Testing, Testing

 Hi all..... miss us?  Hope at least a few of our world wide following can still find this blog. Are sex blogs a thing anymore?  Or has everyone moved onto Tik Toks of kinky kittens? I guess we will find out

Mistress and slave have been languishing here at our SW retreat, enjoying this ski season.  Wish we had more to report on the cuckolding / kink front.  This is a small town and the opportunities for developing "friends with benefits" for the Molly are sadly limited. 

But yesterday a page may have been  turned.  We met up for lunch with our former Western Correspondent on a road trip to the Mile High City to pick up our youngest daughter at the airport. She's visiting us from her current home across the pond. 

Molly had been texting with the WC from time to time over the last two weeks.  She alluded to some smutty messages but did no show me the details. Nor was it my position as her loyal slave to press her on the matter.

It's been a while since we saw the WC.  About 5 years to be precise. He's looking fit after some lifestyle changes.  Good for him, When he left his job as our freelance Western Correspondent there were some hefty bar tabs still unpaid on the company AMEX card. 

After hugs were exchanged,  we sidled into a booth at a restaurant out in the 'burbs, WC next to Molly and me across the table from them. (It just seemed natural that way). 

WC was in a flirtatious mode, and Mistress hardly discouraged his playful attention. Over lunch we talked about "old times", our blog buddies like Donna and the late great Suzanne. We even made plans to get together again this summer, and maybe sooner.

After we ate I excused myself from the table to visit the Gents and when I returned I could tell they had been talking about "old times" when their relationship, at least via phone and text, had bordered on the sexual.  (You can scroll back through the blog to read about their occasional phone sex).

When it was time to leave for the airport, the WC walked us to the car, then pressed Mistress agains the passenger door for a tight hug and gentle grope.  Handsy was a good way to put it.  But Mistress was unoffended, to put it mildly.  Maybe receptive is a better word.

On the drive to the airport, I asked "so how did that go, Mistress....."

"It was fun to see him again, Slave....could you tell his hands were up my thigh all through lunch?"

"Uh...no....." It made me consider whether Mistress had worn those sexy black tights in the long drive north just for me?  Or, just maybe, for the WC too.

"Did that turn you on, Mistress?"  

"Kind of slave.... I'm not used to that sort of attention these days...."

On the way back home, our daughter safe but sleepy in the back seat, it was clear Mistress was getting a few more texts from the WC.  She was giggling a bit, and made some vague comments to me that would not raise our daughter's suspicion that her aging parents were engaged in some "creepy" hijinks. 

And then one popped up on my phone too.  It was a little distracting.  But it was clear the WC was planning to raise the temperature (quite) a bit.  

By the time we pulled into our High Dessert hideway it was midnight. All of us crashed.  Mistress and slave did not have  the energy to share and discuss the messages from the WC or what might come next. Or how to respond.

So stay tuned.