Unexpected Quickie

After Thursday morning's wake-up sex, I thought slave was shut down for the day. We had a full house at home, and plans for dinner with our daughters at the end of the work day. And what slave can complain about one chance for sexual release a day? Certainly I am a pampered slave as compared to all you readers on perpetual lock down.

But I always keep hope alive.

When I got home I reclined on our bed with Mistress, who was lounging with her computer in a flimsy nightie. We took some family calls, checked our email. (I even responded on behalf of Mistress to an email from one of her "fans".  Our older daughter was off with a friend. But the other was through a rather thin wall next door, presumably packing for Sunday's trip to college.

I came upon Terri's rather detailed posting at A Married Sissy about a Wednesday afternoon encounter involving his wife Diane, her lover Paul, and poor Terri, blindfolded and listening to their sexy antics in the corner.  Pretty hot!  When Mistress finished talking to her Mother, the Dowager Domme, I handed her the computer, suggesting that she read Terri's entry for some mental stimulation while I descended betwixt her thighs, and topped off her orgasm tank.

She seemed more than amused, and was soon shuddering through a seemingly satisfying cum.

  Thanks for the assist Terri!

But then something surprising happened. As Mistress plugged her I-phone in, she peered out our window.

"Slave.... [our younger daughter] just left for a run....."

Hmmm.... a suddenly, if briefly, empty nest.

"Want to have sex?....."

Well we had already started, hadn't we? And slave was already at half staff, equally inspired by the picture of cuckolding debauchery so skillfully painted by Terri. With little additional assistance I was  soon ready for action.  Of course, It had to me a quickie. Our daughter is no marathoner. But somehow I rose to the occasion. What a surprisingly unexpected two-a-day and good way to end a Thursday.

The moral of this story: take your opportunities, and inspiration,  when and where they are presented!

Dommes Have More Fun

Here at the UCTMW World HQ, we had an unexpected bonus Sunday night: our daughter who had nursed her boyfriend (Mr. Boxers) back to health on Saturday evening. (I’m not going to speculate what was involved), drove him back to campus on Sunday afternoon.  Then she texted her mother that she would be spending the night! WooHoo! That left our upstairs open for some lusty late afternoon fucking to complement our morning sex. Two consecutive two a days is always worth celebrating for some dude almost eligible for Medicare.

Yesterday was a little more Spartan. Mistress had one of those early wake-up calls, meaning no chance for AM sex. By yesterday evening, slave was happy to just honor her with some pre-bedtime worship, enjoyed as she read Marc Divigny’s latest entry at “The Cuckolder”.  This is becoming a tradition, with Marc’s cuckold adventures  priming Mistress’s lush clean shaven folds, and making Slave’s job all the easier. 

An occasion when Mistress gets a cum, while Slave gets to wait until the next morning fits in well with today’s blog, triggered by a study at the 538 Blog titled The Gender Orgasm Gap.  It turns out the Cuckold / Femdom lifestyle flips the standard male / female gender gap on its head:

In 2009, the National Survey of Sexual Health and Behavior (NSSHB) asked 1,931 U.S. adults ages 18 to 59 about their most recent sexual experience. The topline findings show that men are more likely to orgasm than women — 91 percent of men said they climaxed during their last sexual encounter, compared with 64 percent of women.

But there seems to be a perception gap, too — at least among men. Eighty-five percent of men said their partners in that recent sexual encounter had reached climax, far higher than the percentage of women who said they orgasmed. That can’t simply be explained away by saying that the men were referring to different sexual partners. Most of these sexual encounters were heterosexual — 92 percent of men and 98 percent of women said their last sexual encounter was with someone of the opposite sex. So it seems like some of those men were wrong when they said their partners had orgasmed — either their egos are causing them to overestimate, or some of those women are faking it.

The chart tells the tale of the sad plight of women who have not taken charge in their relationship:

Unlike the sad, disadvantaged “typical” women represented by this graph, Molly would seem to enjoy an orgasm with every “sexual encounter” we have the opportunity to enjoy. (Unless I’m one of those pathetic guys who imagines that orgasms are happening when they apparently are not). In fact what's the point of a "sexual encounter" that does not end in pleasing your female partner? Unlike the selfish "typical" guys represented in this data, Molly certainly outscores her hardly sexually deprived slave, who has no complaints on the frequency of cum front.

That also seems to be the case in the home of “The Married Sissy”, where Terri keeps a daily orgasm log that  documents the fact that his dominant wife “scores” much more frequently than he does. (Though I might add that Diane could probably use some more orgasms to keep up with Molly).

I note that women seem to cum more typically in response to oral attention. That may be why we typically start with a little oral worship in our “encounters”. Unless we’re watching TV and slave uses the “partner masturbation” technique when Mistress brazenly spreads her legs next to me on the couch.

One oddity though: the chart suggests that women never have an orgasm when they “give” anal sex. In my experience, Mistress always seems to cum rather intensely when she uses her strap-on. Don’t the stat keepers at the 538 Blog count pegging when it comes to tracking “sexual encounters”?

Empty Nest Interruptus

Mistress and Slave were at our pool - catching some rays on one of the final weekends of our summer - when Mistress got a text from our young grad.

"Good news  slave - she's going up to campus to visit the boyfriend. won't be back until tomorrow!"

The boyfriend has a final semester to finish before graduation. He went back to their leafy idyllic campus this week.  The cute grad has been lurking around the house in a sulk since he left. So, finally, it seems he'd ask her to come up for a "visit".

Both of our eyes lit up. And while we suppressed the fist bumps because a friend was sitting nearby, I'm sure we were both of the same mind --- an opportunity for a little loud and proud sex in our re-emtped nest!

Soone we were making our excuses to go home. We showered together and were soon in the bed in the UCTMW Executive Suite.  Mistress caught up on some reading, enjoying the adventures of both the Married Sissy and the Cuckolder, as I lavished her with attention via my eager lips and tongues.
 (Marc- as predicted, she did express a little shock when you mentioned the sandals. Mistress has a thing about ugly male toes, but then maybe you get pedicures?)

Once Mistress had her starter cum - a little amuse boche so to speak - we moved onto the starter: Mistress rode slave's cock to a couple of more cums, with her moans of delight fully expressed and our doors wide open.

Hopefully that cats were not shocked.

Once Mistress exhausted herself in the superior position, it was time for slave's own "main course".
I switched positions with her into the well worn but reliable "missionary" position, and was enjoying my "free range slave" privileges of building to a crescendo that inevitably lead to my own orgasmic release.

That is unless Mistress's I-phone began chiming.

Which of course it did, just at the very worst moment.

Distracted, Mistress looked over to the screen on her phone, sitting on a little bedside table.

"It's [our daughter], slave.... I'd better get it."

Slave pulled his mental emergency brake, just as his train was about to go over the cliff. Fortunately, it was still in working order.

My momentum fully arrested, I rested on my elbows above Mistress as she chatted briefly with our daughter....

"Yes, honey.... I understand..... see you in a while....."

By the time she hung up I figured the news was not good. And of course, Mistress's work-a-day cock was in "parade rest" mode.

"The boyfriend's not feeling well, slave.... so they're coming back here rather than stay for the party his roommates are throwing."

I guess I should have been annoyed that the boyfriend only called her to come up because he was in need of a nursemaid.  But what really annoyed both of us was that our "empty nest" weekend had suddenly gone kaput.   Dang. That put the kabosh on those "switch day" plans that had been bubbling in my head.

But at least we had at least 45 more minutes to finish what we had started. Once Mistress applied those sensuous lips to their restorative task, it didn't take nearly that long to finish what we had started!

Ashley Madison Meltdown

Mistress and Slave exploited one of the last Friday evenings of our River City summer last night - we both skipped away from work early to meet at the swim club. Slave slid a couple of bottles of wine into my back pack. Sitting at a corner of the pool deck, we sipped wine and read as the warm sun slowly sank into a beautiful sunset.

It was a nice way to end the week.

But of course some folks' week was not as enjoyable.  I'm thinking of all those celebrities, politicians and government employees outed this week when the Ashley Madison hackers did their big data dump.  No wonder the stock market crashed! There were probably more than a few horny hedge fund managers liquidating their accounts and packing their bags to stay one step ahead of an angry spouse or a reporter from Buzz Feed.  This headline from AM's home town paper in Toronto captures the panic:
 

EXCLUSIVE: Hollywood actor, NFL star and a top politician are among celebrities 'frantically calling up expensive damage limitation experts over the Ashley Madison hack'

• Celebrities are 'desperately' calling up experts to help them manage their reputations following Ashley Madison leak, Daily Mail Online can reveal
• These include actor from a recent Hollywood action film, top NFL player, reality TV star, well-known Southern politician and a Coca Cola executive
• Stars worry being publicly outed as cheats will destroy their reputations
• One company, Reputation Management Consultants, has received record number of calls from celebrities panicking about the hack and data leak
• One 'was so scared of his marriage falling apart he cried for five minutes'
• Another feared family would actually kill him if they found out, it is said
• Firm charges clients between $10,000 and $100,000 a month for service
• But CEO said some celebrities used unknown emails to set up accounts - and did not use their names/credit cards - so may never been found out
• Data shared online by hackers lists the name, home address, IP address, credit card details, and email address of paying Ashley Madison users  
•  
  At least all those “reputation management” experts will have a little extra income in the next few months as they cook up narratives to explain why all those actors, jocks and politicians had trouble finding babes the old fashioned way.
  
  
   It got Mistress and slave chuckling about the local museum director who popped up on her AM account a few years back: The guy who comes off like the combination of a Presbyterian Minister and Funeral Director in public, but apparently has a wilder side. Or wants to have a wilder side.
  
  
  I liked the story about the State GOP Chair from Louisiana, who admitted he had an AM account, but said it was purely to conduct “opposition research”. Was he trying to set a honey trap for Mary Landrieu?
  
  
  Then there was the Reality TV holier than thou Christian conservative megastar, Josh Duggars, who had to admit he had his own AM account.  I'm shocked. Shocked. Will the Duck Dynasty guys show up next?
  
  
  As a prophylactic measure, Slave did check our own email accounts on one of the web sites that popped up this week to let the curious (or worried spouses) check to see who was using AM.  I did find that no name gmail account we have used there. But not our individual accounts.  Hopefully that means we’ve dodged any embarrassing bullets.  But Mistress, who is a bit of a “reputation manager” in her own right, has already worked up a plan:
  
  
  “If anyone says I’ve been on AM, we can just say that you and I did it jointly, as a prank to see who was on there and using it …. it was just marital fun!”
  
  
  “And for the most part, that’s true, Mistress…. We were getting laughs out of all those horny suburban guys in boring marriages, trolling for a little side-dish nookie.”
  
  
  The sad part is that the age of AM, or any other internet “hook-up” sites,  is now clearly over. I suppose Cuckold match-making will have to go back to the agrarian age – maybe Mistress can start meeting buff farmers at barn raisings!
  
  
  
  
  
  
•  

Mistress's Double Date Wednesday

I think Mistress was a little frustrated by the end of the day yesterday.  She spent time with her first string and relief lovers, but had to rely on her slave for any sexual satisfaction.

First, there was a lunch date with her lover Jay.

Mistress called me on her way to the restaurant where they planned to meet.

"Am I slutty to say I'd rather be having sex with him than lunch, slave?"

"Of course not Mistress....."

Jay's has had some distractions and scheduling issues of late: a special needs kid at home, and a health crisis for a parent. Serious stuff that makes it hard for him to break free for some quality time.

Mistress gave me a report afterwards.

"I told him it's nice to see him over sushi, but it would be better to see him naked...."

"What did he say, Mistress?"

"He said he misses it too, but that he's not had the time he needs to have sex with me.... he does take a long time once we get going......"

This conversation was as Mistress was driving over to a neighborhood watering hole where she was meeting her back up lover K for a drink. 

K is certainly not a particularly reliable back-up. While Mistress finds his looks and "talents" appealing, the major problem is that our daughter is home these days, making it hard to arrange some time together for one of his "house calls".

"We had a nice time, slave.... but no action. Does that disappoint you?"

She shared this when I got home from work. Mistress was already in our bed for a pre-dinner rest, in a cute black nightie.

"No Mistress. I'm not disappointed at all.  But maybe I can offer some consolation?"

At least she had her slave and his devoted tongue and lips to provide some much needed relief after two unfullfiling encounters with her side dishes.

The Ultimate Pegging

Slave was sexually out of commission from Monday afternoon through Tuesday because I finally succumbed to the nagging of my MD and got that dreaded colonoscopy he'd said was my due ever since I hit 50.

As someone who has bent over and taken Mistress's strap-on  over the years, I suppose it should not have been something I shunned for so long. Mistress has had hers over the years.  Maybe it was watching her do the dreaded prep -- 36 hours of fasting and drinking a foul beverage to facilitate the total evacuation of the area to be plumbed.

Rest assured that while I was going through my little ordeal I tried my best to keep up with my slave duties: Mistress got some worship Monday evening and yesterday morning before she accompanied me to the MD's office.  Although, sadly,  she was denied the services of her work-a-day cock while my "prep" was underway.

Mistress accompanied me to my appointment, which was at a "surgery center" in a sleazy strip mall in a declining part of town.  Not real confidence building.

I had been told to bring a photo ID along with my insurance card.  Which brought one thought to mind: Do people send "ringers' to take their colonoscopies for them?  Like a student who gets some braniac to take the SAT for him?  And Why hadn't I thought of that.

As it turns out, the prep was much worse than the procedure. The last thing I remember was the nurse anesthesiologist chatting me up by testing me  with clever Latin phrases he learned at a Jesuit High School in Philadelphia. I never did see the actual device that found it's way up my back channel:

Then I woke up - I guess 30 minutes later - with the pleasant nurse offering me a coke, and, for some unknown reason, "I Left my Heart in San Francisco" running through my head.

If the Doctor asked himself that dreaded question _ "Hmmmm..... has something else been up here lately?", he didn't mention it to me.

Mistress was waiting for me in the reception area, told me I had "passed" the test, according to the MD, and drove me home.

So for all of you putting this off as I did, my advice after this experience: man up. It's not so bad.

Now, back to our regular programming.

BTW, Mistress has a meet up with her back-up lover K for a drink this evening.

"If you ride your bike to work slave, and it rains, you'll have to find your own way home."

Understood, Mistress.

Time for a "Cuckold Pride" Movement?

Mistress and slave have had a relatively low key weekend, though the nest has been a little too crowded.

How crowded you ask?

The recent grad’s boyfriend has been hanging around. Actually, I’m not sure he’s ever left.  They’ve been squirreled away in her room. I’m not sure I wanted to know the answer to the “briefs or boxers” question about him, which I learned yesterday morning as I was drinking my coffee and he cut through our living room on the way to the bathroom. 

Having all this company in the house is definitely cramping Mistress’s style:

“I don’t like having to worry about whether I’m properly dressed just to go down to check the laundry, slave.”

I don’t like Mistress having to be properly dressed either. I like her improperly or not dressed at all. But then some of you are already asking yourselves “Why would a Mistress be doing the laundry…. isn’t that the slave’s job?”

But today’s blog is really about a recent slur that is giving us “loud and proud” cuckolds a bad name. The New York Times last week reported a new slam that Rush Limbaugh and other Tea Party types  are using to label politicians they don’t consider sufficiently conservative:

“Cuckservative”. 

Here is a brief description from Salon:

 “Cuckservative,” you see, is short for a cuckolded conservative. It’s not about a Republican whose wife is cheating on him, but one whose country is being taken away from him, and who’s too cowardly to do anything about it.

OK, that’s gross and sexist enough already, but there’s more. It apparently comes from a kind of pornography known as “cuck,” in which a white husband, either in shame or lust, watches his wife be taken by a black man. Lewis explains it this way: “A cuckservative is, therefore, a race traitor.”

White supremacists have reinforced the racial intent of the “cuckservative” narrative. To that end, Walsh quotes one of their more prominent voices, Richard Spencer:

“The #cuckservative meme doesn’t make any sense without race. It’s all about race…What’s powerful about #cuckservative is that it is call for a racially conscious politics—and not the kind of shot-gun spray muckraking that Johnson specializes in.”

Hmmm….. so a “#cuckservative” is the sort of politician who doesn't have the "courage" stand up for the right of South Carolina to fly the Confederate Flag, or a white cop to put a bullet in the head of guy who had no front license plate?  And if you expanded Medicaid in your state, or aren’t trying hard enough to bust labor unions, well I guess that makes you a #cuckservative too.No doubt re-invading Iraq, and bombing Tehran is on the "to do" list of those using the #cuckservative hashtag. And you must be a #cuckservative if you married a Latina, or don't support rounding up and deporting 11 million illegal immigrants.

Of course, they have the kink that they are converting for their political ends a little off: you can be a cuckold if your wife is having sex with a white guy too, can’t you? If not, then I guess I’m not a real cuckold, and shouldn’t be offended by this latest Limbaughism.  But then maybe they’ve inserted the “white woman / black cuckolder” requirement to avoid adding conservative God Ronald Reagan to the #cuckservative smear. Wasn’t Nancy doing it with Frank Sinatra?

Before these racist “wacko birds” (as John McCain would call them) completely misappropriates the “cuckold” label as a political perjorative, we need a “cuckold pride” movement to reclaim the suddenly tarnished label and honor it for the kinky,  sexy, Mistress enobling state of marital bliss that it can be! 

Does someone want to design the bumper sticker!

Slave Exceeds Expectations.

Here at the UCTMW World HQ it was an unusually active Thursday on the sex front.

Of course, there was the traditional wake-up sex rituals in the UCTMW Executive Suite before Slave headed off to work. Worship first as Mistress read the blog, then she indulged me as we tried to suppress our vocalization in order not to disturb our daughter sleeping acriss the haul.

Then there was Mistress's post-lunch dessert at my office. She stopped by after a lunch meeting for some worship.

"I don't have much time, slave.... so be quick about it....."

I happily complied, sliding her "throne" against my door. Laying down an absorbent towel to protect the upholstery from her abundant juices, then applied my tongue to the task at hand.  She seemed content with the outcome.

Don't you like those yellow toes?

Then, at the end of the day, after I rode my bike home, I surprised Mistress with a request that she consider allowing me to fuck her yet again, after emerging from the shower. 

"Really, slave?"

"I''m all fresh and clean, Mistress."

I know a lot of my cuckold-pals on the blog-o-sphere would be shocked at the temerity of an uppity slave who asks his Mistress for sex twice in one day.

But I've learned 0ver the years that if you don't ask, you're unlikely to get!

In this case, Mistress was very indulgent, if a little surprised that her slave had the energy to do it again after a busy work day.

It's nice that after all these years I can still surprise!

When Does Fantasy Sharing Cross a Line?

You'll be happy to know that poor slave's long dry spell ended yesterday morning --

"You seemed to be horny, slave" was Mistress's comment once the dust settled in the UCTMW Executive Suite.

Indeed.

Hopefully we can get back to a more rational sexual schedule now that my older daughter is heading back to the East Coast.

But today's edition is not an opportunity for me to whine about 2 consecutive days without sex, but about a text dialog Mistress was having with her "relief pitcher", K who is back in town and trying to get back onto Mistress's schedule.

We were sitting at our swim club at the end of the day, and Mistress was checking her texts and emails after taking laps for about 30 minutes.

"I thin K is annoyed with me Slave....."

"Why's that Mistress? Because you've not invited him over for a nooner?"

"No.... he's been sending me texts describing all these sexual fantasies he has about women at his office.... what he wants to do to the lady in the tight pants, and so on.  I told him the only sexual fantasies I want to hear about should relate to me....."

"That makes sense, Mistress..... maybe he has sexual fantasies, but can't he at least  tailor them to you?"

"That's what I think.... but he says I'm the only one he can share this stuff with.... I suppose that's true."

Of course, K could get his own sex blog if he feels a need to share.  But I am old school.....keep your fantasies about other partners to yourself. And if sharing fantasies are part of your seduction routine,  at least make it sound like they are about the object of your efforts of seduction.

Not that slave ever has fantasies about anyone other than Mistress.

Any thoughts, dear readers?

Dry Spell

Here at the UCTMW World HQ, slave has had a bit of a dry spell compared to our normal sexual hijincks. 

Monday Mistress had one of those ridiculously early morning meetings that foreclosed our normal "wake up" sex. 

Monday night one of my older daughters made an unusual cameo appearance, bedding down in the bedroom next to us. The combination of a later night airport pick-up and an early delivery of said daughter to an MD appointment, shut us down again.

Then last night Slave was recovering from some heavy drilling in my mouth at the dentist office. Fortunately, I was able to perform a couple of worship sessions for my impatient Mistress, one while she was catching up with the exploits of the Cuckolder, who has re-emerged in the bedroom of his lover, Janice. She read his blog from my laptop as I used my tongue and lips (one side of my mouth still a little numb) to provide her with a little extra stimulative accompaniment to get her over the top. 

"I wish he'd add a little more detail, Slave....."

I'm not sure if that was more of a comment on my oral services, or Marc's entry, but it's clear we've both got to up our game.

After Slave was done with his "work", I noticed that Mistress was responding to some text messages. I try not to pry in these matters, but she disclosed she was communicating with her "back up" lover, K. 

"He's back from his trip from Alaska, slave.  He wants to get together...."

Of course, the problem is that with our daughter home, there really isn't an assurance of privacy here.  And K has some privacy issues at home too.  

"I told him we can meet for a drink next week, Slave."

Mistress's frustration with Jay's own scheduling issues clearly has her looking for other options.

Sounds like we all have to up our game. 

But the good news is that it's a new day at the UCTMW World HQ. I have a feeling my dry spell is going to end this morning.

Quickie

A week ago yesterday, Mistress and slave were languishing on an idyllic northern California beach, where the  the seals and pelicans out-numbered the humans. Yesterday we were back to "normal" here in River City.  But we did make the best of it.

There was some robust if hushed up wake-up sex in the UCTMW executive suite. Yes, the cums were rewarding, but we still had to hush up with our daughter across the hall, still infesting our formerly empty nest.

Unfortunately for Mistress, her lover Jay had a date with his golfing buddies, so she was denied the more alpha sexual styings that he might otherwise have provided at lunch time. So we headed over to our swim club for some sun and relaxation through a good chunk of the afternoon.  Sadly, there was not enough privacy like there was last weekend for some out-doors worship. I was "stuck" admiring the curves of Mistress firm and sensual ass and legs without the ability to crouch between them and apply my well trained tongue to a higher purpose.

We arrived home at around 5:30 pm, with plans to catch a movie at the theatre up the street. And then there was an unexpected revelation: our daughter's car was out of the driveway.

"I think we have time for a quickie, slave....."

Who was I to disagree.

Mistress showered off the chlorine, as slave patiently awaited her in our bed.

She instructed me to insert "my device" (the aneros), assuring that her cock would be primed for action.  And it certainly was, as she rode it to a cum or two before we switched positions and slave did his best to fill in for the fucking that Jay might have provided if he hadn't been chasing that little white ball all afternoon.

And while I may have fallen a little "short", rest assured I gave my best in the cause of pleasing my Mistress.

Jealous Cuckold?

Mistress and slave spent last evening at a civic dinner, then got home in time to watch the food fight on Fox, as the 10 guys who made the main card and their inquisitors  made history by using words like "pimps", "prostitutes", "bimbo" and references to women on their knees, in what may have been the least up-lifting Presidential debate of all time.

But at least someone on the stage had once separated Siamese Twins.

During a break, and in an effort to uplift the discourse,  I asked Mistress if she had any upcoming plans with her lover, Jay. She confirmed they had been in touch, and planned to have lunch today (Friday). But she seemed a little let down....

"I'm not really into 'just lunch', Slave.... it would be better if it was 'just  sex'....."

So what's the problem? 

"Apparently he has some scheduling issues tomorrow.... not enough time...."

Well, that happens. He's got a job. A special needs kid to deal with. And there is golf. I think Mistress is a little annoyed though. After 2 weeks of "comfort" sex with her slave, she's probably got an itch for the more athletic sexual stylings of her more alpha lover.

Of course, there is a potential back-up. 

K, the hunky younger guy who makes a cameo every now and then has been texting Mistress with more frequency. He wants to get back in the rotation.  But with our daughter around, and still looking for a job after graduation, Mistress can't provide the venue for any K action.

Then last night, Mistress got a "call me for lunch" solicitation from a 50 something business executive sitting at an adjoining table.

"He's been flirting with me for a while, Slave.....and might even be a good business contact.... I suppose I should give him a call....."

All this comes up in the context of developments at two blogs we often follow.  Marc Divigny over at the Cuckolder (see our blog role) is finally back in action. We thought maybe he disappeared on us. He explains his absence by the fact that he and his lover Janice broke up for a while because the cuckold who claimed he liked the humiliation of his wife and Marc's sexual antics got jealous. So there was a long cuckolding hiatus.  But apparently the cuckold missed Mark. And so did Janice. 

  Mistress seems to have a bit of a blog reader / remote crush on Marc. So we look forward to living vicariously when he updates the fun with him, Janice and the cuckold.

Meanwhile, over at "A Married Sissy", Terri seems to struggle on a regular basis with feelings of jealousy. Although sometimes it seems he may be as jealous about the lack of attention from Paul, as well as his wife Diane, when they seclude themselves in the marital bedroom.

I guess I am one of those cuckolds who does not have the jealous gene. I like to see Mistress happy, and a little sexual variety and male attention certainly makes her a happier Mistress.  And, unlike Terri, it's not like I don't get enough sexual release myself.  He's been clocking more than 90% of the time in his cock cage.

 In contrast, this Slave's been a free range cuckold in recent months.

Who can complain?

One Way to Get an Upgrade

The sun set Monday on our trip to the left coast.  Mistress is bronzed from all that sand and sun.  Slave is splotchy red in parts. And the sun really did set on us there - we took the red eye home so as to get an extra day of sun.

Of course there is a certain price to pay for that extra day on the beach - that long sleepless night in those narrow seats. But, amazingly the air travel gods conspired in our favor.  When slave checked in, I actually got an upgrade.

Of course, so slave worth his salt would take the upgraded seat in first class, and consign his loving Mistress to that narrow middle coach seat she drew from Delta. I chivalrously handed her my boarding pass, and then went to the guy at the desk to see what he could do, explaining our plight. Of course he would sell me a first class seat for $350 more. (Sorry dude).  But for free he found me an aisle seat, which turned out to be one of those "comfort" coach seats - that came without the nails embedded in the cushion.  Better yet it was right behind first class, so I could see Mistress in aisle 3, chatting up some younger red headed guy sitting next to her.

Then lightning really struck. A fairly attractive , 40 something stewardess saw me sitting by my lonesome in aisle 10 and seemed confused. She consulted her print out (ues they still have those) and seemed to think I didn't belong there.  I explained why there was a "Mick" in the seat, rather than a "Molly" and my act of chivalry.  Before we took off, she came back and sotto vocco told me that in light of my good deed I could take one of the remaining first class seats once the pilot turned off the fasten seat bell light.

That freed Mick to move up to aisle two once we were somewhere over the Sierra Madres.  Sadly, by then Mistress was fast asleep, ans so was Mr. red head.  I took my seat, watched a little TV, drank some of that free red wine, and nodded off some where over Nebraska. Mistress didn't realize I was sort of across the aisle from her until she woke during landing at about 6 am.

She seemed a little surprised. Particularly when I explained how I got there.

"I was a little worried about whether that red headed guy would come onto you Mistress. So I offerred that cute stewardess some oral sex in the restroom on return for an upgrade. She thought I did a pretty good job. I told her I was 'well trained'."

I think Mistress really believed me, at least for a while.

Ocean View Worship

Mistress and Slave took a nostalgic tour of the Northern CA Coast this weekend - traveling north on Saturday to a little idyllic "town" where the Russian River meets the Pacific, and where we took our young daughters for summer vacations back before the "turn of the century".  We stumbled down the narrow, steep path to a secluded beach where river meets sea, and where humans are far out numbered by seals and pelicans.

It's a place where we frolicked with our young ones years ago, building sand castles and constructing shelters from drift wood.  But now we were alone, the daughters all grown up and frolicking in different ways.  The sun burnt through the morning fog just as we arrived, and Mistress soon was stripped down to her undies, enjoying the warm sun.

We spent a good chunk of the afternoon down there, enjoying the sea breeze, the sounds of the surf and watching seals pop in and out of the water, hunting for the fish that were trying to swim up river.

But before we abandoned our abandoned chunk of heaven, there was some business to be taken care of.

"How about some worship, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Slave....."

We did have to dodge the gaze of all those tourists on the cliffs above, taking the photo op but not daring the steep trail down.  So Mistress huddled under a make-shift drift wood lean-to, slithering out of her undies, and parking her firm ass on a beach towel.

"It's a little sandy down there, Slave....."

Ah yes. the ubiquitious beach sand had insinuated itself into those clean shaven folds.  Slave did his best to brush her clean, and soldiered through his duties. What's a little grit when it comes to savoring and serving?

Mistress soon came with s shudder and moan, and complimented her slave on my devotion.  Then it was time to abandon our little patch of heaven and head back to our B&B.

Rest assured that slave was rewarded for his service.

Beach Bums

Mistress and Slave slid off to a cute little beach town just north on Highway 1 for a few days of R&R before heading back to the heat and drudgery of River City.

We haven't missed much back there, and are grateful we've been away as our hometown is embroiled in yet another racial / policing controversy. Good time to leave town!

The weather is much cooler here this time of year, and the vagaries of the "marine layer" blowing in from off shore can make for cool, cloudy mornings.  But when the sun pops out, Mistress is more than happy to enjoy the sun.

The cool mornings are perfect for lounging in our bed in a cozy if a bit cramped and overdecorated B&B room, leaving plenty of time for some sex that might have woken the lady in the next room before a long walk on the beach.

When the clouds rolled back again around lunch time, we headed a little further up the Coast, and found a sunny beach along Tomales Bay where Mistress napped and slave caught up on some old New Yorkers. Then it was back to our B&B at around 5 pm before some pre-dinner nooky.  Our fellow boarders might take up a collection to find us a more secluded room if we keep this up!

In case you were wondering, Mistress claims that her breakfast date - that old high school friend she went skinny dipping with - did not overtly flirt with her.

"I think he had a crush on me back then, slave. but was always too timid to come onto me."

No wonder. Mistress can be a little intimidating.

But there was someone else at the hotel who wasn't timid.

"I was riding the elevator with this very handsome guy, slave.  ABout my age. He chatted me up, very flirtatious. He asked me if I was "traveling alone".  I think he was disapointed when I answered that I was here with my husband."

"was he hot, Mistress?"

"He was  definitely the kind of guy I would have had a drink with if I was traveling alone."

Hmmm.   I guess my short business engagement should have dragged on a bit longer.