"No Mas"

Mistress and slave took a road trip on Friday (after our wake-up sex, of course), loading our bikes onto the ancient Volvo and driving north about 40 miles to a national park that sits a top the junction (junta) of two deep river gorges. The park is never crowded, and has a 15 mile or so road loop perfect for a long bracing bike ride.

On the ride Mistress mentioned a name from the past. The distant past.

"Remember E, slave...."

"How could I forget."

E was a lover from Mistress's college days who got in touch with her back in 2009. He was married then, but spun a compelling tale of long suppressed lust for Molly. One thing led to another, lots of smutty emails were exchanged, and the whole cuckold fantasy sprung to life. (look back in our earliest entries here and you can get all the nasty details).

But in the end nothing ever came of it. Mistress is not much for all talk, no action, so they lost touch.  But that initial flirtation kindled a curiosity that has led to some of the other adventures Mistress has had that have been documented here.

"He says he's single now and really wants to see me, slave...."

"We've heard that before, Mistress...."

"I know, that's what I told him..... but he claims now he's serious...."

Hmmm..... we'll have to see where this goes. As I recall, E had Mistress very hot and bothered over his talk of spanking her as a prelude to ..... other things.

Meanwhile, back on our bikes....

By the time we handled a long hill climb, and the full loop in a stiff, high altitude breeze, both of us felt we had done our bit for the day (and week). That called for a late afternoon nap. But once we cleared the sleep from our eyes, Mistress was surprised to find that her slave was prepped for a second round of sex for the day.

"I'm a little surprised, slave.....I thought you'd be bushed after all the exercise."

"Even an old fart can get a 2nd wind every now and then, Mistress."

Mistress was disappointed when she discovered that I had failed to bring along her strap-on harness.

"Oops."

But I did have the aneros along, so she instructed me to insert it to assure that her afternoon cock was fully loaded.  And so it was.....

Yesterday was a little more relaxed here. After some lazy time in bed and morning sex, we headed into town for the weekly farmers' market, stocking up on provisions for the rest of the week. Then returned here for some lazing in the sun on our patio.  But the blazing noon time sun was even too much for Mistress. In what may have been a record for her, after only about 40 minutes she retreated under the portal, where her slave was sheltering in place with a good book.

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

Now I've seen it all.... lush Mistress bod in the noon day shade.

Fast Week....

Mistress and slave have been whiling away our time here at the UCTMW hideaway, enjoying morning sex and bike rides, long hours on our patio with Mistress sunning herself and slave hunkered down on some real work for clients, followed by afternoon naps and worship as the late afternoon thunderclouds gather and bluster in the sky.

It's the sort of getaway where the days blend together and you wake up and realize a week has gone by.

Dang.

If things go as planned we have another week to go. But we already know it will go too fast.

Rather than watch Convention coverage last night we had two couples over for dinner - locals we have known for some time who are good with silly stories that riff off one another until everyone dissolves into giggles.  Of course the fact that they brought with them some of the latest high-tech marijuana delivery systems certainly helped.  With all this new vaping stuff going on, slave will never have to hear about how he can't roll a  joint again!

Of course these folks are not in on the kink side of Mistress and slave's double life. They would be shocked to know that slave sometimes don's a cock cage at Mistress's command. (I know what you're going to ask Teri and Diane -- no the cock cage was not brought with us on this trip!)

But they did have a funny story about a party they recently attended. One of the ladies had complemented a 60 something woman we both know on her remarkable chest.

"They were hard not to notice", as she used her hands to signify the magnitude of our mutual friends 'girls'.

"But then after a few drinks I finally asked her 'are they real'. So right in the middle of the party she lifts her top, then her bra and they just spill out.

'No... they're brand new', she says...'feel them'...."

Yikes.

As it turns out only one of our friends took up the offer. But we were all laughing so hard I can't recall what her reportage was on how they felt. At least the nipples were still in the right place,

Of course, slave hopes Mistress never resorts to such foolishness. Her 'girls' are more than lovely  au naturale.

Reapperance of an Old Friend

Mistress and slave had a semi-work day here yesterday. We had some tasks for clients to perform and did so diligently. But of course, there was time for wake-up sex, a bracing bike ride and soaking up some sun.  After her trip to Africa, Mistress has whined that her typically glowing tan is not up to its usual mid-summer standards. But there are clearly ways to resolve that problem.

Last evening we spent some time with friends at a local music venue, but got home in time to watch a bit of the political spectacle in Philadelphia. We've attended that event in the past, but somehow the thought of the East Coast heat, compounded by the hot air emanating from the podium and the assembled political class makes us more than happy to be hiding out in our hideaway rather than seeing if we can catch an uber along with 8000 other foot sore political hacks and their attendant media horde to and from the Convention Hall. It's a lot of hassle just to get a decent cheese steak.

When home I noticed a short email in my blogger in box. It was word from a long lost sex blogger compadra, Sin. She slipped off the radar screen some time ago. She announced she's back. Here's her blog address Finding My Submission.

Back in the day, we had some mutual commenting going on betwixt our blog, and several others. But like a lot of our past blogger pals, some folks move on. As I recall Sin had some security issues which threatened exposure and long distance Domme, Big Bad, who enjoyed pulling her strings to rather compelling erotic effect.

Hearing from Sin made us contemplate how long we've been at this, and why we keep on going when so many other bloggers have slipped away.  While we enjoy the community aspect of things, and the back and forth that ensues, I suspect we do it more to entertain ourselves. The ritual of Mistress reading the blog while I ply her clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue each morning I post a new edition. And when we are apart, blog posts allow us to keep some sort of carnal connection going.

And of course there probably is a certain narcissistic element to sharing images of Mistress's lush curves and aggrandizing our healthy sex life.

Whatever the diagnosis, we are still getting page views, now approaching 2 million over the nearly 7 years we've been at this. I suspect we will keep at it until it gets boring, or we get busted!

What You've Been Waiting For.....

Mistress and slave spent a pretty laid back weekend here at our hideaway. There was lots of sun, beautiful vistas from our private patio,  some long bike rides and also lots of sex, relatively speaking.

We had a "two a day" Saturday.... some wake-up sex before our trip to the local farmer's market. And then some late afternoon sex following a bike ride and a much needed nap.

Sunday morning, slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool. And I did have one question as Mistress squirmed beneath it's relentless power of "persuasion".

"So Mistress, does Jay use it differently than I do?"

It seemed a little difficult for Mistress to focus on her response, since that Hitachi tends to make her squirm and cum so quickly and efficiently.  She whimpered out something like "It's pretty much the same way you use it, Slave...,", morfing quickly into "Can I please cum now?"

Who was I to say "No."

But she did have a confession to make in early afternoon, as she relaxed in the sun with her kindle.

"My body's feeling the effects of all that sex this week, slave....I don't think I can do it again this afternoon."

It was a rare admission by Mistress. Clearly cuckold week had taken it's toll. Despite her typically voracious sexual appetite she was saying "no mas." Throwing in the towel.  If Jay were here, I'd give him a high five.

But I have a feeling she will have rebounded by this morning. At least I hope she will.

Now, as a special gift to our readers, what you all like the most about our trips to our hideaway: shots of Mistress in sun-basking mode:



Enjoy!

Cuckold Week Ends With a Bang

Mistress and slave spent yesterday afternoon and evening traveling west. Our reward was waking to a beautiful sun dabbled morning here at our SW hideaway. Unlike smoggy and steamy River City, the air is fresh, cool and sparkling clear. Mistress is already threatening not to go home.

We've yet to break in the fresh sheets here, but it's worth turning back the page to Wednesday evening / Thursday morning back in River City for the conclusion of "Cuckold Week".

Mistress had invited Jay to join us at home for dinner, but the plans after that were a little unsettled.
As it turned out Jay and I arrived at our house almost simultaneously. I pulled into the drive on my bike, sweaty after an up hill climb in the steamy 90's. Jay was in his car, pulling in right behind me.

 Cleverly, he had stopped to pick up a little gift for Mistress: a box of her favorite fudge. By now Jay knows that the path to her fertile delta leads directly through her sweet tooth!

Mistress was determined to get some exercise, so the three of us were off to the pool. Again, Slave and Cuckolder sipped beers while Mistress flaunted her muscular strokes. After she was done, we all rested a bit at poolside, letting the sun drop in the sky and the air cool.  Then we went back home where slave whipped up some dinner: flank steak on the grill and corn on the cob fresh from a local farm, consumed in our lovely hidden garden. We shared some wine and enjoyed a quiet work night evening at home. Then Mistress's attention turned to the evening's remaining agenda:

"Well Jay, are you spending the night?"

Jay was so inclined.

But it was not a quick trip to bed like Sunday night.  Jay and slave have some mutual political interests, and elected to watch the assembled crazies in Cleveland for a while. As the crowd turned on the Canadian Senator from Texas, we heckled the spectacle from our couch, as Mistress decided to abandon us.

"I'm tired", she pointedly said. "You boys can keep watching this silliness, but I'm going to bed".

She leaned over, kissing us both, then retired to her executive suite.

Jay and I did not last much longer after Smary Ted was booed from the stage, and Il Duce II made his entrance to cheers...  It wasn't clear if this was a WWF production or a political convention. But it clearly wasn't going to get any better. And Mistress awaited.

We both headed up stairs. Jay wished me good night. But it was clear what the sleeping arrangements would be: He headed to Mistress's bed. I was off to our daughter's chambers.

I didn't stay awake long, but rose early the next morning, settling into the morning papers over coffee. At some point Mistress came downstairs to give me a good morning kiss.

"No sex last night slave.... but I have a feeling there will be some this morning. "

She padded back upstairs.  And sure enough,  within about ten minutes I could hear the tell tale sounds of some rather athletic sex. The rhythmic force of Jay pumping into Mistress that literally rattled the floor boards above me. And the sound of Mistress's guttural moans of passion in response.

I guess what I was hearing was proof of the old adage that "variety is the spice of life".  Our own love making style is considerably more tender and hushed. It's good that Mistress has found a lover who can unleash that beast in her, isn't it?

The storm and fury of their couplings did not last much longer.  It was a work day after all. So soon Mistress was downstairs asking me to brew her lover some coffee, which I dutifully prepared. She decided to serve the coffee myself, sparing (or denying?) her slave the servile task of rewarding a fellow who had just so royally fucked his wife in their marital bed.

Slave showered downstairs, but once again had to retrieve his work clothes and other belongings from the room where a still naked Jay was lounging in bed, sipping my coffee.

"Great coffee, Mick".

I averted my eyes, retrieved my socks and undies and belt, and slinked off, after sharing some details about the morning's news coverage of the previous night's drama in Cleveland.

Just another day in cuckold-land.

On Thursday morning, Slave left before Jay.  I did wonder what might happen after I left. But Mistress later confirmed it wasn't much.

"I had work to do, Slave...."

That evening it was another late night, with my daughter and son-in-law over for dinner and watching the Donald's 78 minute rant with me. So Slave had another unscheduled abstinence day.

But Mistress did allow me to worship her very tender clean shaven folds, and also filled me in a little on Thursday morning's action.

"He used the hitachi on me slave.... then there was more of that athletic fucking with him standing at the side of the bed".

"Sounded like lots of cums, Mistress...."

"Exactly....."

Poor Mistress. It will be just the two of us for the next two weeks. Unless she catches the eye of some mountain man or cowboy.

Cuckold Week Ends With a Bang

Mistress and slave spent yesterday afternoon and evening traveling west. Our reward is waking to a beautiful sin dabbled morning here at our SW hideaway. Unlike smoggy and steamy River City, the air is fresh, cool and sparkling clear. Mistress is already threatening not to go home.

We've yet to break in the fresh sheets here, but it's worth turning back the page to Wednesday evening / Thursday morning back in River City for the conclusion of "Cuckold Week".

Mistress had invited Jay to join us at home for dinner, but the plans after that were a little unsettled.
As it turned out Jay and I arrived at our house almost simultaneously. I pulled into the drive on my bike, sweaty after an up hill climb in the steamy 90's. Jay was in his car, pulling in right behind me.

 Cleverly, he had stopped to pick up a little gift for Mistress: a box of her favorite fudge. By now Jay knows that the path to her fertile delta leads directly through her sweet tooth!

Mistress was determined to get some exercise, so the three of us were off to the pool. Again, Slave and Cuckolder sipped beers while Mistress flaunted her muscular strokes. After she was done, we all rested a bit at poolside, letting the sun drop in the sky and the air cool.  Then we went back home where slave whipped up some dinner: flank steak on the grill and corn on the cob fresh from a local farm, consumed in our lovely hidden garden. We shared some wine and enjoyed a quiet work night evening at home. Then Mistress's attention turned to the evening's remaining agenda:

"Well Jay, are you spending the night?"

Jay was so inclined.

But it was not a quick trip to bed like Sunday night.  Jay and slave have some mutual political interests, and elected to watch the assembled crazies in Cleveland for a while. As the crowd turned on the Canadian Senator from Texas, we heckled the spectacle from our couch, as Mistress decided to abandon us.

"I'm tired", she pointedly said. "You boys can keep watching this silliness, but I'm going to bed".

She leaned over, kissing us both, then retired to her executive suite.

Jay and I did not last much longer after Smary Ted was booed from the stage, and Il Duce II made his entrance to cheers...  It wasn't clear if this was a WWF production or a political convention. But it clearly wasn't going to get any better. And Mistress awaited.

We both headed up stairs. Jay wished me good night. But it was clear what the sleeping arrangements would be: He headed to Mistress's bed. I was off to our daughter's chambers.

I didn't stay awake long, but rose early the next morning, settling into the morning papers over coffee. At some point Mistress came downstairs to give me a good morning kiss.

"No sex last night slave.... but I have a feeling there will be some this morning. "

She padded back upstairs.  And sure enough,  within about ten minutes I could hear the tell tale sounds of some rather athletic sex. The rhythmic force of Jay pumping into Mistress that literally rattled the floor boards above me. And the sound of Mistress's guttural moans of passion in response.

I guess what I was hearing was proof of the old adage that "variety is the spice of life".  Our own love making style is considerably more tender and hushed. It's good that Mistress has found a lover who can unleash that beast in her, isn't it?

The storm and fury of their couplings did not last much longer.  It was a work day after all. So soon Mistress was downstairs asking me to brew her lover some coffee, which I dutifully prepared. She decided to serve the coffee myself, sparing (or denying?) her slave the servile task of rewarding a fellow who had just so royally fucked his wife in their marital bed.

Slave showered downstairs, but once again had to retrieve his work clothes and other belongings from the room where a still naked Jay was lounging in bed, sipping my coffee.

"Great coffee, Mick".

I averted my eyes, retrieved my socks and undies and belt, and slinked off, after sharing some details about the morning's news coverage of the previous night's drama in Cleveland.

Just another day in cuckold-land.

On Thursday morning, Slave left before Jay.  I did wonder what might happen after I left. But Mistress later confirmed it wasn't much.

"I had work to do, Slave...."

That evening it was another late night, with my daughter and son-in-law over for dinner and watching the Donald's 78 minute rant with me. So Slave had another unscheduled abstinence day.

But Mistress did allow me to worship her very tender clean shaven folds, and also filled me in a little on Thursday morning's action.

"He used the hitachi on me slave.... then there was more of that athletic fucking with him standing at the side of the bed".

"Sounded like lots of cums, Mistress...."

"Exactly....."

Poor Mistress. It will be just the two of us for the next two weeks. Unless she catches the eye of some mountain man or cowboy.

Slave Comes Home to Mistress and Her Lover

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Cuckold Week in River City?

Before we move on from Sunday night's sleepover, let me fill in the blanks where I left off yesterday morning....me sipping coffee while Jay and Mistress slept in in the master bedroom.

I had adjourned from kitchen to living room, and was reading the paper at around 7 am. There were footsteps in the stairs behind me. Was it Jay slinking off as the sun rose? No it was Mistress, completely nakers, giving her husband a good morning kiss.

"I figured you'd be up slave.....wanted to say hello before going back to bed for a little more sex with Jay."  And sure enough, she quickly crept back up the stairs. It wasn't long before slave could detect the tell tale sounds of murmured passions above me.

The always tricky part about a cuckold sleepover is how to arrange the dance of getting ready for work the next morning. Where do you shower?  And what if you forget to make sure you have all the clothing and stuff you need to get ready for work?  Clearly, Slave's pre-planning was less than ideal.

When Mistress came back down stairs (and up for air) at around 7:45 am, it was time for slave to get rolling. At her request, I prepared Jay a cup of Cafe au' lait, which Mistress walked up to him.  To avoid overcrowding the master bathroom, I showered downstairs. But there was still the issue of retrieving some clean undies and socks from my dresser, which stands right across from the marital bed.

SO my "walk of shame" if you want to call it that, was slinking into our bedroom, wrapped in a towel. Mistress was sittling at her dressing table, reviewing some work emails on her laptop.  Jay was still lounging in bed, clearly naked,  sipping the coffee I had prepared for him, reviewing emails on his phone, and exchanging typical post sex, early morning small talk with Mistress. It was as if I was the intruder into their relationship.

I  obsequiously tried to obtain my things from my dresser, and select some pants and shirt from our closet while sharing a few tidbits from my early morning perusal of the political news, then slinked off again to dress across the hall, so as not to be too intrusive on the two lovebirds and their post-coital bliss.

But every good work day morning comes to an end. Mistress had some work to do and calls scheduled, and she was pretty stern with both her men.

"You both need to get dressed and get going.... I have work to do here!"

By 8:15 or so she was shooing us both out the door, with Jay moving his car first to let me out.

We had some witty exchanges at Mistress's expense as she stood at the door, now back in her nightie, to see us on our way.

"Jay, do you think she has  a couple of more guys showing up at 9?"

"Hmm.....you may be right Mick."

So that was our morning.  But wait, there's more....

When I got home last evening, both of us were pretty exhausted from the night before. There was a little pre-dinner nap, then some worship.  But slave was clearly on lock down for the evening.

"I'm sure you're horny slave, but my body is spent....you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

I took the news in good spirits. Truth to tell, I was pretty tired too. And Mistress needed time to rejuvinate after all that "raucous" sex.

"I can't believe you slept through all that noise, slave...."

It was my one regret for the evening. But Mistress gave me a brief outline of what I missed.

"We were both a little buzzed, so I don't remember it all.... "

She recounted some cock sucking,  Jay tasting her clean shaven folds, and more of that sex with Mistress on the side of the bed and Jay standing as he pumped into her.

But then she mentioned her plans for today....

"Jay's coming over this afternoon, slave.....hope you don't mind."

Fortunately, he's not one of those cuckolders who puts his lady on quarantine before they get together. Otherwise I'd be looking at another abstinence day.

"And he wants me to sleep over at his house Thursday night".

Jay's son is away this week, so there is that freedom to take advantage of before Mistress and slave head off to our SW hideaway on Friday.

I guess it's cuckold week here in River City.

Sleepover Sunday

Slave is  drinking his morning coffee, watching the RNC warm-up coverage. It's the  sort of thing I do every morning before Mistress completes her beauty rest.

The big difference is that slave slept in our daughter's room last night, while Mistress's lover Jay joined her in the mistress bedroom and our marital bed.

Our Sunday started normal enough for a birthday celebration. Some furtive wake-up sex, which would be slave's last of the day. Mistress took advantage of national ice cream day by enjoying an impressive Birthday Sundae with our daughter and her boyfriend at the local ice cream parlor, just a short walk up the street. Then there was sunbathing time at the pool before we hauled daughter and boyfriend off to the airport.

That's when the kinkier fun began for Mistress's special day.

"when is jay coming, Mistress?"

"I told him at 6, slave, but he's always a little late."

I did some prep in the kitchen. Mistress's requested menu was mushroom risotto and BBQed salmon. So there was some slicing and marinating to do to make sure the meal was ready to cook when Mistress gave me the sign.

Jay arrived around 6:30 pm, knocking then letting himself in, and bearing a bottle of red to share and some fudge as a gift for Mistress and her legendary sweet tooth.

We adjourned to the garden for some adult beverages, chatting about the political wars, Mistress's Africa trip, favorite TV series and the Dowager Domme's lizard shoes. Anyone popping into our conversation would have perceived a couple and a male pal spending a quiet summer evening together.

At some point Slave shifted into chef mode, trying my best to time the completion of the grilled salmon with the stirring of the bubbling risotto. Mistress and Jay stayed in the garden, continuing the conversation.

Fortunately, my juggling worked, and the meal came together, earning praise from both Mistress and her lover.

By the time the sun set over our little secret garden,  the party of three was sated (at least when it came to food and drink). Mistress, with a twinkle in her eye, was the first to ask "so what's next, gentlemen?"

It was clear that Mistress was ready to bed our guest. Jay is always a little sheepish about sleeping with another guy's wife -- at least when he's present and part of the conversation.  To that extent, he's hardly your typical cuckolder. But he showed no reluctance in spending the night.  Mistress rolled her eyes when he facetiously suggested that he could "sleep on the couch".

The table was cleared, and slave was tending to the dishes and sticky risotto pot as Mistress took Jay's hand and led him up to her/our bedroom.

By the time I polished off the clean-up detail and climbed the stairs myself, Mistress appeared in the hall outside my assigned sleeping quarters in one of those sexy and revealing black nightie's I had gifted her  for some V-Day or Christmas past.

She looked quite fetching as she gave me a deep and lasting kiss.  When she broke the kiss, she gave me some parting instructions.

"So slave, remember no touching... you'll just have to wait until tomorrow night."

It sounds like she has some plans for Jay this morning too.  And not just sleeping in.

I settled into bed with the Sunday paper, but the accumulated eating and drinking of the night was quickly taking it's tole. I must have quickly nodded off.

The next thing I remember is Mistress hovering over me.

"I'm heading down for some water slave....just checking on you....did you hear all that raucous sex?"

Oops.  I must have slept right through all those late night sounds of passion.

Bummer.

I guess I'll have to get her after action report later today.

A Special Cuckold Birthday and Anniversary Celebration

The empty nest was not so empty here this weekend.  Our older daughter arrived Thursday evening with her boyfriend for a weekend visit. She's been living in the southland with him these last few months, sort of playing house, and enjoying the challenge of launching life after college.

Mistress was especially glad to have her around, and the Dowager Domme was also lurking, wanting time with her first grand daughter. So there was a large family dinner here Friday night, and other socializing crowding our schedules. It also meant that our wake-up love making was more furtive than usual, with both Mistress and slave required to stifle the sounds of passion so as not to disturb the little love birds nesting across the hall.

But tonight things will be quite different. It's Mistress birthday and our 23rd Anniversary. And our daughter's flight is at 4 pm. After we drip her off at the airport, we'll be returning here for a special birthday / anniversary dinner for three. Mistress's lover Jay will be joining us for dinner and "what not" afterwards.

Slave's planning a meal that Mistress requested: Mushroom risotto and grilled salmon. Weather should allow dining in our secret garden. Wine is chilling already.

And after dinner?

"Jay's say's he may stay the night, slave....."

What better birthday / anniversary treat for a hot wife than a special guest appearance from her alpha lover.

Slave better get his own shot in this morning, before our guests wake up, because I have a feeling I will be sleeping alone tonight.

Caged Cuckold Wednesday

I suppose I need a "cuckold calendar" like Terri keeps to stay on top of Mistress's plans. On Wednesday morning she reminded me of something that somehow I had missed on Tuesday:

"Slave, I'll be heading over to Jay's house around noon today....so shouldn't you be wearing your cage today?"

Oops.  I guess I wasn't paying close enough attention to Mistress's scheduling disclosures, altho she may have soft-pedaled it.

"Well I do have a doctor's appointment, Mistress...."

I suppose I was hoping for a cage reprieve.

"Oh really?  What sort of doctor's appointment, slave?"

"Opthamologist....my primary care md said it was time for an eye exam...."

Mistress gave me a scoffing snicker.

"I don't think you'll be stripping down to your undies for an eye exam, slave...."

"I suppose you've got me, Mistress....."

So after our wake-up sex, Slave scrunched and squeezed my "junk" into that little steel ring, and let Mistress close the lock on my cage for the duration of the day.

I was then off to work, and Mistress was off for a morning bike ride, preping for her afternoon at Jay's little bungalow in the hills outside of town.

We touched base as Mistress headed to her lover's house, around noon. It wasn't until about 3:15 pm that she came up for air and I heard from her again.

"How's the cage, slave?"

She was teasing me.... with a smug and satisfied sound in her voice. Or was I just imagining that?

"Tight, Mistress...."

And it was just tad tighter, as I heard her voice and her tease.

"How was it, Mistress?"

"Hot slave.... very athletic. Jay says we're back to 'porn sex'.   I'll give you a full report later....."

And of course she did, as I knelt before her later that afternoon, dining out at the juncture of those muscular thighs.

"It seemed to go on very long, slave....he said he could do it for three hours, but I wasn't sure I could handle all of that action much longer....."

"What happened, Mistress?"

"Hmmmm..... lot's of cock sucking and cock riding. And him doing what your doing now.....and more of him standing while my legs were up at  the side of the bed.....I think I'm way too tender to have sex with you now.... sorry....."

"Not a problem, Mistress....."

I went back to savoring the fruits of her afternoon, soothing her into one more of what surely was a collection of cums for the day.

But I'm hopeful she's feeling up to it this morning.

Molly and mick's TV Reviews: The Girlfriend Experience

On a quiet night at home, Mistress and Slave are wont to cook up some comfort food and settle before our modestly sized flat screen and consume the TV series de jour. We usually only spend about 90 minutes. Sometimes less.  But there are so many quality shows on these days (we lean to ones we can watch without commercial interruption) that we always seem to have a backlog of shows that pique our interest. We've already worked our way through the two O.J Simpson series, which are definitely worth viewing.

This week we've dipped into the Girlfriend Experience, a series that was on STARZ earlier this year. It focuses on a nubile young law student with commitment issues who decides to supplement her income and pay off those burdensome student loans by becoming a high priced "escort". She's the  type that has no qualms about going all the way, "bareback blow jobs", and (a euphemism Mistress was surprised I had never heard before) "dining at the Y". Here's the trailer for this year's season 1.

Suffice it to say that the storyline is a tad incredible. We can't figure out how this fetching young woman has the time or energy to attend 2nd year law classes, study, hold down an internship at a high end Chicago law firm, fuck her way around the loop with a variety of older "johns" and also cavort with her boss at the law firm. Ah, to be 24 again!

But there is ample cock riding, and many shots of the lovely leading lady in various states of undress in high end lingerie. Not much kink yet, but a few shots exploit slave's tights fetish. It's just the sort of frothy, light weight summer  entertainment that Mistress and slave find appealing.

But here's the ultimate test of hotness: Mistress was lounging next to me on the couch, the sexy nightie she donned at the end of her work day barely covering those fetching clean shaven folds.

Actually not covering them all.

That look can be a little distracting to slave, sometimes causing me to multi-task. So it was no surprise that my fingers soon found themselves fiddling with Mistress wantonly exposed lady parts as "Ashley" mounted yet another cock on the screen.

The surprise was that Mistress came in about 15 seconds after I so boldly assaulted her.

"Wow... what was that about Mistress...."

"I don't know, slave....it had been since this morning.... and the show is kind of hot, isn't it?"

So based on that review, the GFE gets two thumbs (and one throbbing cock) up.

Slave Stands Corrected

As I worshiped Mistress yesterday morning, she read through the blog, gave a little snicker, then put down my laptop and focused on my attentive tongue.

Once she was satisfied, slave was allowed to mount her and take his own pleasure in a very traditional way, but quite fulfilling nonetheless. Of course, I asked and was given permission to cum.

When the dust settled I asked Mistress if she liked the illustration in the blog.

"Very hot slave....but you got it wrong...."

"How so, Mistress?"

"When we do it with him standing, I'm on my back, legs up.... not on my tummy....."

Hmmmm..... I had gotten it wrong.... So in the interests of journalistic accuracy, count today's entry as a correction of yesterday's mistake. It must have been more like this, though I suspect the knees might be bent, not vertical:


Or maybe like this, except reverse the gender:

Mistress's Thursday Morning Double Header

When slave took advantage of his Thursday morning wake-up sex privileges I had a vague recollection that Mistress might be going to visit her lover Jay later in the morning. She mentioned it as an aside the evening before, but without any clear indication that her visit would be any more than a "social call" - two friends who had not seen each other in several weeks, with some catching up to do.

And even if Mistress and Jay clearly had some "hanky panky" on the agenda, Jay has never been the type of cuckolder who gave directions limiting Mistress's sexual activities before one of their "dates".  Maybe there is a little sub in Jay's psychic make-up, because he's never had a problem with "sloppy seconds".

Mistress called me on her way over to her lover's cottage in the hills outside of town.

"I'm on my way over to see Jay, slave....."

"Oh. I forgot.  Anything on the agenda, Mistress?"

"Not sure.  I guess what will happen will happen, slave.....stay tuned."

You can bet I was, though Mistress had been permissive, not requiring her slave to wear his cage.

I had a lunch meeting myself, and it wasn't until about 1:30 pm that I heard again from Mistress. She called as she was leaving Jay's planning to meet him at Orangeleaf for some after action yogurt. (Healthier than a post-orgasmic cigarette!).

"So how did it go, Mistress?"

"Some very raucous sex, slave....I will fill you in at home tonight...."

Of course, this piqued slave's curiosity. I actually left work a little early, to discover Mistress in our bed. A nap must have been in order after her late morning exertions.

Mistress allowed her slave to taste and soothe her clean shaven folds.  It's always interesting to see if my taste buds pick up the disparate flavors of another lover mingling with Mistress's musky, addictive juices.

"Can you tell I've been busy slave.... "

"definitely some alien flavors down there Mistress...."

Clearly fatigued, Mistress provided only a brief after action report.

"When I got there we just talked for a while, slave.....then he took me into the bedroom and undressed me."

"And what happened next, Mistress?"

"Some cock riding slave....and his favorite .....taking me from behind as I bent over the bed.  It was pretty physical slave....he said it was just like old times....."

I imagined things unfolding as depicted in this helpful illustration:


Clearly Jay had some pent up demand.

Not surprisingly, after her Thursday morning double header, Mistress was in no mood to indulge her slave after a bonus cum resulting from my brief and fruitful worship.

But she is resilient. I suspect she will be more than welcoming this morning.

Back Into Our Groove

After two weeks with Mistress away, it was almost like starting from scratch when it comes to the restoration of conjugal routines. So there has been a certain amount of retraining for slave when it comes to satisfying Mistress's needs and desires here.

She seems to have finally overcome some of the digestive issues that dogged her on her return from Africa, but even that didn't stop our daily sexual routines of evening worship and morning wake-up sex.

And what about extracurricular activities?

"I may try to go over and see Jay on Thursday, slave....."

Hmmm.  I'm sure Jay has been missing his married lady nookie. There may be more to report on this subject tomorrow, for all of you cuckold afficianados.

On another subject....

Yesterday Terri asked whether the Dowager Domme had actually seen that snapchat shot of slave's "equipment" locked in his cage when she was looking over Mistress's shoulder in their rustic tent in Kenya.  I had asked the same question to Mistress but her answer had no real assurance.

"The jury remains out on that one, slave. She clearly was in visual range of my screen when your photo popped up.  Whether she actually saw and understood what she was looking at, I have no idea.  She didn't ask me about it."

So I guess the next time I see the Dowager Domme, I will have in the back of my mind the notion that she may be eyeing my crotch and wondering "is he or isn't he."

Yikes.

Independence is Overrated.

Just in time for the celebration of our nation's independence, Mistress has finally returned from her long, arduous African adventure. And just in time....Slave was getting tired of his independence!

She was a little under the weather.... she must have swallowed some of that nasty, bacteria clogged local water..... but she was all in one piece.  I've been trying to nurse her back to health.

She did come bearing  some tasteful gifts, and a rather kinky flogger made of zebra hair that should be interesting to deploy.  And pictures of all sorts of wildlife and native life.

As for sexual hijinks....

"There was this guide we spent the last week with slave. Named David.  A few years younger than you. Half Anglo. Half Kenyan. He knew all the local history from years as a guide. I could tell he liked me, and there was some flirting going on but, well... with my mother and sister hovering around and always checking on my whereabouts, it was hard to find any opportunities to get in trouble...."

For shame.  That would have certainly added to the adventure, wouldn't it?

As for our own resumption of conjugal rituals, it was a little dicey at first.  Mistress needed to overcome some intestinal distress and exhaustion from all those hours on planes and in airports.

We showered together after returning from the airport on Saturday night, and Mistress confirmed that her clean shaven folds had "gone to seed' a bit in the bush.  She quickly solved that problem.

On that first night home, slave was happy to settle for some worship  to get back into the groove. After more than 14 nights alone, the musky flavors of her natural juices were a very satisfying treat. No need to OD!

Sunday morning, after a long night's sleep following her 36 hour journey home, Mistress was rested and ready. She rode my cock to a couple of cums, before allowing her slave to take his own much deferred pleasure.

All that self-abuse while she was gone was hardly a substitute for the real thing, and I had to aplogize for the hair trigger once I was turned loose.

"That was a little embarrassing Mistress.... cumming so fast for you."

"Oh slave.... it was kind of cute. I could tell you missed me."

That's for sure.