Cuckold Meme of the Day

Discrete Public Sex.....Mistress "switches teams".

As the final installment of our discussion of risky sexual behaviors, inspired by Mistress's correspondent back in River City, we flashback to the Clinton era. In those day,  Mistress worked for a large company and often traveled to our nation's capitol and other cities around the country for her job.

That's how she met Kate.  Discussing Kate brings me back to a  picture I've seen  from an elegant evening  event. Kate's standing in a group that included Mistress and several of their associates.  Kate is taller than Mistress (making her around 5'9 or so), slender, long dark hair. Both are in slinky dresses suitable for cocktail hour. Both have long legs, displayed by dresses that end several inches above their knees. And Kate is glancing sideways at Mistress with what can only be described as raw lust in her eyes.  But maybe that's just my imagination?

Nevertheless, let's go back to our recent dialog while laying in bed the other morning as we strolled down sexually naughty memory lane.....

"So what about Kate, Mistress.... wasn't there a scene you once described where she did you with her toes in a restaurant?"

"Hmmmm..... oh yes.... that was a good one."

'Where was that....."

"At a restaurant in DC.... we were both there for some sort of industry dinner....."

This must have been a two night (or more) trip, freeing them up for an intimate dinner for two.

Mistress and Kate first "hooked up" while at another meeting, in Cleveland. Kate was married, just like Mistress at the time.  This was Mistress's first (reported to me) encounter with a woman.  But apparently not Kate's. Somehow things just ....evolved t.... hat evening.

"We were drinking at the hotel bar.  She was clearly flirting with me....and somehow we ended up back in my room..... I remember when we got inside that she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me.... "

"did she undress you Mistress?"

"No.  I undressed myself".

"Why you little vixen!"

"I was a little drunk, slave..... and she was very aggressive.  I guess I just went for it that night...."

They ended up sharing a bed that night, and  things evolved between them from there, with a series of encounters in various cities over several years.

So back to that restaurant in DC.

"So you were having dinner and...."

"And she started teasing me with her foot, running it up my leg..... promoting me with her toes to spread my legs....."

"And you cooperated?"

"Why not..... it was hot....."

I'm not sure why this was important to me, probably my own tights fetish, but I asked....

"Was she wearing hose, Mistress.... or were her legs bare?"

"Hose, slave....."

"And what about you?"

"Naked, slave....."

"Undies?"

"No undies....."

"Really..... why was that?"

"I guess I was being a tease, slave. Sometimes undies just get in the way."

Clearly the two of them knew where things were headed that evening....but Kate decided to start a little early.

"So she began stroking your folds (they weren't clean shaven in those days) with her hose covered toes?"

"exactly slave....."

"Did she make you come that way?"

"What do you think?"

I could imagine Mistress slowly succumbing to Kate's toes, first with some amused resistance, but then, as she persisted, beginning to undulate her hips against Kate's  persistent assault until she gasped with submission and release.  Hot.

"How did you react when you came, Mistress?"

"I was pretty timid about it slave.... we were in public, after all....."

"So what happened afterwards, Mistress....."

"Back to one of our rooms.... there was lots of oral sex that night....."

As their lives and jobs evolved, there were fewer opportunities for the two hotties to get together, and they lost touch.  Bummer.  But at least there are some good (and sexually inspirational) stories from those days to kindle our imaginations.

They are nice to reach back to in these days of social distancing.... thanks to Drew for the inspiration for this stroll down memory lane!

Not So Discrete Public Sex....Down By the River Edition

After she read yesterday's  blog, and before we plunged into our Saturday morning "wake up" sex, Mistress chuckled.

"Ohhh.... a cliffhanger?"

She was referring to my teaser about her encounters with Kate, many years back.  And in case a dozen or so of you are waiting with baited breath to hear that yarn, you are just going to have to wait one more day.

Because yesterday we brought our out door sex adventures into a new decade.

When we woke Saturday,  temperatures had dropped, the wind had picked up, and sun was breaking through high, fluffy clouds. A little too cold for the bike ride we had planned, but plenty nice for a long hike deep into a nearby canyon.

All bundled up, we headed down the trail to the confluence of the Rio Grande and another, less notorious river.  Other locals were out on the trail, keeping their 6 foot distance, but enjoying the outdoors in a way denied to too many of our friends and family back in the east and midwest. We feel for all of you!

At the end of the trail, the river valleys spread out into a camp ground and a maize of rocky game trails along the banks.  There was also a parking lot, for those who chose not to take the 2 mile hike to enjoy the view. So we were hardly alone.

But we were game.

"How about we find a place for some worship, Mistress?  No reason why our adventures have to be in the past tense."

Mistress was intrigued.

"But what about all these people, slave...."

We really didn't see more than 20 all day.  But there were some parked cars in sight.

"Hopefully we can time it right....there's a rock for you to perch on right there", I pointed.

But just as Mistress was ready to succumb to temptation, another car arrived, a family alighted, and plunged into the weeds and rocks only 10 yards or so from us, in search of the river bank. Our  planned debauchery would no longer be so private after all.

"Hmmm..... how about we head in that direction", I pointed, grabbing my back pack and leading Mistress deeper into the maize, crossing a narrow wash,  in search of some privacy and another perch.

We settled on a moss covered rock not far from the shore of a churning tributary.  Mistress slid down her hiking paints and silky black undies, and perched.

"Better get to it slave....."

Mistress spread her legs as far as pants and undies allowed. I knelt, and got to work with lips and tongue, applying the  oral skills acquired from decades of devotion.  I figured it was cold out, and the not unsubstantial risks of discovery might mean that it could take Mistress several minutes to achieve my orgasmic objective.

Boy, was I wrong.

Within what seemed  no more than 30 seconds, Mistress had grabbed my hair,  pulled me deeper into the her folds, shuddered and softly moaned in a way that signaled her release.

(Mistress has never been a 'screamer', at least not with me).

"Wow.  That was fast Mistress....."

As she caught her breath, and pulled up her pants she softly laughed.

"I guess you had me a little wound up already, with all that talk about 'public sex' and what you planned to do slave...."

"So the pump was primed...."

"So it seems... I was pretty wet down there by the time you got to work....."

Apparently this old pampered house slave can still deliver, whether in public or in private.

"Discrete" Public Sex? Cruising Down Memory Lane.

Mistress has been corresponding via email with a "gentleman" from back in River City,  some flirtatious back and forth initiated via her Fetlife profile ("LavenderLarue", if you are interested in checking her out).  Yesterday morning we were lounging in bed, sipping coffee.

(In our "shelter in place mode, we've been doing more than our normal share of "bed lounging". )

As she was scanning her email she let out a little giggle.  

"What's so funny, Mistress".

"My new friend wants to share incidents of "discreet public sex", slave....and  he wants me to go first....."

"Hmmmm..... I can think of a few, what about you?"

"The first one I can think of was in the woods down in Tennessee.... do you remember?"

"You mean when I tied you to that tree and teased you ......"

It was back in 1988 or so. When Mistress and slave were still "dating" (i.e., when we were married to other people.) Somehow we had conspired to take a road trip to Atlanta together.  On the way back we stopped at a quaint lodge deep in the Smokey mountains to wring a little more hot sex into our journey before heading home to our respective spouses.  (This was before those annoying cell phones, which can so quickly foil any attempt to fall off the map with an illicit lover for even a few hours of misbehavior).

After checking in,  we elected to take a hike on a forested trail near the lodge. Slave surprised Mistress (in her pre-Mistress days) with a pocketful of rope, which I used to secure her to a tree not far off the trail. It was a simple tie as I recall, her hands bound behind the tree.  More ropes circling her chest and the trunk. Her ankles were bound with her legs slightly parted, looped around the trunk.

I enjoyed watching her languish for a while, kissing her and stroking her body.  But it wasn't long before  I lowered her hiking shorts and panties just enough to provide access to her neatly groomed folds (this was years before she went to the clean shaven look that I so admire).  Mistress was forced to "suffer" through 2 or 3 shuddering orgasms before I opted to free her.  But I rebound her wrists for the short walk back to our lodge.  Somehow we avoided seeing any other hikers on our little adventure.  But the possibility of discovery made the scene all the hotter.  And I recall fully enjoying Mistress's supple body with her still bound when we returned to our room.

"That was pretty hot, Mistress.  And what about worship up on the peak"?

"Right.....we did that a few times, didn't we....."

Near our SW hideaway is a trail head to the Land of Enchantment's highest peak.  It's an all day and sometimes grueling climb, up to a 13,400 foot summit.  Summers bring variable weather there: we've climbed in heat, dodged lightening bolts, and even encountered snow in July up there. And sometimes the long winding trail can get crowded.

But one summer we arrived at the summit at mid-day in moderate, sunny weather.  There was a small group there enjoying the view, but they began the trek down as we settled down to enjoy lunch at the top of New Mexico.  Lunch finished, we were surprised to discover that we were all alone.  A look down the trail revealed that we would be solo at the top for at least another 15 minutes.

"How about some worship at 13,000 feet Mistress? "

"Why not slave....."  (We were by then  in our current Top/bottom role).

She slid her hiking shorts down to her ankles, and perched on a rock, spreading her long, muscled legs.  Slave got into grovel mode, kneeling  before her and plunging in with avid lips and tongue.  Mistress took her time, grabbing me by the hair and directing my efforts until enjoying a satisfying cum with a very big view.

We've done that a few other summers, sometimes on the way down, when we can find a little privacy.

"I bet he'd like to hear about that one.... but I can think of another public sex act that did not involve me Mistress".

"Oh really?  What was that?"

"How about you and Kate?"

"Hmmmm..... Oh yeah......"

Let's save that one for tomorrow.  Though I can add that all that talk about past sexual adventures led to some very robust wake up sex yesterday morning.  Mistress's new friend gets an "assist"!

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Public Service

Here in the high desert, where we are officially "sheltering in place" under the Governor's order, there is not much we can do to help out in this time of national crisis.  Apparently the best we can do is just stay out of the way so as not to burden the health care system, and offer some support to our far flung kids who are doing the same.

Mistress has been helping out in her way by doing some reporting about social service agencies back in River City for a local (back there) media outlet. Slave is still doing some remote advisory work for his employer back there as well.  But things have pretty much ground to a halt. And somehow we don't think that's going to be resolved by Easter, as someone recently proclaimed.

That's given us some time for lots of exercise, reading, video streaming, sex, and a return to more active blogging, something that had fallen by the way side over the last year or two.

The least we can do is to provide some entertainment and diversion for our readers.  Looking at our stats, there are at least a few hundred of you out there, looking for something to provide a smile, or a fantasy, to help them through a tedious afternoon or night.  And while we have no active cuckolding to titilate you with, we can at least provide some visuals.  Like one of Mistress enjoying some rays yesterday afternoon on bright SW sunshine:

Or maybe one of Mistress in her "lounge ware" watching TV with her slave last night:

Enjoy!

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Sleepover Dinner Guest Gets a Show

Curious about the dinner guest who stopped by on Sunday night?

As mentioned here, we decided to "risk" entertaining our pal Craig for dinner in Saturday night.  Craig is a writer who lives on a dead ski resort about 40 miles to the north where, he says, the snow just keeps falling. With no neighbors to speak of, and his own part time work places shut down until the pandemic passes,

Craig clearly was in need of some human companionship.  And his visit gave us someone to talk to (and for Mistress to flirt a bit with) other than ourselves. A win / win.

We had a pleasant evening together --lots of opining about the world disorder, including Craig's rather exotic conspiracy theories. (Is this really all about oil and petro-dollars?) And Craig entertained us with his stories of work as an extra on TV and movie sets down in ABQ.

We all got a little buzzed, and lingered after dinner in front of our kiva fireplace.  But was there any hanky panky?  Well, I hate to disappoint all of you cuckold wannabes, but NO.  We have placed Craig  firmly in the "friend zone", and he's way too polite to make his own move on another man's wife without a clear invitation.  We've discussed between us whether to escalate the situation, but Mistress just does not feel comfortable with changing the nature of our friendship.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Mistress doesn't press some conventional boundaries.

Like Sunday morning.

We had invited Craig to spend the night, since the long drive back to his winter wonderland is challenging at night, even without a buzz on.

I was up early, then Craig, and I brewed him a cup of coffee as we hashed over the latest ugly COVID-19 news.

An hour or so later, Mistress sauntered into our kitchen, wearing only  her rather skimpy nightie.  I lifted an eyebrow, wondering if she had bothered to slide into some panties in consideration of our guest.  Mistress never wears panties to bed.

"I hope you don't mind me dressed like this, Craig.  But it's early".

She was flashing lots of legs and cleavage.

(Of course, Mistress must have intentionally ignored the fluffy robe hanging on the back of the bed room door).

"Heck no.  I don't get to see many women, dressed or underdressed, up on the mountain."

At some point, as she prepared us some scrambled eggs, Mistress donned a wooly long tailed shirt, that covered a bit more of her lovely breasts and thighs.  But not much more.

So while Craig did not get a late night visitor in the guest room, at least he got a show!

Saturday Afternoon

It was an all-in-one weather day here in the high desert.  The morning started with snow showers and clearing off my Subaru for a drive down to the local grocery to take advantage  of "senior hour" (age has its privileges these days).  

Back home - some breakfast burritos in tow - Mistress rewarded me with some particularly enjoyable mid-morning sex.  But first there was some moderately painful cropping to remind me to be particularly supportive (and submissive) during our self-quarantine.

By noon, the sun had filtered through the clouds, providing an opportunity for a long and bracing bike ride with one of our favorite hill climbs, that had us both a little short winded at this 8000 ft. altitude.

Then Mistress adjourned to our patio for some early season sunning. Sure, it was only 50 degrees.  But with the sun out here, that is all Mistress needs!  

Cuckolding in the Age of Covid-19?

Our here in the high desert we have plenty of opportunities for social distancing.  Long bike rides with only a few cars driving by, and precious few pedestrians.  A hike yesterday along the rim of a stunningly deep gorge, where we encountered only a hand full of fellow hikers, nodding hello from more than 6 feet away, ear buds distracting them.  And this morning, this old slave is going to take advantage of "senior hour" at the local grocery to stock up on provisions.

While we have plenty of friends out here, and typically are thigh deep in social engagements, no one is reaching out even for small group get togethers.  Mistress had a lady friend over to talk about the fate of the lady's small business earlier this week while I ventured into town on a brief expedition.  That's about it.

Frankly, I think most of our friends out here are taking this whole social distancing thing very, very seriously.  Restaurants are shuttered other than for take-out. And social media suggests that most homes are pretty locked down too.  No more party central here in our little town.

But tonight we do have a friend joining us for dinner.  His name is Craig, a tall, handsome writer we met several years back on a ski lift,  who has become part of our social circle.  Craig lives by himself at a dead ski resort with very few neighbors.  Definitely socially isolated. Apparently Craig is not so cowed by Covid-19 that he will turn down a dinner invite in these bleak times.

Over those years we have bantered on the blog and betwixt ourselves about whether Craig is a suitable candidate for acuckolding "Bull". Physically he matches Mistress's preferences: taller and bulkier than her slave (I'm 5'11"", 190 or so).  Mentally agile. But we have concluded he may be a tad too "goofy", and fits more into our "friend zone" than a "cuckolding zone".  Once you propose that part of our friendship could be fucking the wife, well, there's no going back to just hanging out,  joshing, going for a hike, or  sharing some weed!

So Craig will be over tonight. Since he lives about an hour north of here, and we all may over indulge,  Mistress invited him to spend the night rather than drive all the way home. He's done it before.  Or he may take a pass.  Who knows?

I doubt anything kinky will happen.  Probably just some drinks, lots of laughs, appetizers and dinner. We might go "one toke over the line".  But that doesn't mean that, after "lights out", Mistress will sneak out of out bed once lights are out to join Craig in his.  Does it?

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Sheltering In Place

We hope all of our readers (those of you still paying attention to sex blogs!) are taking the sorts of precautions recommended to keep you and your families safe.  We probably have not been perfect, but are doing our best!

With slave's job on hiatus for at least the next three weeks - and maybe longer - we loaded up an aging Volvo and headed West, coming to ground yesterday afternoon at our SW hideaway.  The drive had a surreal quality - all that "breaking news" on the CNN feed we monitored describing increasingly draconian efforts to close normally open societies. And yet..... when we chatted up or overheard the conversations of locals along the way in Illinois, Kansas and Colorado, we got the definite impression that most folks are still buying the "no biggie",  just a politically motivated "hoax" version of reality they've heard on a certain cable news network.

Out here in the southwest, social distancing should not be a problem.  There's plenty of elbow room. But last night we did go to a (premature" end of the ski season celebration at a Rathskeller up on the mountain to hear our favorite local troubadour.  and before you scold: the crowd was definitely under 50.

We were observing the "no shake / no hug" protocol.  But others, not so much.  In fact, at one point when Mistress went to the ladies, slave was actually approached by a rather hot blonde of a certain age who invited me to join her on the dance floor.  Of course, I deferred, despite her insistence. I did not use the "social distance" excuse. Just said, "No thanks.  I'm good" with a smile.  No slave worth his salt would have dared take to the dance floor without his Mistress's permission!

Of course, I immediately explained to Mistress what happened when she returned.  And she was definitely amused.

"I wouldn't have mined, slave", she assured.

Right. I could just imagine her reaction if she had returned to discover me out on the floor, wiggling with the blonde, less than 6 feet away.  What would Dr. Fauci say?  It would have been a recipe for a very sore bottom and some cage time.

But the good news is that after a 6 week sexual hiatus, due to Mistress's surgery, we are "good to go" these days, with full sexual privileges restored!

At least we have that to soften the blow of no spring skiing and our self-quarantine.