Way Too Early Sex

Mistress required her slave to cross a boundary into the unknown yesterday morning:

un-caffeineated wake-up sex!

Mistress had one of those way-too-early morning meetings up the highway, which meant she had to get up and into the shower by 6:30 am. Typically that requires us to abandon our wake-up sex traditions, deferring to later in the evening or even the next morning.

But for some reason Mistress and slave found ourselves awake in bed together at around 6 am, a time when Mistress is usually fast asleep.

"How about sex, slave?", Mistress asked.

But when your wife is the boss, that's just a rhetorical question isn't it?

"Hmmmm..... not sure I can get it going without coffee, Mistress."

The equivalent of a withering stare from Mistress threw down the gauntlet.

By starting with some pre-fucking worship, slave was able to get his head straight (and awake) which got other body parts straightened as well.  The result was an encouraging discovery: this old pampered house slave can still "get it on" (and up) without chemical stimulants!

Once our morning efforts were done we each headed off to the daily work drudgery. When I got home after a post-work meeting, Mistress had some interesting developments to share.

"I messaged K (her backup side dish) and we're having lunch on friday, slave....."

So Mistress has taken in hand the cuckolding conundrum we discussed here on Monday.

"Then later in the day I started getting some salacious texts from him..... pretty hot!"

"And what was he saying , Mistress?"

"He had some scenario in mind where he comes over here in the am, after you fuck me, and climbs into bed with me while you are in the shower...."

"Hmmmm..... sounds pretty hot, Mistress....."

Of course the problem is the presence of our college grad returnee.

"I mentioned that slave.... but K seems pretty interested....maybe we can set it up some morning when she's visiting the boyfriend, or has to go to work...."

Hope springs eternal, like old slave's work-a-day cock.

The Cuckolding Conundrum

Mistress and slave were delightedly surprised to learn that our back from college daughter was abandoning the nest over the weekend to go on a road trip with her boyfriend. She was gone Friday afternoon and not back until Sunday evening dinner time.

It gave us a chance for some more relaxed and somewhat louder sex on Saturday and Sunday morning.  Yesterday slave broke out Mistress's favorite power tool for a little intro-cum, culminating in Mistress asking her slave for permission to cum.

Then Mistress treated her slave to some taunting oral attention to her work-a-day cock, making me to do the begging before I was allowed to fuck her.  Toss in some robust cock-riding and it was a very hot and extended session in the UCTMW World HQ!

Saturday evening we went down the street to a local bar where a band slave has followed over the years was playing. It was a balmy early fall evening, and the band and the followers gathered were out on the patio. As slave ordered drinks at the bar Mistress stood behind me in the middle of the room, and my peripheral vision picked p some conversation between her and a guy in his 40's or so, about 6 foot.

Done at the bar, I handed Mistress her tequila on the rocks, and the guy faded into the crowd.

"Was he hitting on you, Mistress?"

"Kind of slave..... but I pointed to you and said my husband was getting me a drink...."

It got us talking about Mistress's on again off again efforts to find that perfect "side-dish".

Slave had been pretty busy all day Saturday visiting my aging Mother and an older daughter in the hospital.

"With that empty nest on Saturday, it would have been a perfect day for some cuckolding, slave...."

But alas, while Mistress and Jay have a solid connection, his own family duties have made it increasingly difficult to connect. And while Mistress is open to finding someone who is more accessible to fuel our mutual cuckolding fetish, it isn't easy.

"We've tried the whole on-line thing, Mistress.... AM, fetlife, collar-space.... but that has shown diminishing returns...."

"Lots of wackos, slave....."

And while some folks find side-dishes at work, Mistress is self-employed. She gets out to meet with clients, but that's probably not the best way to shop for extracurricular fun.

"I could probably get picked up places, slave.... but I'm not too comfortable with that...."

"Can't blame you, Mistress."

And while Mistress might easily find potential one-night stands at a local watering hole, that's not the thing she's into. Take into account that not many guys are "string-less" and don't get the whole cuckold dynamic, and the odds are definitely stacked against finding that right guy, are they?

Any thoughts on where Mistress should go shopping?

Wake Up Sex Interruptus.

Does this ever happen to you?

Yesterday morning, our wake up sex rituals were proceeding as normal.

Slave used his considerable oral skills to induce Mistress's first cum of the day.

Then I was given permission to take my own pleasure by engaging in conventional sex, me on top, Mistress below. The old reliable missionary position is not No. 1 in most bedrooms without a reason.

Mistress seemed to be enjoying the moment. And so was I. For sure.

But all good things come to an end. In this case, an orgasmic one. As I got to that moment of no return, I did what I always do.

"Mistress may I cum?"

"Yes, slave....."

But just at that very moment, just as Slave was going to do what Mistress had allowed....

Mistress pushed one way, Slave pumped another, and , well.....

"Oops", as Rick Perry would say.

Slave's work-a-day cock popped out at the very last moment. What was the moment of climax turned onto the moment of "arrrgh".

And it was too late to stop, regroup, and re-enter.

Our sheets got a bit damper, rather than Mistress's clean shaven folds.

Slave cried out in frustration.

Mistress giggled.

"What happened, Slave?"

It was a cum, I suppose. But a spoiled one.

Later in the day, at work,  I got a text message from Mistress.

"Kind of thought it was oddly hot when your cock fell out"

"Glad you were amused Mistress".

So was this hot? Is this something that Domme women typically find amusing?

Cage Time Complications

In the last couple of days we've heard via email from a long time reader, John, who also publishes his own blog http://exquisitedungeon.com/, (Exquisite Dungeon). Mistress was curious when I read her John's emails and asked to peruse his blog. She was particularly drawn to some illustrations of women (John's mistress?) with keys on chains around their necks.

"Hmmm..... that would certainly be a good way to both remind you who's in charge, and make other folks curious..."

"As in, 'gee Molly, what's that key for?'"

"Exactly, slave....."

I suspect Jay would know exactly what the key was for if Mistress wore it over to his house for one of their lunch time or sleepover dates.

This morning I noticed on tumblr a photo of another way to not so subtly display a Mistress's key:

Although in this case, I'd worry that the key could easily get kicked  off and end up on the pavement somewhere. Hopefully there is a back-up key at home?

Another interesting story line popped up on Terri's blog, A Married Sissy, who discovered on Tumblr a card that one unfortunate cage wearer is required to give to random strangers to disclose his status as a cage wearer:

The back of the card has a description of why this fellow wears a cage, and a place for the stranger to initial so the keyholder knows her submissive is following orders.

This development ties in with a recent article about a transgender air traveler who got delayed in Orlando recently by TSA because of confusion when "she" went through the scanner, which disclosed an "anomaly" in the region of her crotch.

TSA claimed that the staff in Orlando was simply following the applicable "protocol" for such travelers.

Could the same thing happen to traveling cage wearers?  Is there a "protocol" for TSA to follow when they notice a steel or plastic anomaly affixed to one's genitals? And maybe a helpful carrying card could help persuade TSA to "stand down" under some circumstances.

All this makes me feel a little guilty that I've been dodging cage time in recent weeks.

Almost.

Mistress's Return

Mistress spent the night at her lover Jay's house on Monday.

Slave dutifully prepared dinner for our "home for the time being" daughter, and spent the evening doing seemingly manly things - catching up on my alma mater's showtime football show, and watching a bit of the Jets and Colts on ESPN.  I scrupulously followed the "no touch" rule, and heard from Mistress by text or over the phone several times during the evening and then again Tuesday morning.  She seemed to be enjoying her evening "out"

It's always a little bit lonely in that big bed without her, but she does deserve the occasional "night out", in this case with a certain guy rather than the "girls".....

And the reunion is always special, isn't it?

When I got home after work she was napping on our bed in one of those foxy black nighties she is fond of.

"I hate to say it slave, but I didn't get much sleep last night....."

She sent me off on a solo bike ride, while she rested a little more. Then I was able to enjoy worshiping those well used clean shaven folds.

She mentioned that I wasn't the only one who had spent some time "down there" in the last 24 hours.

"Jay loves to do that too slave.... I think he likes it almost as much as you do....."

And while she was a little too tuckered to allow me my sexual privileges last night, I made sure to worship her one more time before we both got some shut eye.

But I have a feeling she'll let Slave break his sad 48 hour abstinence streak  this morning.

Excuses, Excuses

Mistress is annoyed.

She has a sleepover date with her lover Jay tonight -- the first in what I think seems like forever to her.

She wants her slave to be properly secured away in his cage. And she's right to suspect that Slave has come up with too many excuses on this front all summer long.

"First, it's the bike riding slave...."

She has indulged my biking to work and understands that cock cages and bike saddles don't mix well.

But this.....

Slave has some medical testing scheduled this week. Nothing involving my own health. A little too complicated to explain on this page. But my mission today is to collect 24 hours worth of pee. Which means I have to piss into a container all day, keeping a cooler with some ice in my office to keep my bodily fluids chilled and fresh. 

"But I can't piss into a bottle with a cage on, Mistress!"

She gets it, but she's not happy. 

"You seem to come up with more and more creative excuses to avoid cage time, slave."

I'm clearly not as disciplined as our compadre Terri over at "A Married Sissy", who is up to 92% cage time this year.  He even wore his plastic cage through airport security last week.  He is a lot more macho (if that's the word) than this slave! 

At least I tried my best to make up for my "disability" yesterday.  I deployed Mistress's favorite power tool yesterday morning, delivering a nice, shuddering cum before she rode my cock to another one.

And when I returned from the Pussycats' game yesterday - a stirring victory over the Bolts - I made sure to worship with extra devotion.

Tonight, I'll be fixing dinner for me and our daughter here at the UCTMW World HQ while I contemplate Mistress cavorting with her lover through the night and into the morning. But not in my cage.

Bummer. 

Cuckold Update

Poor Mistress.

With our travels and Jay's family and child care issues, it's been more than a month since she's been able to exploit her "contractual rights" to sex with other guys. She may be getting tired of the routine devotions of her loyal slave/husband.

Thursday night she was hoping for a sleepover. Instead there was just a sushi dinner before Jay had to go back and help with a very sick parent.

There was a bit of a wrinkle in that dinner though.

"I may have been holding Jay's hand across the table when the Taylor's [fabricated name] walked in with their daughter, slave.... I don't think they noticed.  We said hello and I introduced Jay as a 'friend'...."

I guess this can be the risk of open cuckolding. But there's nothing wrong with a married lady having a sushi dinner in town with a male acquaintance, is there?

Things may be looking up this week though.

Jay and Mistress have a sleepover scheduled for Monday night. Mistress's "cover story" for our daughter will be a brief out-of-town business trip.

But that's not until tomorrow.  In the meantime, I'd better pick up my game to make sure Mistress is properly serviced....

Failed Cuckold Shaming

Mistress and slave  made it safely back to River City on Tuesday evening. And although we've gotten in our daily wake-up sex and evening worship , as usual, we've also been harried by needy kids, relatives, parents and work obligations we'd put off during our 2 week getaway.

Mistress did get to have dinner with Jay last night, but that was it. He's got his own family medical crisis, and was unable to take a night off with his lover / my wife. While Mistress was disappointed that she did not get a chance to enjoy his more athletic sexual stylings, hope springs eternal.

"Maybe, Monday night, slave....."

One of the more bizarre developments on our return was an anonymous letter received at my office during my absence.

Here's some background, with the facts scrambled or obscured enough to protect our "secret identities". You see Mistress and slave are pretty active in civic and political affairs in our sleepy little town. Earlier in the month I had sent a legal letter objecting to some aspects of an issue that will be presented to the voters this fall, that has the backing of a certain prominent politician. Let's call him "The Boss" , for these purposes. The Boss has more than a few evil minions who will come to his defense, and do his dirty work, as Bosses typically do, right? My letter had gotten a certain amount of press in the local media, and had triggered some trolling by some of the Bosses pals on my facebook page.  That's what the "blocking" button is for!

So this anonymous letter:

It came in a plain white envelope, with nondescript hand writing.  Inside there was a torn piece of white printer paper with some typing on it. It was initialed "L" in long hand.

The gist of it was this person supposedly agreed with my published position, but had a warning to pass on:

"I saw your wife leave the condo of the Boss's best friend twice a couple of months ago...be careful she's not spilling the beans on our strategy....."

Apparently the writer (one of the Boss's henchmen is my guess) was trying to retaliate against my political trouble making by creating some marital discord here at the UCTMW World HQ. He was cuckold shaming me. The message was supposed to be: "Hey Mick.....your wife is fucking the Boss's best friend behind your back.... isn't that humiliating!

But I had to laugh about it.... clearly this creep didn't understand that Mistress has permission, a contractual right in fact,  to "fuck around",  and already has a ready side-dish or two.  We get off on it! What the author didn't know was that if she was fucking the boss's "best friend", she'd give me all the dirty details as I worshiped her well used clean shaven folds in our bed later that evening.
 

I passed this onto Molly, who was actually upset that we were the objects of this sort of creepy behavior.  She called it a kidnap note, because of the strange, anonymous, thrown together quality.

What's next? Kidnapping Mistress's cats until we "back down"?

 At least they hadn't cut letters out of magazines and glued them to the page.

I guess the lesson here is "you can't cuckold shame a guy who gets off on being a cuckold."

Do your homework, dudes!

Eastbound

Mistress is at the wheel (it's too long of a bike ride), heading east bound across western KS. We're hoping no dudley doo-right of the Kansas Highway Patrol decides to pull us over and go through our bags, because Mistress has stashed away a little gift picked up in CO for her lover Jay.

Mistress did get some special treatment yesterday morning for our last hideaway day. Slave deployed her favorite power tool much to her apparent delight. And she returned the favor by letting me have my twisted way with her after the machine induced tremors faded.

We spent a good chunk of the day biking though the badlands that bound CO and NM, where man, beast, and crumbling adobe structures live as one.

Then last night we enjoyed on last summer sunset at our little house in the high desert, moaning about our reluctance to head home.

But at least Mistress has a sleepover date planned with Jay for Thursday night.

ANd the Pussycats won on the road!  Life can't be that bad in River City, can it?

The Case of the Disappearing Tan Lines

Our summer is now officially living on fumes.

Mistress and slave have one last day here in the sunny SW before we jump back in the car for that 1350 mile drive back to the hassles, work pressures  and infested nest awaiting us back in River City.

Rest assured we have been trying to squeeze that last bit of fun out the few hours left us. We started yesterday with some noisy wake-up sex, doors wide open, with Mistress riding her slave's cock to her heart's content. We may have even frightened away the prairie dogs, who seem to have moved onto greener (or possibly dryer) pastures this September.

Then we spend the day at a local music festival, that culminated in a "big barn dance" last night. The ladies were all gussied up for the highlight of the boot-scootin' season in skirts that flared while they spun.  The men had on their bolo ties and cowboy hats. Nothing flashy in their closets were left behind.  Slave did not wander far from Mistress. Otherwise I am sure some cowboy would have grabbed her by the wrist and waltzed her away onto the crowded dance floor.

Today we plan a long bike ride crossing from NM to CO and back again as out final fling before the long tedious trek eastward.  And I suspect somehow Mistress will squeeze a little more nakers time out of our Sunday.

Over our 12 days here she has certainly made some progress when it comes to homogenizing that bronze skin tone of hers.  Here is the "before" (or at least mid week) Mistress:

And here is the "after" (or at least Friday's version):

"I think I'm done with the sun for the season, Slave", Mistress sadly acknowledged Friday evening.

Well, at least she is well done.

High Desert Haze

Our days have been sliding by way too quickly here in the High Desert. I woke up this morning realizing that I had been so caught up in the lazy but seemingly busy days we've had here that I have let down our readers.... The medicinal value of some "edibles" acquired on our way through Colorado seems to have kept us in a very mellow mood, but, sadly, also has seemed to make our time here fly by even more quickly.

Let me briefly report that Mistress seems to have reached her tanning apex, lounging on our patio, conference calling and texting clients in the buff.  I guess she should be grateful they haven't demanded a video conference.

"After this the sunning season is over, Slave...."

Well at least no one can say she left a square inch of that lovely body back in the locker room!

There was a brief panic on Tuesday.  The local electrical Co-Op, which features very low rates and equally low service levels, went dark on us around 9 am, just as we were about to plunge into the shortened work week.  That meant no power, no internet, and no water, since we have a well with an electric pump.  It was a perfectly beautiful day, so they couldn't blame a lightening strike.

Ultimately the cracker jack repair crew arrived in our "neighborhood".  Mistress was almost caught in the buff by 2 of them as they wandered up our dusty "driveway" to examine our power box and meter.  Mistress had to scramble to wrap herself in a towel or the crew would have gotten an eyeful of her lush curves!

Ultimately they got our power back on by 4 pm, after much digging and an apparent midday siesta.

Then there was an amusing incident Monday evening at a local bar, where we went for dinner and some music. Setting off to fetch drinks and order, I left Mistress at  our table, one of those stool level high-tops amidst others, with a nice view of the mountains. When I finally returned with her tequila on the rocks and my IPA, I found her in the company of  two guys, engineers for the local cable company, who must have thought they had struck gold - a hot babe flying solo here in the high dessert.

I could tell Mistress was enjoying the attention - they had some shared professional experiences. I could also tell that the guys were mentally wrestling with the notion of who between them got first dibs.

They clearly were disappointed when old Mick showed up, turning their would be sexual oasis into a frustrating mirage.  But they did stick around and we enjoyed their company until the music started.  They made sure Mistress had their contact information in case they could find some mutual "work" to do in the future.

One seemed to be Mistress's type. I suspect she will be dropping an email to him,  if only for professional purposes.

That's all for now.... the sun is up, there are some wake-up sex rituals to perform, and then the 2nd day of a local music festival to enjoy.  We have only 3 more days left here before the long trek home. Unless we decide to pack it in and not go home ever again.

Sex Caddy

As anticipated, Mistress and slave woke up rather stiff and sore following our 7 hour Sunday odyssey up and down the neighborhood mountain.  And while we managed to work our way through our wake-up sex rituals, I think we would both admit it wasn't our best effort.

Sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment, and not try to set records or personal bests, right?  At least I can testify that despite aching limbs and feet I "got her done".

We had decided to take Labor Day off - no exercise and no professional work - and we pretty much stuck to that path. But slave did do a little stuccoing on our low adobe wall separating our patio from the wilds beyond.  Meanwhile Mistress was sunning herself au naturale, giving slave something to admire as I spread that sticky brown goo on sun bleached walls.

Admiring Mistress's glistening body from only a few feet away, I decided it made sense to provide a bonus cum to make amens form my less than focused efforts of the morning.  Without Mistress noticing, I found her hitachi inside, hooked it up to the long extension cord we had been using to play the radio, and silently proceeded the the side of her chaise, proferring to her the little electric wand with the big white bulb at the end.

I was sort of like the aging but experienced professional golf caddy, who's job it it to anticipate his boss's next club choice even before the golfer realized what club he wanted for the next crucial shot. I figured Mistress, after all that sun worship, was ready for the sort of sexual interlude that only her favorite power tool could deliver.

Mistress reacted with a start to me standing there, hitachi in hand, pulling her eyes away from her kindle.

"I thought you could use this, Mistress....."

And although I had distracted her from her book, she didn't seem to mind in the least. But unlike the well trained caddy, I didn't hand her the "tool".  Instead, with a nob from her, I applied it gently but firmly to those sun soaked clean shaven folds.  Mistress spread her thighs just a tad, then embraced that big white bulb as I switched it on to the "low" setting.

Mistress closed her eyes, focusing on the insistent vibrations attacking her tender bits. Soon her hips were shifting in rhythm to the device, and only about 30 seconds later asked her slave for permission to cum.  Who was I to forestall her pleasure?

Once Mistress seemed fully satisfied, she murmured in a way that seemed to say "enough", and slave turned off the device, putting it away for its next use.

I think I at least helped Mistress hit a birdie on that particular hole.

Summiting Sunday

Mistress and slave did our labor day weekend laboring yesterday, climbing the highest mountain in the state, which you can see the top of from our hideaway's back yard.

Fortunately, slave got to enjoy some wake up sex with Mistress before we left the house at around 8 am, because my aging bones barely had the strength to roll over in bed once our trek was over. According to my know it all I-phone we had covered more than 10 miles, about 30,000 steps and the equivalent of 131 flights of stairs. But as Mistress noted, there should be an asterisk saying we did it all at above 10,000 feet, stumbling over a lot of loose rock. (That's Mistress up ahead of me, approaching the summit, at about !3,200 ft.).

"Remind me why we do this, Mistress?", I mumbled while gulping down a couple of ibuprofin chased by a very much appreciated pale ale at a local bar adjacent to the nearby ski valley.

"Because it's there, slave?"

Or maybe just to prove that we still CAN do it.

In any event the trails were pretty crowded because of the holiday weekend. The summit was packed with about 30 people, mostly a lot younger than slave. I recalled our experience one time up there, when it was so private that Mistress enjoyed some high altitude worship with only the scavenging chipmunks to witness.

Mistress would have to wait for that until we stumbled  back into  our hideaway, 7 hours after her morning cums.

I was impressed with her patience.

Earth Porn?

Mistress and slave have been enjoying some cool, high dessert weather since our arrival here at our hideaway. Fortunately, several of the a little too annoying "friends" who sometimes clutter the scene here are back in Texas, keeping our social calendar open for romantic dinners and music. Like last night , where we dined at a cozy Italian bistro where they serve Mistress the gluten free pizza she has been craving all summer.

Top it with Artichokes and goat cheese and Mistress seems on the verge of orgasmic.

"I think you like that gluten free pizza as much as a good fucking from Jay, Mistress...."

"Hmmmm..... well, almost, Slave, almost....."

In Jay's absence, slave has been doing his workmanlike best to keep Mistress sexually amused.  We had our traditional wake up sex Friday morning, and  I surprised her by rising to the occasion againyesterday afternoon, following a nice, extended nap.

As we rested in our bed, storm clouds looming outside, we both turned to our ubiquitous lap tops to catch up on what was happening in the real world.... or at least the glossy, faux real world that folks create for themselves on facebook.

You know what I mean.... we all do it.  Mistress and slave tend to post photos when we are off on seemingly exotic vacations - like the sunset above taken from our front yard here.  I often post cute pics of Mistress when we are out to eat, with her toasting the camera with a glass of wine.  I suppose it's a little cruel  to tweek all of our FBFs out there, showing them what a hot wife I have, or showing Mistress's lady friends how much her husband fawns over her.

I can hear them now, nagging their less clever hubbies:  "how come you never post fawning pics of me at trendy restaurants like Mick Collins does of Molly".

Poor saps.

Anyway, we have a friend who recently "discovered" facebook, and is catching up for lost time.  But instead of posting cute photos of her vacations, or dog, or any thing personal, she just repeatedly re-posts photos of idyllic vistas taken by other people. And she seems to do it over and over again, every 20 minutes or so....

"It's 'earth porn' slave.... "

Of course, slave is a little clueless sometime.  I'd never heard that phrase....

"What's earth porn?"

"It's like 'food porn'.... you know, pretty pics of fancy meals, but this is pretty pics of nature...."

Dumb.  I can see posting pics you've taken yourself, but why post other people's photos just to clutter up my facebook feed? And, come to think of it,  what's wrong with wife porn.....like this pretty pic of Mistress sunbathing:

What a shame I'm not allowed to post that on facebook... it would really get our FBFs' knickers in a twist!

Hunkered Down in Our Hideaway

Mistress and Slave survived Kansas and finally arrived at our SW hideaway on Tuesday afternoon - just in time for a late afternoon nap.

The drive was uneventful - a couple of roadside cafe breakfasts, and an overnight stay in Bob Dole's hometown. We stopped for dinner at a local restaurant where the steaks were thick and the locals were even thicker. There maybe something about all those bovine growth hormones leaching into the ground water.

Once in Colorado, we did do a little "market research" at one of those new fangled "recreational dispensaries", staffed by hippie grandpa and hippie grandma, who gave us the run-down on their inventory and all these new fangled "delivery systems".  We even picked up something for Mistress to share with her lover Jay if we decide to go back to River City.

Mistress got some early morning Kansas worship, if only to defy Governor Brownback, but we saved the day's main event for our arrival at our little adobe in the shade of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.  After a recuperative nap in our cozy bedroom, Mistress directed slave to insert "your device" (the trusty aneros) which had its typical effect. Rest assured that Mistress received some starter cums via her slave's oral "delivery system" before slave got his reward for all that driving over the last two days.

It was well worth it.

Speaking of worthwhile, Marc, "The Cuckolder" left a comment yesterday wondering if he'd be invited to visit the SW hideaway.

Marc, the welcome mat is out. And I suspect Mistress would make your visit more than worthwhile.

Westward Ho

It's been a crazy few days for Slave:

Saturday Mistress and slave had a chance for our last "two-a-day" for a while , with an afternoon "nap" time squeezed between a visit to my cranky aging mother and a night with three of my daughters with the Pussycats, who did a nice job making Jay Cutler looked like chopped liver.

Sunday I hopped in the car with my youngest daughter at 6:30 am, off loaded her at college on the East Coast 10 hours later, then caught a late night flight back to River City. Mistress was kind enough to pick me up at the airport. We made it home around 1 am Monday morning. So it was a "no sex" Sunday, at least for me. (I haven't asked whether Mistress broke out her favorite power tool in my absence.)

Monday we did get some nice semi-awake-up sex in, then it was a day at the office for me, and an afterwork cookout with some political types.

This morning, it was back in the car. We're heading to our SW hideaway for some end of summer empty nesting. Right now Mistress is behind the wheel as we cruise through central Missouri.  We will bed down somewhere in Kansas. Somehow sex in Kansas always seems more "forbidden" and therefore more fun!

A little while ago Mistress was talking to her lover Jay. He's had a rough few weeks with a very sick father. Mistress was trying to offer some solace.

"Why don't you just come out to our hideaway and have sex with me, Jay?"

I'm not sure what he said, but from Mistress's response -- "Oh, he's just listening to the radio"-- I could tell was a little squeamish about Mistress mentioning her affection for his sexual stylings in my presence.

Poor Jay.

He just doesn't get this cuckold thing, does he?

And Terri -- if you and Diane want to stop by while we are out west, maybe Molly and Diane can compare cuckold / domme notes.