Distancing in the Wild

We have it pretty easy here at our SWH (Southwest Hideaway).  We can "distance" and still get plenty of exercise.  Most days it's a long bike ride with great views.  Yesterday, after our morning 'wake up' sex, and a business call for Mistress,  we drove up the canyon, past our shuttered ski area,  to a trail that wound up through snow covered meadows. Our goal was  a stunning snow covered alpine lake.  We couldn't have done it with our new snow shoes. (Thank you, Amazon).

The stroll was over pristine snow, with the occasional ski, dog or boot track that helped us follow the trail. And we were barely winded when we reached our objective after about 2 hours of smushing, seeing not a soul on the way up to about 11,250 ft of altitude.  Now that was distancing.

Back at the SWH, Mistress made us a light lunch (tuna salad) and we then found ourselves back in bed for a refreshing nap.  By then, Mistress had changed into her sexy lounge ware, which made it easy for me to indulge in some post-nap worship before we arose.

By dinner time we were back outside on our front porch, enjoying the sunset.  Mistress did not bother to dress in anything other than a serape and wooly shirt to brace herself against the evening breeze.  That left her showing a lot of leg!  So the "scenery" wasn't just another colorful sunset.

As I said, while there may be no cuckolding going on in this age of keeping our distance, we have it pretty easy.