A Reclusive Thanksgiving

We hope all of our followers in the USA enjoyed a hearty and happy Thanksgiving.

For our part, this was a chance for us to dodge  the annoying aspects of the mandatory rituals that have encrusted Thanksgiving ---  the forced consumption, the endless loop of irrelevant football games, and, for us, preparing large meals for extended family members who always seem to avoid pitching in to the best of their ability.

With our daughters out of town, and my two older daughters committed to dining with their Mother, our River City  TG day feast would have been a B-list affair in any event. So we took the opportunity to motor 1350 miles west to seek shelter here in our SW hideaway.

We were committed to a hermits holiday, so when some folks here invited us to join them for their holiday meal with a group of friends from Florida, we politely demurred.  The home made pies our potential hostess described were certainly tempting (particularly to Mistress), but we had a nagging suspicion that the dinner time chat would quickly lurch into a heated debate about the merits of our Pussygrabber in Chief. Not good for the digestion, or compatible with our desire for a non-traditional holiday.

Rather than park on the couch, munching "starters", or hunkered down  in front of our laptops to do some early on line holiday shopping, we enjoyed some early morning wake up sex, then headed up to the "Top of New Mexico". With snow unusually sparse so far this season, the trail was open for what turned into a 7 hour "jaunt" up and down our adopted state's highest peak. We had learned a lesson on Kili: slow and steady up the trail. At the 13,400 foot top we had an enjoyable chat with a Seattle couple, new to town, who had also found an excuse to avoid a traditional holiday with family back in on the West Coast.

From the top, Mistress also texted our Kili Guide, aka Mountain Man, with a picture of us celebrating our holiday "conquest". He's down in Patagonia now, readying for that trek to the top of Antarctica. He responded within moments  with a humorous congratulatory text, reporting on some nice weather down under.  Mistress was pleased.

Back at home at around 5 pm, we committed the ultimate TG atrocity: dinner for two with our dumbed down "feast"  whipped up and in the oven in about 15 minutes. With a roast chicken and squash in the oven, it gave us time for a brief recuperative nap to rest stiff and achy legs and feet. 90 minutes later, slave quickly whipped up some low energy sides: Brussel sprouts, canned cranberries, and (the horror) STOVE TOP STUFFING!

After that long hike, and the glow of another gorgeous sunset still fading on the horizon, the meal was every bit as yummy as the full tilt feast we would have taken hours to prepare for surly and ungrateful guests back in River City. And the clean up was a comparative snap, without all those extra wine glasses and plates to jam into the dishwasher, as drunken guests jammed the kitchen but failed to lend a helping hand.

Of course, our mission wasn't accomplished until my particularly yummy desert: the chance to worship Mistress shortly after we retired to our bed.

This could be the start of a new family tradition!

Mountain Man Comes Calling

Mistress and slave have escaped to our SW hideaway for Thanksgiving week. It's been an unusually dry and warm fall here in the high desert. So there will not be any skiing on turkey day. But we do plan on a long hike to work up our appetites  for a mini-feast for two that I plan to prepare.

We've committed the unforgivable family sin: dodging all those TG day rituals involving family members you avoid seeing most of the year, but feel compelled to feed on the holiday. But with our two daughters unavailable, and my older girls  and four grandkids committed to dinner with their mother, it would have definitely been a B-list TG this year at our house. The annoyance to gratification ratio did not work out favorably, even after compensating with a hefty helping of guilt. So here we are....

There's been some gratifying sex with Mistress during our cross-country drive, and here in our little cabin. And last night we had a special guest.....Mistress's long time fantasy mountain man.

He's the guy who led us up Mt. Kilimanjaro in September. But , truth be told, all that exposure to him over two weeks in Tanzania burst the  bubble for Mistress. He's no longer the fantasy fuck, but just a tall, rugged, highly competent but socially awkward guy who spends most of his year doing things most of us can only imagine.

Example: this morning he's headed off to Antarctica to lead a group of four guys who paid $45,000/ head for his services. They are climbing the Vincent Masiff, the biggest mountain on that continent. Think crampons, snow suits and 25 below. It's a trip so dependent on weather that it has a start date but no scheduled return date. He lost me when he described how the twin engined plane they fly in to base camp lands going uphill on a glacier.  Watch out for that cravass!

MM lives here when not on some crazy adventure. Mistress had let MM know we were coming to town for TG. MM responded that we  should try to get together for a beverage before he headed south.  But I was skeptical. Was it one of those "sure, let's get together while you're in town" things?  Back in River City, it's the sort of thing you say without really expecting it to happen.

"My guess is it won't happen, Mistress."

Mistress was doubtful herself, and did not pester MM when we arrived in town. So we were both surprised when her I-phone pinged at about 3:30 yesterday afternoon during our nap time.

"How about I come by at around 5 pm", he said.  Mistress agreed, and soon we were out of bed.

Mistress began dressing and primping, ostensibly because we had  plans to go hear music and then get some pizza that evening. But I had to think that her outfit was going a little beyond Monday night music and pizza. Fortunately, I was able to worship before she wriggled into those black tights and a form fitting black dress, highlighted with some of her alluring SW jewelry.  I was impressed. Was she hoping MM would be equally impressed?

After she was fully regaled in her evening outfit, we settled onto our patio, facing the dramatic sun setting sky.  I snatched a photo of her firm tighted legs and boots for your amusement.


MM arrived at the appointed time, and lingered with us for about 90 minutes.  He sat on our leather couch, next to Mistress.  I was in a chair in front of our fireplace, refilling wine glasses. We reminisced about our trip up the mountain, and the quirky bunch of climbers that had joined us. There also was talk about his adventures on Everest over the years, and Mistress's reading on the subject of that infamous "Into Thin Air" climb.  We even dipped into the burgeoning sexual harassment scandals in media and politics. But I must confess there were no apparent (to me) sparks flying. MM's just not that guy who lusts after a married lady. He seems to save is lust for all those mountains.

In any event, now MM is off to the land way down under. It's totally on Slave  to make sure she is sexually fulfilled through this holiday for two. Hopefully I am up to the challenge.

Cuckold Coffee Service

As anticipated, Mistress had a special guest lover in her bed on Monday night.

I had dinner with my cute grandkids, enjoying a special birthday pie my daughter baked. There was even a candle to blow out, causing lots of giggles from the young ones at the table.

Only a few blocks away, Mistress dined out with Jay in honor of his birthday at a local "bourbon bar" that also serves a limited menu of yummy food. His birthday wish for a little more "private" time with Mistress was fulfilled.

All three of us were home by around 8 pm. We lingered over some refreshments for a while in our living room before Mistress announced "It's time for bed, Jay".

I gave them a little more privacy as they went through those before bed rituals. By the time I climbed the stairs, the doors to our bedroom "suite" were closed, lights were out, and the unmistakable sounds of passion were emanating from inside.

In the morning, slave was up early. Mistress came down at around 7 am or so to give me a "happy birthday" kiss. She indicated that Jay would be leaving soon, and that our bed would be available for some birthday celebrating of our own.

But first there was some coffee to be made for Jay before he headed out to the rest of his day.

I'm not sure he noticed the irony of the coffee cup I sent up to him with Mistress.

Mistress's Birthday Boys.

By some odd stroke of karma, Mistress has two birthdays to celebrate this week. Her lover Jay had his on Saturday.  Her slave's birthday is tomorrow. Could it be that Mistress has a thing for Scorpio's?  Or is it just some strange coincidence?

In any event, it has her engaging in two overlapping celebrations of our mutual aging over three days.

Originally we talked about the three of us going out to dinner together. But Mistress confidentially informed me that Jay had given her a little pushback.

"He actually asked whether I was avoiding spending time with just him, slave."

Mistress does seem to enjoy the attention of two of us in one social engagement. (She also says Jay is "better behaved" when I am around. I'm not sure exactly what that means.) But it sounds like Jay is a little jealous of slave ? Now there is a strange juxtaposition of the cuckold dynamic. So to accommodate Jay's desire for a little more "alone time" with Mistress, she scheduled a separate celebration with her lover.

Last night, she and I had dinner at a new restaurant in River City's thriving hipster neighborhood. It was a romantic evening, that culminated in some avid worship of those delightful clean shaven folds after we slipped into bed with full tummies. When she wakes this morning, I am anticipating some very satisfying Monday morning wake up sex.  What a nice way to kick off the work week!

But tonight  I will be sleeping alone.  Mistress will be dining out with Jay, and presumably he will be spending the night.

"It's kind of sad though slave.  You'll be waking up on your birthday in a bed without me!"

"Don't worry Mistress.  In fact, for a cuck like me, it's kind of hot!"

Friday Night Cuckolding

For the 2nd Friday night in a row, Mistress has had a sleepover with her lover Jay.

I arrived home a little early this time. Mistress was taking a "beauty rest" in our bed, with Jay scheduled to arrive in about an hour.

"He seemed a little annoyed that I put him off until 6 , slave.....I think he liked that we got some late afternoon action last week. But I told him I needed to rest a little."

We agreed that I would go downstairs when Jay arrived, and encourage him  to go upstairs and "discover" my underdressed wife in bed.

At the appointed hour, Jay arrived. I greeted him at the door, and we briefly discussed the possibility that our two alma maters might meet in the NCAA playoffs at the end of the football season. Then I told him the "plan" and handed him a glass of wine for Mistress and a beer for him.

 Jay seemed a little sheepish about the concept of a long interval in bed with her as I waited downstairs.

"We will be down soon, Mick."

"No rush on my part, Jay...."

In any event it was about 30 minutes later that the two lovebirds came downstairs. Jay was fully dressed. Mistress was in a black nightie with some gray silkie panties. It was unclear whether either had been sexually satisfied.

Oddly, Jay was a tad taken aback by Mistress's state of undress.

"Mick, Does she always march around down here like that?"

"Actually, she's overdressed. When it's just me, there are no panties."

Jay seemed surprised.

"Is Mistress developing a case of modesty this late in life?", I asked myself.

After some wine and cheese, we headed out for dinner at a funky old restaurant that had some live bluegrass and blues music on stage. We enjoyed each other's company immensely, like an old married threesome.

By about 9:30 pm we were home again. Jay has an early morning appointment today, so it was "time for bed", according to Mistress.  I was a little tuckered myself (and always curious to listen in), so went to bed myself, in the adjoining "girl's" room.

Would they really go to sleep, or would there be some action?

Turns out they were not that sleepy.

I drifted off before they seemed done. But there were some sustained rhythmic moans from my wife for what seemed like ages.  I lost count of apparent sums.

Jay seemed to be at the top of his game last night. Which means slave will likely have to wait until later today, or tomorrow morning for his own opportunity to get some sexual release.

 Slave is looking forward to the after action report, and some clean-up duty when he leaves later this morning.