The WC's Version.....

Mistress and slave are hunkered down for the night in the flat lands of Kansas, after a morning / afternoon slogging up the West Spanish Peak in Southern Colorado.  Fortunately, we had some efficient but very satisfying wake up sex at a funky B&B this morning before hitting the trail.  Mistress was inspired by the WC's contribution to our blog as I showered her clean shaven folds with my skilled attention.

Mistress was a little tired once we got back in the car and began our drive east, and as she napped I took this shot of her well exercised gams.  Nice!  If a tad distracting for her poor chauffeur.   

Now, onto the WC's version of how things went down at our HDH earlier this week:

Well fellow UCTMW readers 

My wife Lucy (the woman formerly know by a letter of the alphabet never to be mentioned again)  and I finally visited Mick and Molly in their high desert hide a way

We had a great time and of course they were very gracious hosts

After a very pleasant drive we arrived at their HDH 

 Mick met us in their dirt drive way and helped us cary our bags in

The lady of the house was waiting demurely inside

After introductions we retired to one of their patios for cocktails and conversation

We all got along well and were relaxing in the late afternoon sunset

Mick made a very tasty salmon dinner

After dinner my wife Lucy was tired from her travels and retired to the guest chamber

Molly emerged from the master suite in a cute little night gown (with panties on)

That problem was soon rectified!

As Mick related a fun night of sexual high jinks ensued 

I will write more later but of special prurient interest to you all I will share a couple of sexual details I found particularly hot

They lady of the house was lead by her hand into her living room only to be stripped bare naked and have her bottom soundly spanked

With Lucy and Mick listening carefully from the patio..

Then her cheeks were spread and an Aneros was inserted right up her pretty little bottom

This is usually a toy for men 

But trust me it works very well on a ladies bottom as well!

The aneros has a little curly handle that is handy to grasp between your fingers and wiggle the aneros inside her bottom

I was earnestly engaged in just such an activity when (much to my surprise) Molly suddenly had an anal orgasm! 

Very fucking hot my friends!

Another very fun time was had on our last morning there

Lucy and I were lying in bed when I awoke with a needy erection 

I told Lucy that I was going to summon Molly to our room naked

Via Text!

Lucy was skeptical of this unusual plan of mine

I texted " come to our room naked"

Sure enough Molly soon appeared in a nighty hardly worthy of the name

I had her remove that at once!

Lucy excused herself to the ladies room

I had Molly "assume the position"

On her knees and elbows with her beautiful little bottom high in the air and spread wide open

Completely exposed and facing the door

As planed this was the sight that greeted Lucy as she returned!

Lucy just shook her head at my antics and said in a protective womanly way

Don't you dare hurt her

You see Lucy can be pretty dommy even with me

Molly looked over her shoulder and assured her that she was in no danger! 

Lucy then adjourned to the living room with Mick

I don't really know what happened there but I'm sure Lucy was firmly in charge of the situation!

Well enough for now but rest assured that Mick and Molly are great hosts!

WC and Lucy (the woman formerly referred to by a letter of the alphabet never to be mentioned again)

Too funny Mick

Morning Room Service

The sun is setting on our High Desert summer today. We are packing up, heading to CO for one more "training" climb, then hitting the road for River City.  In a week we will be winging it to the Dark Continent for our big trek to the roof of Africa. But there's a lot to get done before then.

As much as we look forward to our adventure, it's going to be hard to leave our little chunk of paradise behind, knowing it may be some months before we get back to our HDH.

Yesterday was a "back to routine" day, as the dust settled from the departure of our guests. There was the traditional "wake up sex", a long hike on a misty and unusually cloudy day up in the nearby mountains, a late afternoon nap, then music last night at a local watering hole.

But before we get back into the normal rhythms of life, let's cover what happened here Wednesday morning before the WC and Lucy headed home.

Perpetually stuck on east coast time, Mistress and slave were up earlier than our two guests. We took full advantage in the absence of another "orgasm embargo" before the WC and Lucy awoke. After the sexual dust settled, slave made some coffee and was reviewing the latest news about wall building and impending government shutdowns when Mistress came to me with a "shocked, shocked" look on her face.

"Mike texted me. He wants me to go into their bedroom naked, slave......"

With a smile, I suggested that maybe she'd better follow his order, pronto.

Mistress was in a very revealing black nightie. He left nipple was perky and poking out. Her lack of panties was also obvious. So losing the nightie would hardly compromise her modesty. But she has "standards".

"I'm not taking this off, slave."

But it was clear she was otherwise going to comply with his "command performance" request. And I suspected Mike would make short work of what remained of her skimpy coverings.  But what about Lucy? Would she be staying in bed with the two of them?

Mistress disappeared into our guest room. I could hear some murmuring, and some male and female laughter. But within moments,  Lucy appeared beside me in the kitchen, where I was futzing with the coffee cups and additives.

She was still in her nightie, which was not quite as revealing as Mistress's,  but was short and skimpy in its own way. Unlike Mistress her nightwear seemed to include undies.

I poured her coffee, and we scrupulously avoided the subject of what our respective spouses were doing in the  guest room, from whence, by now, the sounds of hand slapping ass were emanating, accompanied by squeals of pain / delight from Molly.

She was clearly getting her morning's  second round of sexual attention, and it was only 9 am.

As for me, I attempted to distract Lucy (and myself) with an oral summary of our President's Phoenix rant,  based on overnight newspaper reports. She noticed my computer sitting on the kitchen counter, and suggested it might be fun to watch Stephen Colbert's monologue from the night before. It turns out we both have the same early morning viewing habits.

But apparently Colbert took this week off. Instead we settled onto our couch and turned on the prior night's Daily Show. Sitting side by side, watching Trevor Noah's comic take on the day's news, I returned to her feet, massaging one, then the other as if this had now become routine.  I even got as far as her knee, which she reported as tender from some recent exercise.

Lucy seemed pleased with my handiwork, which retained a chaste air throughout as we sat there sharing  comments on the topical comedy even as our spouses were focused on their own more sensual fun. ( I might add that I would have been happy to  provide more intimate services to Lucy. Maybe I should have volunteered. But Slave is a tad bashful on such matters, and I can't say that I was getting signals that such service would be welcomed. Who knows? Maybe next time?)

Not long after the show ended, Mistress and Mike came up for air, and joined us in the kitchen where slave was brewing another pot o' joe. Mike seemed very pleased with his pre-breakfast treat.

"Now that's room service, Mick."

"It gave new meaning to the term 'sexting'".

We drank more coffee, and soon were walking down to our little village for Breakfast Burritos at a local Cantina. Once breakfast was over, Mike and Lucy were headed back north.

Once they were gone, I had to ask Mistress what happened while Lucy and I were watching Trevor.

"Some spanking. And the butt plug again, slave...."

"More orgasms?"

"At least five, slave..... I lost count."

Poor Mistress.  No wonder she needed that mid-day siesta in the sun.

You Can Leave Your Turquoise On

Our WC and his long suffering wife Lucy (the wife formerly known by a letter of the alphabet not to be mentioned again) are safely back in their home in the Mile High City. Here at the UCTMW HDH, Mistress's overtaxed but resiliently alluring body was due for some rest, which, as the photo shows, was on our afternoon agenda yesterday after our guests departed.

But before we move on, I suspect some of our readers are wondering....  WTF happened that left Mistress ridden hard and put up wet?

Let's pick up where we left off.....

Tuesday started with some enthusiastic wake up sex in Mistress's executive suite, as Mike and Lucy slept in. Fortunately for me, Mike had not imposed another "orgasm embargo". Then there was coffee, breakfast around our picnic table on the patio, and a trip into our quaint little town for some  shopping, a museum, and nachos.  By 2 pm we were back home, sitting on our front porch, enjoying a glass of wine.

That's when things got a little kinky.

Mike not so subtly steered the conversation in the direction of corporal punishment. Which led to....

"I promised Molly a good spanking last night.  Now seems as good a time as any, doesn't it?

None of the rest of us had a good argument against Mike's proposal. He reached for Molly's hand, helped her up from her seat, and pulled her with him through the porch door into our living room.

"You two can watch if you want", he said as the two love birds disappeared into the shadows of our Hideaway. 

Lucy just rolled her eyes at her hubby's hijinks. 

"Gee, thanks, Mike. But I think we will just stay here......"

And although I was certainly curious about how Mike might execute his plan to "punish" Mistress, I figured it would be rude to leave his better half to her own devices.

Soon there were the sounds of  giggling and the slap of something firm on naked flesh. A hand? A  paddle? Distracting, sure.  But slave tried to ignore it, offering Lucy a tour of our next door neighbor's lush flower garden.  It was a pleasant way to give Mike and Molly a bit of privacy as they fulfilled some pent up demand.  Fortunately, Lucy seemed diverted by the neighbor's yard. She has a keen horticultural eye.

Garden tour completed, we returned to  our front porch.  The sounds of silence were now emanated from our living room.  We stuck our heads inside.  No one.  Lucy was curious about the whereabouts of our spouses, and stepped inside, poking her head into our open bedroom door,  She returned to the porch, reporting back.

"They're in your bedroom.... messing around", she reported, without providing any more details. Her  tone was "boys (and girls) will be boys (and girls)", a  bemused resignation to her husband's kinky proclivities in her voice. Hardly shocked, and not really disapproving.

We settled side by side on a cozy wicker love seat, facing the big sky horizon to the West, sun squinting through gathering clouds that suggested an oncoming late afternoon thunderstorm.

So how should a devoted slave entertain a lovely lady while her husband is "fooling around" with my Mistress?

"Mike says you enjoy a good foot rub....."

She eyed me, raised an eyebrow. 

"I do, but he isn't patient enough to do a very good job.  Too easily distracted."

"Well maybe I can take a shot....."

She seemed agreeable, extending a leg onto my lap.

I proceeded to rub and massage her feet, first one, then the other, for about 30 minutes.  Lucy was very directive about what worked and what didn't and what I was missing. Toes. Heels. That little spot at her ankle that provoked some oohs, ahhhs and little squirms of delight. we chatted about work and kids as I applied my fingers to the assigned task. I been worked my way up to her calf. 

It was a productive way to pass the time until Mike and Molly emerged from their "private time".

Well first Mike appeared, looking into the little door to our living room.

"Get out here.....don't be shy......"

Molly soon emerged, very reluctantly, Mike pulling her by the hand.

But for the vivid Turquoise necklace and bracelet, she was completely naked.  

Fortunately, there is a fence that (for the most part) shields our porch from passing traffic. And the neighbors were away. So where's the harm in displaying a naked recently paddled lady in such a way?

Lucy seemed unfazed, retaining that inscrutable poker face.    

"She is lovely.... so cute......", she complemented.

 Mistress stood there on display, giggling, blushing. Mike  retained a firm grip on her elbow to prevent her from bolting to shelter, Lucy launched a frank discussion on the merits and demerits of  "clean shaven folds".   Lucy clearly prefers the more "womanly" carpeted look. (I couldn't tell if she preferred a "shag" or a more tightly woven carpet, but my curiosity certainly was piqued). Lucy expressed well considered views about the male obsession with the "little girl" look, and made some strong points.  I countered about the benefits of clean shaven folds for those of us who spend a lot of time with their head betwixt their lover's thighs.... Clearly both sides of the argument have merit.

As our mini-debate unfolded, Mistress continued to stand there. Blushing. Naked. fidgeting. On display for our continued inspection. And Lucy's feet remained on my lap, my fingers continuing to work her arches.

It was all very sexy, if a little sadistic too. 

After further discussion, it was decided it was time for a little pre-dinner nap and a showers all around. Mistress and slave retired to the Executive Suite, and our guests returned to the guest room.

Mistress then gave me a brief report on how things had gone.

"Well there was the spanking..... he used this leather strap.  It hurt some, but not too much......"

What about sex, Mistress?

"Well he used an aneros, on me slave, like yours.....it was hotter than I thought.... there were some orgasms with that, and more spanking.....

"Did he actually fuck you, Mistress?"

"He did slave.....after all this time....he did....."

Mistress seemed more than well satisfied. But did give me the opportunity for some after-action worship. There were definitely some salty remnants to enjoy as she had her final cum of a long and busy afternoon.

I will end this account now. A report on Wednesday morning's activities will follow tomorrow!

Tease and (Semi)Denial

Mistress and slave woke up yesterday morning under the WC's "orgasm embargo". And when I awoke there was even some additional instructions from Mike via text message:

"Make sure you tease her for a long time this morning."

Always a cooperative soul, I did my best to taunt and tease Mistress with my fingers, lips and tongue as she read the blog, always making sure to ease off if it seems she was getting close to her edge.

"That's mean, slave......"

"Only following orders, Mistress....."

But when I acted as if I was done with the teasing and was moving onto another task she surprised me.

"Aren't you going to fuck me, slave....."

"But what about the embargo, Mistress.....?"

"If you're careful I won't cum, slave.....it just doesn't seem fair that you have to be embargoed to."

True, the WC's embargo edict did not mention me. And who was I to turn down to  generous offer. If anything, some good,  but gentile,  fucking would only enhance my mission of tease and denial.

So it was done.

As the day progressed from breakfast, to bike ride, to a marginal eclipse, to a mission to the grocery for some dinner supplies, the tension built.  Were the WC and B actually coming?  So it seemed.  And Mistress was getting a little nervous.

"How do you think this will go, slave?

"Who knows, Mistress...."

As it turned out, things are going well.  Clearly B was a little nervous too, though the two ladies of the manors seemed to have hit it off immediately as we chatted on our porch over beverages.

Slave cooked up some salmon and other fixings and we enjoyed one another company, sharing stories of past exploits.  Mistress even handicapped her various lovers and their prospects for the future.

As dinner concluded, B excused herself for what she described as a brief lay down after a long work and travel day.

As it turned out she was done for the night.

But Mistress and the WC were hardly done.

We retreated to the living room area, where Mistress sat on a couch next to Mike. His hands had trouble keeping to themselves, and were soon wandering up Mistress's firm and tan thighs. (I think she was glad she wore that black thigh draping short dress.

"So you wore panties for me, Molly?"

He couldn't hep but expose. And Mistress seemed to enjoy the attention.

Not long after that, Slave volunteered to go to bed. But after some negotiation, Mistress and Mike took our bedroom, and slave remained in the living room.  Soon there were sounds of delight, and Mistress's moans emanating through thin walls.

At some point they came up for air, and rejoined me in the living room. Mike checked on B.  Mistress updated me on their progress.

"We were just fooling around slave..... no actual sex yet."

While Mistress had sampled the "special occasion cock", and had enjoyed several cums by way of Mike's clever fingers, they were deferring any actual copulation until it was clear that B gave the green light.

At that point I really did go to bed, leaving the two long lost lovebirds on the couch in the living room. Before Mistress joined me in bed, there was another round of hanky panky.  After some chit chat (that I could hear through the wall) went silent, it was replaced by more rustling and moaning from Mistress out on the couch.

When she finally slipped into bed next to me, I got a brief update.

"Mike says to tell you I came another five times, slave....."

Poor Mistress.

Let's see how things develop today.

Mistress On Simmer

If you read our comment section here yesterday, you saw that our WC has imposed a temporary orgasm embargo on the UCTMW household, in anticipation of his arrival with his wife B later this evening.

Fortunately, the news did not arrive here in the remote shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains until mid-morning, long after Mistress and slave had indulged in our Sunday morning sexual rituals. That means Mistress had a couple of final cums before the embargo took effect.  She seemed pleased that slave deployed her favorite power tool, and even asked my permission to cum.  And slave enjoyed the chance to take his pleasure after the power tool was thumbed off.

Mistress took the news of Mike's edict with a certain resigned indignation. At least at first. After a pre-breakfast bike ride, and some languishing on our patio, we took a nap together, but avoided the typical post-nap worship.  Then, before dinner we spent some time on our patio, enjoying the cool damp breeze on an unusually rainy day here in the high desert.

That's when Mistress sounded out in a bit of rebellious fit of pique.

"Mike would never know if we cheat, slave....and had just one before he gets here."

"But Mistress, that would be wrong!"

She looked at me with a certain disgust.

"If you're not co-operating, maybe I'll have to take things into my own hands then....."

But did she?  There was a bit of time yesterday when I was showering and Mistress was resting in bed in her robe, before we went out for dinner.

Only Mistress knows for sure.

Mike, maybe you will have to interrogate her later today to get to the bottom of it. Until then I will do my best to make sure your embargo holds, at least until this evening.

Twi-Night Double Header

Back when I was just a wee slave wannabe, River City's local baseball team often had winning records. They were Big and Machine like as they piled up victories, not like the pathetic teams of the last 20 years or so. Often, as a treat to fans (or maybe to make up for a rain cancellation) the team would play a "double header", with one ticket buying a frugal fan 18 innings or more of major league action.  Action would begin win the afternoon, and end sometime in the late evening.

Of course, those days are long gone. Owners aren't giving away a game that when they can charge their fans an inflated ticket price. And, frankly, with the games growing in length and tedium in recent years, who could actually sit through two games, back-to-back?

But here at the UCTMW HDH yesterday, Mistress and slave rolled back the clock and staged our own twi-night double header. First, there was our traditional wake up sex.  That was spiced a bit by an introductory phone call from the WC.  He texted me early yesterday morning, asking to talk to Mistress "before you have sex....." Hmmm, I thought to myself. Is the WC going to play one of those cards from yesteryear?  Back in the day when he and Mistress has regular phone sex appointments, he would sometimes impose an orgasm embargo on her, ordering her to refrain from any intervening cums so she would be primed and ready for him.  Fortunately, those embargoes never applied to slave!

But it turned out that the WC just wanted to confirm that if things turned torrid when he and B are visiting, she remained game. It was the proper and polite thing to do, and Mistress indicated that she remained "willing", despite the passage of time. Of course, we both also indicated that it was up to B, the person least familiar with this odd dynamic to make the call.  Maybe things will develop in  a kinky direction. Maybe we will just have some vanilla grown up fun over dinners and beverages, with some sight seeing tossed in.  Who knows?

After that call, Mistress and slave exercised their normal sexual yearnings, with some conventional but always hot sex, before heading out on our obligatory Saturday morning errands.  We stocked the larder at the Farmer's Market with all sorts of fresh goodies for the week ahead.

At home, there was a bike ride, and some work for both of us out on our patio before we adjourned to bed for a late afternoon nap.  But when we woke, Mistress was in a feisty mood.

"Fetch my supplies, slave....."

I took that to mean her strap on and its attachment, along with lube.  It had been a while, but slave was ready to take his medicine. I obediently assembled her equipment and placed them on the bed for her.

"What about the riding crop, slave?"

Oops.

I found that protruding from a cowboy boot in our closet, a little dusty but ready for her use.

At her direction, I assumed the desired position.

She laced into me, not too hard, but with sufficient authority to remind me of my place.

"This is because you have us scheduled to be in River City for too long this fall, slave......"

True. It won't be a while until we return. It's not anything to be pleased about, and I probably deserved to take the fall. Both of us are happier out here at our HDH, than amidst the sharper elbows and more demanding family members back in River City.

But my chastisement did not last long. Soon Mistress was mounting her slave, my ass reddened and awaiting her assault. She found her target and was soon reaching a crescendo that had her slave panting and Mistress cumming in a long dramatic moan of delight. Then she collapsed onto me, catching her breath after her successful assault on her slave.

When she recovered, she climbed off me, leaving her harness on the floor for her slave to clean and put away until the next time.  Back in bed, She rolled over onto her back.

"You may fuck me now, slave.... if you're up to it."

Rest assured, her slave was more than up to it. Did that count as extra innings?

It was a very dramatic conclusion to a prolonged day at our little high desert ball yard.

Who's In Charge?

After our early morning sexual rituals on Thursday, Mistress and slave spent the day on our foot, hiking for the 2nd time this summer to the top of New Mexico.  We are in about as good a cardio and endurance shape as we have been in some years, preparing for our leave of absence in early September for a journey to the roof of Africa. As you can see, Mistress's legs are particularly fit and fetching as a result of all this hiking and cycling. Unfortunately, the trail was a little too crowded yesterday for any on mountain oral attention to those fit and fabulous clean shaven folds.

After we got back from the mountain (and showered off all the distilled and crud), we had a long conversation with the WC.  It is getting to sound like he and B really will be coming down to see us on Monday.  We even did a little meal planning, and had a candid conversation about what really might happen when they arrive.

Poor B is the one person who has been out of the loop when it comes to the adventures of Molly, Mick and our Western Correspondent over the years. What will really happen when they show up at our door here at the UCTMW HDH?  We made it clear that it's all up to B. Maybe we just have some pleasant dinners and vanilla tourism activities during their visit. Or maybe more.... it's her call.

The WC must have passed that onto B last night, because when I woke up this morning there was a text message from him on my phone.

"Mick- I told B that you said she would be in charge, She wants you caged when we get there. :)."

My response....

"It shall be done."

Of course, was that smiley face a sign that Mike was only pulling our legs.  Or does B really want me in the cage?  I guess I'd better play it safe and make sure I have the cage on.

Homework Assignment Graded as "Incomplete"

If it's Sunday at the UCTMW HDH (High Desert Hideaway) it's not MTP (Meet the Press).  It's Switch Day!

Slave has been a little too submissive recently when it comes to exercising my switch day privileges. But a "homework assignment" from the WC provided a little inspiration.  He wanted a semi-suspension - Mistress's legs up in the air, exposed for who knows what. ( I certainly had my own ideas).  But the concept was better than the execution.

On Saturday I installed some hooks in our viga beamed ceiling to implement my plan.  There was already some rope on hand in a dresser drawer.  On Sunday morning, Mistress was co-operative. I tied her arms spread to the corners of the bed. Then  I got her left leg up in the desired position.

Looks hot doesn't it?

But the problem was with the right leg.  Mistress broke that ankle more than 20 years ago. It still can get stiff and ouchy for her.  When I got her right leg up into the desired position, it became clear that her ankle had no plan to co-operate. And with all our upcoming hiking, slave decided a little kinky display was hardly worth the risk of permanent damage. I am prepared to pay the price for my "incomplete" homework assignment.

But slave wasn't giving up all together.  Mistress's leg was lowered, but then both were secured to the corners of the bed. A classic spread eagle.

I toyed with my bound prize for a while. Kissing. stroking. Teasing. Taunting. At some point her favorite power tool was deployed to take her close to the edge.  She begged her slave nicely. And of course I buckled, allowing her a cum that had her straining and bucking against her bonds.

After she caught her breath, slave took full advantage of his opportunity.

Later I texted our WC the photo above, and explained why I failed to complete his assignment. He seemed magnanimous about our failure to fulfill his vision. But in response he texted us a few pictures of his own.



Apparently he and B have a collection of toys at their disposal.  Will they be bringing some with them? It got me wondering if there would be some "consequences" for slave's failure to complete that homework assignment.

And now I just remembered something: I was supposed to paddle Mistress for her failure to respond to the WC's texts earlier this week.  Oops!  I guess I need to wait until our next Switch Day!

That would be the day before the WC and B are planning to visit us.  Mistress may have a sore bottom when (and if) they show up.

Company Coming?

Mistress and slave had a lazy Saturday: wake up sex - complete with some robust cockriding by Mistress -, a trip to the local farmer's market where our shopping bag was filled with fresh peaches and tomatoes, and some local honey and pesto, a bike ride, then some lolling around the house before our traditional late afternoon siesta.

Low key, with a pre-dinner appetizer of post-nap worship.

But on the back burner, turning up the heat a tad, was a series of texts that Mistress had with Mike, our Western Correspondent.

If you read us hear over the years, you will recall that Mike and Mistress had a rather torrid cyber and phone sex thing going on for quite some time. We hoped that someday it might tip into an occasional face to face, And there have been talks over the years that Mike might "drop in" for a visit down here, with or without his wife Beth.  We even had lunch once with Mike, up in the Mile High City. But alas...it never came to pass. Ultimately, the phone sex cooled as Mistress found some "face to face" lovers back in River City to spend time with.

But now Mike is threatening to actually come visit again, with Beth in tow.  He has postulated the concept of the two of them "topping", Mistress and slave. Hypothetically, we are game. But how would this work?  It was something we considered yesterday, as Mike texted more specific plans for their visits.

"He says they will arrive next Monday, slave.... and stay for a couple of nights."

"Wow. Maybe it will actually happen....."

"I told him you would text him directions....."

"No problem, Mistress....."

"And he says that Beth likes to have her feet rubbed....."

"Hmmmm...... well certainly I can accommodate that request."

"Should I be wearing my cock cage when they visit, Mistress?"

"I'm not sure slave, I guess we'll have to see what they think about that...."

Of course, how all this will go down (if it goes down) remains to be seen.

Will this just be dinners and sightseeing with Mike and Beth? Or will it escalate?

Will the WC / Molly chemistry still be there?

Will she finally get to inspect and experience the WC's special occasion cock?

What will Molly think about making her slave available to serve another woman?

Who gets the key?

So many questions.  Maybe our readers should weigh in if they have any ideas.

Of course, the tentative schedule could get cancelled once again. No doubt something unexpected could arise. Nuclear war with Korea? A kid emergency? A unanticipated court date? Or maybe a tee time opens up at one of Mike's favorite golf courses.  We remain skeptical until they pull in the driveway. But more than willing to be proven wrong.

In the meantime, Mike gave me a "homework" assignment. And it is switch day.  Stop back  here tomorrow for a full report.

Trail Side Service

Mistress and slave were back on the trail again yesterday, tackling a steep but beautiful trail up to a local peek that topped out at 12,100 ft.  Another 10 miles on our legs and feet had us a little tender and stiff by the end of the day.

But because the trail was off the beaten path, it gave us plenty of privacy. On the way down we took a rest on a fallen tree,  and Mistress must have had an itch that needed to be scratched. After all, it had been nearly 7 hours since wake up sex back at our hideaway.

"This would be a good place for some worship, slave....."

Naturally, her wish was my command.  She slid down her hiking shorts and yellow undies. slave fell to his knees on the soft forest moss and detritus. Lips earnestly were applied to clean shaven folds. It took nor more than a minute or two to deliver the desired results.

"Good job, slave....."

Mission accomplished.

Homework Assignment?

Mistress and slave are "in training". In a few weeks we head to Africa for a trek to it's roof. So we've been putting in some more time on our feet and on our bikes this summer to get our bodies ready for what could be the biggest physical challenge of our lives.  On Monday, we were up early and out onto the mountains for what turned into about a 10 mile hike up to about 12,000 ft.  At the end of the day, our legs and feet were tender, but not as sore as they might have been last summer. So I guess that's progress.  It certainly didn't put a cramp in our daily sexual rituals, including wake-up sex and late afternoon worship.

In the meantime, our WC continues to discuss the possibility of a visit here, his wife in tow, by the end of the month.  The talk of them "topping" us both does sound intriguing. But Mistress remains open but skeptical.

"We've heard this before, slave......"

True.

The WC has had an open invitation going back to the days when he and Mistress had a rather intimate relationship, if limited to phone sex.  But he never took her up on those offers. Have things really changed?  We will see.

To stoke the fire (or the fantasy), the WC even sent us a "homework assignment", via text message to me on Monday:

"I have an assignment for you.  See if you can figure a way to tie Molly up with her legs spread wide open and up in the air. Think gynecologist examination position.  you might need more supplies. If successful text a picture. Naked of course."

Mistress raised her eyebrows at the assignment.  Whether it was curiosity or more skepticism I couldn't tell. But she clearly wasn't volunteering.  But we do have that oft unused "switch day" privilege in our contract, don't we.

I will consider the logistics and see what I can come up with on Sunday, WC.  I do like a challenge.

On The 7th Day, Mistress Rested....

Mistress and slave had a long travel day Saturday, complicated by the typical airline snafus that sent us to Detroit, then SLC before settling us down here our SW hideaway. Mistress crashed as soon as we arrived, still a little worn from her Thursday night cock-palooza with JJ her Alpha lover .

Sunday was set aside for just about nothing. Of course there was some wake up sex, with Mistress enjoying a reunion with the Hitachi parked in our dresser drawer here, along with her slave's less demanding cock.  After a bike ride, it was breakfast and them leisure on the patio.

"I think I'm still tender down there, slave and still catching up on lost sleep."

Soon she had parked her kindle and was rolling over for some supplemental Z's.  It was multi-tasking, as she was also working on those re-emerged tan lines.  Here lush curves were too tempting for me. I snapped this photo, and then texted it to her dominant lover:



slave: Still recovering,

JJ: Mmmm.  tasty!  Any local cock to keep stretching my slut?

slave: Not yet. She may have to settle for me for the time being.

Of course, I haven't let the cat out of the bag to JJ re: the suggestion that our Western Correspondent and his wife might "stop by" for some double domme-ing. But that might serve JJ's interest of keeping Mistress in better and more expansive shape for their next get together. He'll be the first to know of the WC's speculation about a trip south comes true.

The rest of the day went just as restfully for poor, tuckered out Mistress.  More sunning. Then a late afternoon nap as the "monsoon" clouds gathered for a sunset storm.  As a chicken roasted in the over we assembled on our front patio, watching the lightning flash from the distant mountains to the west, across the Rio Grande gorge.  It was then that Mistress gave her slave a slight, but well deserved  rebuke.

"You didn't offer to worship, slave....."

"Oops. I guess I got too busy after our nap, Mistress." (Someone had to put that chicken in the oven!)

But I was prepare to remedy my negligence.

"How about right here, Mistress."

She was already stretched out on the love seat on our front porch, in a colorful blue sun dress that barely covered her clean shaven folds. No undies, of course. What's the point of undies on a lazy Sunday?

"Here, slave?"

True, there was an occasional car driving by.  But with a fence and our distance from the highway, what were the odds that anyone would notice a little pre-sunset oral pleasuring?

Mistress hiked up her robe a tad, spread her legs, and slave got to work.  It wasn't long before Mistress's hips bucked and she uttered a little moan of delight in response to my practiced ministrations.

"Good job, slave."

It's always nice to get a pat on the back for a job well done.

Cuckolding Outtakes....and an Unexpected Offer.

As mentioned yesterday, our encounter on Wednesday night with JJ was a bit of a blur, and a few things came back to us when we compared notes (and gingerly had sex) on Thursday morning.

First, one of our readers asked if there was any spanking involved.  In fact, JJ applied some rather brisk spanks to Mistress's naked ass as she rode his cock, both in the forward and reverse position.

That also reminds me of one mission slave was unable to fulfill.  As JJ directed Mistress into the "reverse cowgirl" position, he told me to get my head in there and lick her clit as she bucked that big cock "bronco". Easier said than done, dear readers. My head is too big, and I would have to rotate my neck like that young lady in the Exorcist to make that work.  Mistress had to settle for my probing finger strumming her little love button, which seemed more than adequate to drive her crazy as she bounced on that thick and long phallus.

Speaking of phallus's, during a break JJ expressed concern that all the progress he's made in stretching his "cum slut's" cunt will be lost during our upcoming travels.

"You may need to get a large dildo that will at least replicate my dimensions to keep her in shape while you are gone."

He also asked about what toys we have available.  I gave him a brief report:

"An Hitachi. Some cuffs, ropes and other bondage items. And of course Mistress's harness....."

He pondered that, presumably for future endeavors.  I would love him to invite me to tie Mistress to our bed for him sometime.  Should I make that offer?  Or wait for him to suggest it?

As for our travels, he made an interesting suggestion about our upcoming return to our SW hideaway.

"Maybe you should get someone to be play my role  our there too?"

Well it's not that we haven't tried.  But Mistress explained that "it's a small town.  Not easy to find someone discretely to play the cuckolder."

But here's  a big surprise. And a coincidence.  Mistress got some on point texts out of the blue yesterday from our Western Correspondent.  He's been following our recent adventures with some interest (and lube, no doubt). He claims he wants to play the exact roll that JJ suggested to us.

"He offered to visit us with Beth, his wife, slave. He claims they've been getting kinkier lately...... He says they might like to top us both....."

I was a  little stunned. After all those years of teasing Mistress with stories and photos of his special occasion cock, would the WC finally play show and tell with Mistress? (Or was the "topping" he suggested simply butterscotch or marshmallow sauce with a cherry on top?)

And what role would Beth play in all this? We had heard stories about her playing a rather strict Domme over the years, but was that reality or fantasy?  Who knew.  But I am certainly prepared to find out.  I gave Mistress a green light (not that she needed my permission).

"Tell him we are game, Mistress."

She tapped away on her screen, and got a prompt response.

"He says make sure to pack your cock cage....."

Hmmm.  Now this could get interesting.

"She's My Cum Slut Now....."

If JJ's objective is to make Mistress crave that big cock of his, he seems to be making significant progress.

Last night he arrived at around 8:30 pm, after a long work day. There was some small talk in the living room, a glass of water for him, and some wine for Mistress and her slave. Her "fashion" choice was de minimis: a short nightie that barely covered her firm and shapely bottom, sans undies.

"What's the point of getting dressed up for him, slave? We all know I'll be naked soon enough.

Before we finished our beverages, Mistress's ample breasts were floating free, and JJ was sucking on perky nipples.

There was a brief discussion of Mistress's clean shaven folds ( a big plus for JJ who is also clean shaven), and confirmation that slave was caged.

"So how often is he in the cage?", he asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, not as often as he probably should be....."

"She is a  very lax, Mistress", I confirmed.

"But he's always in the cage when you're here."

"As he should be.... there's no need for his cock when you've got mine, is there?"

That's a question that needed no answer.

Small talk over, we adjourned to the bedroom. Slave was invited in. What transpired there is a bit of a blur. Slave was a "role player", making sure that Mistress was fully prepared for him, and then taking over with my highly skilled tongue during rest breaks for JJ. At some point, while I was plying her clean shaven folds with my mouth, Mistress was sucking his engorged cock. They both seemed happy with that formula.

I held her hands over her head again as JJ fucked her hard and long, driving Mistress over the brink more than a few times.

While I was not called on to use my mouth on JJ's appendage, I was coaxed to stroke it with my hand during one of our rest periods.

At some point, there was my first chance to watch Mistress ride his cock, front facing first, then the "reverse cowgirl" where I was called onto stroke her clit as she rode him with mucho gusto.  Even more cums ensued.

All through this encounter, JJ provided his own narration.

"She's my cum slut now....."

"I'm stretching out her cunt now, hubby....."

"Once I'm done with her tonight, she's not going to be able to have sex with you for a while, hubby...."

"Do you like your husband watch a real man fuck you?

"Yes, yes, I do", Mistress somehow murmured as he pounded into her.

By around 11 pm Mistress was exhausted, and slave excused himself to our daughter's room so the two lovers could have some privacy.  JJ left early this morning, and I was recalled to Mistress's bed. My cage was still in place, and she granted me the right to spring loose.

Whether JJ was right about her inability to fuck her slave after all that "abuse" has yet to be decided.

Sexual Embargo for the Cuck?

Mistress and slave are looking forward to another encounter with JJ this evening.  He's been working long hours this week, and had to reschedule a planned Tuesday night rendezvous until tonight when he'll have more time.  What we don't know yet is what exactly is on the agenda: dinner first? Dinner after? or simply hanky panky?

Unlike some of Mistress's past lovers, JJ likes to "play" clear headed and on an empty stomach. He foregoes  beverages or full tummies that might impair his focus on Mistress's pleasure.

"He is all business, slave.... which is an interesting reversal from some other folks I can think of....."

Stephen, our Irish reader,  raised the question in a comment of whether JJ might require some type of "exclusivity" from Mistress. I took his question as not relating to whether Mistress would have any additional side dishes, but whether he might impose some sort of sexual embargo or other restrictions  on her having sex with her slave.

So far the subject has not come up.

Last Thursday night, JJ did ask us about the last time we had sex with one another. Mistress confirmed that we had sex that morning, as we typically do. He did not seemed miffed, and gave no directions to the contrary for today.

But as it turns out, it may be an "abstinence day" for slave.  Mistress has an early morning meeting about a 40 minute drive away. And while she offered to have sex with me if I woke her up early, we decided she would benefit more from a little extra sleep,  considering that it could be a late and vigorous night tonight. But that decision did not arise from any sort of "embargo" imposed by JJ to assert his "primacy". Nevertheless, it will give Mistress a bit more of a sexual edge tonight as she takes on JJ's supersized cock.

"Maybe it would do you good to get a break from my cock before you take him on again tomorrow evening, Mistress...."

"That's probably not a bad idea, slave."

That said, there is a certain sexual buzz that arises from the notion of the bull asserting his rights to "first (or only) dibs",   whether by limiting the timing,  frequency or manner of the submissive couple engages in their own sexual couplings without him?   It's a rather torrid of fantasy isn't it? At least for now.

Of course, this pampered house slave is not going to be the one to suggest any new procedures or protocols that might curtail my currently cushy lifestyle.  I'd have to be crazy, right?