinks in our living room: Mistress sat next to him on a little love seat while Slave parked on a side chair, as we chatted about developments in the increasingly bizarre 2016 presidential race.

Then we walked up to our local bistro, where, once again, Mistress made sure Jay sat next to her through dinner, against a cozy leather banquette. And while other diners might have just seen two men and a fetching woman spending a Friday evening together, what I could notice was Mistress's hand resting on Jay's thigh - or vice versa - as we sipped bubbly, and ambled through our three course meal.

On the walk home we stopped by a local wine bar for some after dinner sipping.

It's a neighborhood joint where it's not untypical for us to run into friends, or strike up a conversation with some newbies. And the shop owner made matters worse when he took it upon himself to announce that Mistress was celebrating her birthday and we were celebrating our anniversary.  That got a younger couple chatting the three of us up ... it turned out they were on their first date, and the guy, a tad geeky, asked what the secret was to staying married for so long.... 22 years in our case.

Here was the tricky part. We didn't know these folks, so the shock effect could be fun..... but then we did know the shop owner, who was lingering nearby.

Slave was tempted to say.... "Allowing a lovely wife to take a lover -- like Jay here -- can keep things fresh and hot!"

Or maybe.... "letting your wife keep your cock locked up when it suits her works!"

But instead, so as to avoid embarrassing Jay and blowing our cover, I simply said "lots of sex...."

Even then, Mr. Geek looked at us like we were a little crazy. 

Shortly after that, some old friends walked in. We chatted with them for a while, introducing Jay as "a friend", and sharing some old stories about how the husband in this couple met Mistress back when she was in high school, at a deposition.  (No doubt he had some less than purely professional  thoughts about his young and nubile witness, with long legs  in her hiking shorts).

When we got home, a bit wet from a pop up thunderstorm,  there were a few awkward moments. Our daughter was out with a friend.  But we didn't know when she would get home. Was there enough time for the two lovebirds to enjoy a "night cap"?  Slave excused himself, to give them a little privacy.  I even floated the idea of Jay "spending the night" in our other daughter's room.

'With the bedroom doors closed, who would know who was sleeping where?" I postulated.

But I think nervousness over our daughter's impending arrival made both of them a little nervous.  In about 45 minutes, Mistress joined me in our bedroom.

"He figured it was better to go home, slave....."

Prudent.  But I suspect that they got in a little kissing and groping before Mistress's birthday night ended. And it seems they have plans for a more private get together later this week. In the meantime, Slave will have to rise to the occasion in order to serve Mistress's needs.

Happy Birthday Mistress!

Mistress celebrates her birthday today (our anniversary too)!

But before we get to her birthday celebration, let's reflect on the last 24 hours here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Slave did get a chance to break my sad 48 hour sexual drought yesterday morning.

Ahhhhhhh!

And late yesterday afternoon, Mistress made one of her rare (these days) appearances at my office for a little worship.  It's always nice to have her spread those firm and athletic thighs for me as I kneel and get on task.

Yum.

After that we headed to a reception for a local public administrator who is moving onto a new job on the left coast. We had a chance to say hello to some folks we have both worked with over the years, and of course there were some new folks who have taken the reigns of power in recent months.

One is a public official Mistress had said was ogling her a a recent civic dinner.

"He's doing it again, Slave", Mistress whispered to me as we noshed on some munchies laid out by a local caterer.

"Him again?"

"Yes, he's kind of creepy."

"But at least he has good taste, Mistress. I recall you called me creepy too before we got to know each other better."

Of course that was about 27 years ago, as we were reminded later in the lobby of my office building.  As we headed home the guy at the security desk said hello, and, ironically, asked "how long have you two been together?"

Mistress responded that we've been married 22 years. Together for 27. He seemed impressed. And my only comment is that it's gone by way too fast.

So how will we celebrate Mistress's birthday?

We have a dinner planned with Jay, Mistress's lover, which could be a little strange with our recent grad hanging around the house.

"He's coming over around 6 for a glass if wine, slave.... then I figured we would walk to the restaurant for dinner..... but how do we explain that to [our daughter]?"

We agreed to just say that we planned dinner with him, a friend, and it's really not an official "birthday party".

Hopefully, daughter will have some other plans with friends tonight, allowing Mistress and Jay to celebrate her big day in a more "intimate" way before the night is through!

As for me, well wouldn't it be nice to give Mistress some birthday spanks on Sunday -- our switch day?  Hopefully our daughter won't be hanging around all day.  Mistress's  cute  bottom certainly is tempting, isn't it?

Tired Sex Goddess

Mistress seemed pretty tuckered out after her sleep-over with Jay.

I had talked to her briefly at around 7:30 pm.  The two of them had stopped by a local grocery store for some provisions, and Mistress waited in the car and called me while Jay was in the store.

Then there was a little "good night, slave" text message at around 10:30 pm, which was apparently placed after round 1.  I also got a nice little "good morning, slave" at around 7:30 am, presumably before round X.

But it wasn't until around 10 am, as I was sitting at my desk at work that I heard from her via phone.

"Have you escaped the love nest, Mistress?"

"Funny slave..... but I am tired.  Lots of sex, and not much sleep."

Later in the afternoon, I checked in again. It was clear Mistress was fading fast. But she did give me a brief up date on her night away.

"It was pretty epic, Slave....Jay has been texting me and calling me a "sex goddess". But now I need a nap."

We had made plans to meet some friends for dinner at our swim club, so I did not get the chance I enjoy of tasting the remnants of her time away with Jay. Her post nap laps washed away all of that aromatic detritus. But of course there was a chance to gently salve her well used folds when we finally settled into bed last night, and as I salved, she shared a few more details.

"We went at it for about three hours last night, slave.... I think Jay likes to use his tongue on me almost as much as you do.... then there was plenty of cock riding, and him fucking me against the side of the bed....."


"Then again, for another two hours in the morning....all very athletic."

"No wonder you were tired Mistress..... I'm sure Jay missed you after all that time away."

"He did.... he'd like me to spend the night this weekend, but I can't figure out how to do that....."

Of course, Slave has no standing on that subject, but it's a little hard to alibi a Saturday night away with our daughter home.....

We will be having a three way dinner to celebrate Mistress's birthday on Friday night.  Let's hope our daughter goes out with some friends, so at least they can have a few special moments together for some birthday romance.

As for me, Slave's now gone nearly 48 hours without his own sexual relief. With a little luck,  Mistress's energy will be restored and she'll be  ready to indulge me this morning.

Date Night for Mistress

Mistress and Slave made it back to River City late Sunday evening, barely.  The flights back to town worked relatively well - our arrival was only an hour later than "scheduled" , which is not all that bad when you live in a town reliant on those tiny wind-up planes that American or Delta now allows to fly here.

The scary part was the taxi driver who spoke a language that I could not determine, and seemed to be more familiar with the streets of Kabul than River City. Luckily, he did seem to understand "right" and "left" (if accompanied by a hand gesture), and we finally were able to navigate him to the foot of our driveway.

At home we discovered that our cute graduate was already asleep (with her boyfriend) explaining why she wasn't "available" to pick her parents up on their triumphant return to town. At least she hadn't changed the locks and gotten a restraining order!

By early Monday morning we were already back to the grind. Mistress had one of those ridiculously early Monday morning meetings, that macho guys schedule simply to prove they can actually get their employees and consultants to get up ridiculously early on a Monday morning. Which meant there was no wake-up sex here at the UCTMW World HQ.  I guess long streaks were meant to be broken so you can start a new one.

After her meeting, Mistress did stop at her favorite nail salon, primping for her re-union with her lover Jay tonight. The color is something new for her. What do you think?

When I see Mistress with a new "nail job", I feel a little inadequate. Some submissive guys have developed the skills to serve their Mistresses in this way, like Terri over at "A Married Sissy" and Tammy did when "All Mine" was one of our favorite reads. This pampered house salve is a little lacking in the fine motor skills area, so has never been trained to perform this personal service for Mistress. Is there a training regime or program out there that anyone can recommend?

But getting back to Mistress and her plans tonight - I know she would like me to wear the cage today, but I may get a dispensation if the weather is good enough to ride my bike to work today. I could use the exercise, plus there is some over-hyped baseball game in town tonight that has our downtown all tied up in traffic knots. Zooming in an out of traffic on my bike would be a nice option.

The silly part is that Mistress had to manufacture an alibi to explain her absence to our lovely daughter who does not have a "need to know" about her sainted Mother's extracurricular activities.  While we have been trained to look the other way when her boyfriend sleeps in the bed just down the hall from us, it's another thing to say "Mommy has a date with her lover tonight, and might not be home until morning."

Instead it's "Mommy has a business meeting out of town, and won't come back until tomorrow."


Hopefully she won't be here if Mommy comes home in the morning wearing the same outfit that she left the house in today.



As for me, I'd better get back upstairs to make sure I get my own shot at some action with Mistress while I have the chance.

Negligent Slave

We are most reluctantly heading back to River City today, after one last bike ride around our idyllic neighborhood. Fortunately, the weather cooperated these last two days.  Friday we took a long hike down a rocky trail into the Rio Grande gorge, and picniced on the banks of the swollen, rushing river.

Saturday turned out to be gloriously sunny most of the day, giving Mistress a few more hours to enjoy here au natural privileges on our patio. You can bet she took full advantage. But after reading one of Terri's entry's this week over at "A Married Sissy", I realized I had fallen down on the job while tending to my field slave duties.  Terri and his wife Diane were also on vacation last week, and when Diane realized Terri had been ogling a woman enjoying the sun by the pool along with them, she required Terri to display his fealty in a very public way by running seemingly unnecessary errands and meticulously applying sun screen while the other woman watched. It seemed that Diana had clued this other woman into Terri's status as her sissy / slave.

My failure was not offering to apply sunscreen early and often to Mistress, to potentially embarrassing consequences, which I learned about yesterday afternoon.

"My folds are peeling, Slave."

"Oh no, Mistress, is it painful?"

"No. But a little messy. I bet Jay will notice. "

That's right. Mistress is planning a sleep-0ver with her lover Jay this week, once we return.

At least she has something to look forward to back in rainy, crowded and way too busy River City.

Winding Down Our Holiday

A week here at our SW hideaway seems to fly by in a blur of sex, sun and exercise, along with some household and maintenance chores for slave. I'm getting better at smearing stucco smoothly onto our abobe walls.  But I suspect my skills at pleasing Mistress with my tongue remains superior to my stucco smearing abilities. I guess that reenforces my brand as a pampered house slave.

One feature about our summer holidays here on the edge of the mountains is that we get in lots of biking. There are some cruel hills, and at this high altitude, it keeps us in pretty robust shape.  Here is Mistress surveying the landscape after a long hill climb.

Of course, all that exercise keeps both of us fit for other endeavors too.  Without the need to stifle our sexual exertions because of a cute daughter nearby, we've been able to "cut loose" a little more on this trip.  Mistress has been keeping her cock riding skills tuned up, even without her more athletic lover Jay to keep her on her toes (or haunches).

Speaking of Jay, we have arranged a sort of "double date" for Mistress's birthday a week from tonight, once we are back home. Mistress chatted briefly with Jay yesterday by text and he confirmed he will be happy to join us for a birthday dinner for Mistress. She does seem to enjoy the attention of two men for an evening out - both her husband and her lover.

"What's not to like about that, Slave?"

Cuckold National Anthem

Here at the UCTMW SW annex we've been enjoying some unusually damp weather. Yes, we've been able to go on our daily bike rides. And there has still been plenty of time to work on that tan, but the unexpected moisture and a few cloudy mornings have provided an incentive to stay in bed a little longer in the morning.

And you know what that means..... even more time to engage in our wake-up sex rituals. Slave caught this photo of Mistress awaiting her slave's return to bed, and avid, skilled tongue.

And when the skies fill with dramatic thunderheads in late afternoon, its a good excuse to take shelter in our bed for some late afternoon napping and nookie.

Monday night we did leave the shelter of our old adobe home in order to take in some local musicians paying homage to the old blues legend Muddy Waters. Of course all those old Delta Blues ditties seem to focus on sex... usually the narrator has been done wrong, or maybe wants his lady to "rock him all night long...." But one old tune I had heard long before.... recorded by the Rolling Stones on one of their first albums ....revealed a theme I had not considered back in the late 1960's when the notion of "cuckolding" was not on my innocent "I Want to Hold Your Hand" radar screen. Check out the lyrics, particularly that last line:



Well I'm a king bee  Buzzing around your hive  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Buzzing around your hive  Yeah I can make honey baby  Let me come inside  Well I'm a king bee  Want you to be my queen  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Want you to be my queen  Together we can make honey  The world has never seen  Well, buzz a while...  Sting it then...  Well I'm a king bee  Can buzz all night long  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Can buzz all night long  Yeah I can buzz better baby  When your man is gone ...

Of course, now Mistress and Slave get a naughty thrill when there's a king bee or two "buzzing around her hive". Last night over dinner, Mistress mentioned she has plans to spend a night with her lover Jay, who's son is out of town. We talked through various alibis she can use to explain her absence to our recent graduate, who will be populating the hive on our return.

I'm sure we'll come up with something. And at least it gives Mistress something to look forward to upon our return to River City!

Cherry Season

It was our last of three glorious days of not being "on call" for work and clients, and Mistress and slave fully exploited it.

There was some raucous wake-up sex to start the day, with Slave deploying Mistress's favorite power tool, after a little warm up with my lips and tongue. It seemed it took less than a minute before Mistress was asking for permission to cum. And who was I to say no, as her hips thrashed through her release.

"That's such an efficient machine, Slave", she murmured as she  came back down to planet hideaway.  Mistress then returned the favor, first by using her own lips and tongue to bring her work-a-day cock to full attention, and then riding it to another orgasm. Having seemingly satisfied my Mistress for the moment, it was soon the slave who was (more appropriately) asking for permission to cum.

After Mistress whipped up heaping plates of scrambled eggs, slave mounted our bikes on the rent-a-car and we headed up to s scenic national park along the Rio Grande for an 18 mile ride across the high desert landscape.

Back at the house, it was time to relax a bit out in our patio. It did not take Mistress long to shed her biking shorts and jersey. As you can see, Mistress enjoyed a healthy snack. She's a big fan of Ranier cherries!

By late afternoon, we were ready for a nap. But before pulling back the covers, Mistress got a call from her lover, Jay.  He had just dropped off his son for two weeks with his other parent. I made myself scarce so they could "catch up", joining Mistress in bed once her call was completed.

"I think he's disappointed that I'm not around now that he's kid-less slave...."

"I'm sure he is Mistress.... if we had thought ahead, we could have invited him out here to join us for a while....."

Mistress scrunched her face in thought.

"Hmmmm..... I'm not sure how that would work.  It would be a real challenge to decide who to sleep with every night, slave....."

"It would put you on the spot, wouldn't it.  I guess we could draw straws."

"I'm not sure Jay would want to share like that, slave...."

"I guess you could do shuttle diplomacy.... sort of Henry Kissinger, but sexy and naked?"

We shelved the idea for some future visit. Obviously planning would be important. But all that cuckolding talk did seem to put Mistress in the mood for some pre-nap worship.

Not that it takes much to put her in the mood.

Funky 4th

Here in our little town in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains, we celebrate the 4th as proud Americans, but with a multi-cultural twist. And when I say multi-cultural, I'm not just including ethnic diversity, but a good touch of 60's counter-culture too.

Mistress and Slave rested up on Friday for the patriotic festivities, squeezing in a healthy dose of sex, and keeping our two-a-day streak going. And while we had some hearty 4th of July wake-up sex our day got a little out of control after that.

First we hosted a gathering of friends - some locals and 2nd homers - here on our sunny patio.  (No, Mistress was not topless). That was for some "pre-parading" to get ready for the annual parade just down the street on our little town's main (and only) drag.  Slave whipped up some Bellini's for our guests (Prosecco and some freshly blended peach juice - a pinkish fizzy concoction that would have floated Terri's boat), and Mistress laid out a spread of munchies to keep us fueled for the festivities to come.

Of course, some of our guests are more "look-at-me" than others.  The guy in the afro wig on the Pride "float" was one guest who felt the need to be in the parade rather than watch it go by. Back in real life he gazes into the mouths of angsty patients all day, so maybe we should cut him some slack?

And you all may have funky Americana themed 4th of July parades in your home town. But I bet none of you saw a winged belly dancer on horseback yesterday:

No.  That's not Mistress.  But I bet she'd look hot in that costume.

Parade over, we begged off the annual pig roast, in favor of an early afternoon nap, but only after shoo-ing off Mr. Afro Wig and his wife, who was all decked up in a Ellie Mae Clampett meets Uncle Sam costume. I think they could tell we were hoping they would leave when Mistress asked them
"So when are you going to leave?", and I interjected "You mean here, or town?"

They finally got the message, and we headed to our bed for a while. We had to rest up for round two, a picnic at our neighbor's house.  They are a sprawling Hispanic family in the restaurant business, with plenty of kids, grand-kids, former employees and pals enjoying the holiday in their back yard, adjoining ours, with those big mountain views.  Mistress is always a big hit with the men (and women) at this event, as they fawn over her beautiful greenish eyes and long full tresses. As the afternoon faded into evening, and the tequila flowed, we get an insiders glimpse at local culture and family life-- all very colorful and spicy, like the red and green chile that ends up on everything on your plate.

And we got an earful about Donald Trump from just about everyone.

Hope all of our readers on this side of the pond had as much patriotic fun for the 4th as we did!

Hunkered Down for the Holidays

When I heard on NPR this morning that 42 million people will be crowding airports and roads this weekend, it made me even more gratified that Mistress and Slave are safely ensconced in our hideaway already, with no plans to return home for another 9 days.

So how did we spend our first day of empty nesting and vacation here?

Not doing much.

Well there was a little client coddling over the internet and phone. But that was put to bed my around noon. Leaving plenty of time for some wake-up sex, a bike ride, and Mistress sunning herself on our patio.

"Do you think it's OK for me to be out here nude with the neighbors around, Slave?"

Was she really asking for my permission?  She was already nude, slathered with sunscreen and enjoying the warm SW sun.

"I suppose if they wandered over here to borrow some milk, or share a prairie dog extermination remedy, they would be assuming the risk of seeing a nude neighbor, Mistress."

"Then it would be their problem, not mine, wouldn't it?"

Obviously, Mistress was not deterred. And there was no FedEx delivery to anticipate.

As Mistress enjoyed the recharge of her solar batteries, slave engaged in some field slave duties - some mowing and weed-eating and pruning - but nothing too strenuous.

But as the day progress, something amazing happened.

"Even I've had enough sun, slave."

She actually moved under our portal, enjoying the view and high desert air, but sheltering her firm, lush body from the all that UV exposure.  It was an odd, but inspiring view.

By late afternoon, the rhythm of late afternoon pop up thundershowers reemerged, just in time for our late afternoon nap time.

Then, fully recharged, what else was there to do but a second round of love making with thunder, rain and (incongruously) sunshine providing atmospheric  background for our under the sheets endeavors. Mistress did some hearty cock-riding to put a punctuation mark on our first day away.

While we have some social engagements over the weekend, we will do our best to continue hiding out for the next 9 days.  What else are hideaways for?

Mistress's Two-Fer Tuesday

First an update on our travels: Mistress and Slave made it safely to our SW hideaway yesterday afternoon, giving us plenty of time for a restful nap and some pre-dinner sex in our cozy bed here on the edge of the Sangre de Christo mountains.

"We don't have to close the door, or worry about disturbing anyone, Slave..."

I think I mumbled something in response, but was too busy focusing on assaulting those clean shaven folds with my anxious tongue and lips as a precursor for my own chance to indulge. I mean,  it had been since Tuesday morning since slave had his own chance to cum!

Which brings us back to Tuesday.

I bemoaned on Mistress's behalf on my Tuesday morning post that Mistress would have to go a couple of weeks without the more athletic sexual services of her lover Jay.

I was misinformed.

After our own wake-up sex, Slave showered for work and, as I was dressing for an abbreviated work day, I asked Mistress what was on her schedule for the day.

"I have a meeting around 10 slave, then, of all goes well, some time with 'my friend ' before another meeting at 4....."

I raised an eyebrow.

"He really wanted another chance to see me before I left town...."

"It only seems fair Mistress..... it wouldn't  be right to leave him high and dry for so long."

Of course, I suspect Mistress's motives were not completely motivated by her heartfelt sympathy for her lover's sad, horny  plight.  She relishes a good hard fucking more than anyone I know. And while I can provide a suitable work-a-day fuck, there's nothing like having a a back-up  who reserves all that sexual energy for several days, then let's it all loose on her. If slave is the old reliable starting pitcher, Jay is the closer with with 103 mph fastball.

And it seems that Jay was more than happy to "bring the heat" on Tuesday afternoon.

Mistress gave me a brief "read out" of their two hours together as I worshiped Tuesday evening, savoring the residue of their time together.  Then I pried some more detail out of her on our ride up from the airport to our hideaway yesterday afternoon.

"He kind of went crazy, slave..... he kept saying how sexy I was, and spent a lot of time with his tongue on me...."

"Lots of orgasms, Mistress?"

"Lots and lots. Of course there was some cock riding too..... and him taking me from behind."

Sounds like Jay was doing more than blowing off some pent up sexual steam.  He was giving Mistress something to ponder while she's off on our 12 day holiday. I suspect she'll be ready for more by the time we get home.

In the meantime, I will try to rise to the challenge of keeping her suitably entertained here in the sunny southwest.