Cuckolding in the News

 Mistress and slave are on another excursion to visit our daughter in perpetually dark and damp northern Germany. Lots of Gluwhein is required to keep us warm! It's amazing to see Germnas out frolicking at their evening Christmas markets ignoring the cold drizzle at bone chilling temperatures barely warm enough to fend off snow. 

Meanwhile it was amusing to notice some US press that taunted those of us turned on by the cuckold dynamic.  This comes from the Social Q column that appears weekly in the NY Times on Sundays, in which an empathetic gay guy responds to his readers questions on how to handle sticky social matters:

Dear Social Q: 

A friend of mine saw my daughter-in-law in a hotel bar with a man who is not my son. As my friend reported it, my daughter-in-law was dressed to the nines, draped all over the man and feeding him with her fingers. My friend walked over to her and asked, “Where are your husband and the kids?” My daughter-in-law answered calmly, and my friend walked away. This information is making me quite angry and sad. Do I tell my son about it, ask my daughter-in-law or keep it to myself?

MOM

Of course, if you are a fan of cuckolding your mind quickly jumps to the possibility that this unlucky daughter in law was just hot wifing with her cuck hubbie's consent, or at least forebearance. And it turns out that Phillip Galanes, the Social Q. author considered that possibility in his tasteful and delicate response to the angry mother-in-law:

Let’s start with the loving heart of your question: You feel protective of your son and want good things for him. Nothing wrong with that! Now, your friend’s account — though it may be totally accurate — strikes me as the stuff of romance novels: a steamy seduction in a hotel bar. But your daughter-in-law’s nonchalance with your friend tells a different story: Wouldn’t she be flustered if she were caught doing something wrong? Things aren’t adding up here!

So, is your friend trustworthy? If you have doubts, put this matter on hold (for now). If not, and you want your son to know the story, report it to him in a more measured way. Be sure to tell him that you did not witness any of it personally. I would not talk to your daughter-in-law about this. Your relationship with her, even if it’s close, is based on her marriage — the intimate workings of which are none of your business.

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Now, I know that I am threading a dubious needle here: sanctioning meddlesome behavior for the sake of (possibly) mitigating harm. Your son and daughter-in-law may have an arrangement that could explain what your friend saw, and reporting the story may strain your relationship with the couple. Still, if you decide to speak up, try to put aside your own feelings. Your anger and sadness — which I sympathize with — are not the point here.

The author clearly ID'ed the potential scenario here: Was the wife engaging in PDA's with her husband's eager consent?  Was hubby back at home, maybe caged, both anxious and excited about what his hot wife was up to?  Was she (or her companion) sending salacious text messages back to hubby stoking his fire about what was to come?

That's sure where my twisted imagination went.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Forced to Listen

 Mistress and slave have been traveling of late: first to visit family back in River City for Thanksgiving.  We stayed at the Dowager Domme's house. Sadly she did not wear any of those Dommy shoes or boots featured here over the years.  I guess she's off her game at 85.  Though she still roasts a mean turkey.

We road tripped back to our mountain getaway, got in a few days of early season skiing, and will head 
"across the pond" later this week to visit our youngest in the dark and damp of northern Europe. 

Fortunately, we've been able to sustain our daily diet of wake up sex and afternoon worship despite the challenges of all that travel.  Though the agonizingly thin mattress on the ancient convertible couch in the DD's "dungeon". (aka basement) definitely added to the degree of difficulty while we were in residence there. Fortunately, we are still spry enough to rise to the challenge. 

But no chance for any cuckolding while in the road, not that a few truck drivers didn't ogle Mistress at the endless chain of truck stops and diners we frequented on our long cross country road trip. "Creepy" was Mistress's blunt response. She needs to be wine, dined and seduced, not manhandled. 

Which brings us to today's illustration.  There was only one instance when slave actually witnessed one of her lovers take her on. More typically, she entertained when I was out, or visited her lovers' homes. Then there were the occasional sleep overs at our house, when she took her lover (most often Jay) to our marital bed, and I slept in the guest or a daughter's room next door.  

There I was treated to the sounds of their vigorous love making - typically in multiple rounds interrupted by undecipherable murmuring and giggling. And even sounds of silence, all to be interrupted by another round of loud and physical coupling. 

 It left much to the imagination. And old mick has a very wild imagination.  Was Mistress providing oral services during those moments of relative silence.  What sort of pillow talk were they sharing? How many orgasms was Mistress enjoying.  It sure sounded like a lot, and typically at a volume slave's own efforts rarely, if ever, produced.

With my cage securely in place the "agony" was all the sweeter. 

So don't let anyone tell you that cuckolding requires the sad cuck to sit quietly in a chair and watch. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Juggling Kids and Cuckolding

 During Mistress's early days as a cuckoldress we still had two daughters at home, attending a nearby high school.  We were not the sort of couple you might read about in smutty stories on Literotica, where the kids are all in on Mom's "stepping out", and her humiliation and domination of their "sissy" dad.  No, we were always mindful to play the role of devoted and monogamous couple for our girls, family and  vanilla friends.  This required a certain amount of juggling, and matching "cover stories". Mom might have an important business meeting to attend during the dinner hour, or even a "business trip" to cover for an overnight with one of her lovers .hat was consistent with her career at the time, and never drew questions from our girls. Of course, whether they had sneaky suspicions about Mom's mysterious texting or other behaviors we will never know!

I can think of one exception.  Jay was her longest lasting relationship.  We evolved some sort of cover story where he became a close mutual friend. He and his son even came to one of our family Thanksgiving celebrations, one of her birthday parties, etc.  I'm not sure if Jay and Mistress  ever had an opportunity to sneak off to a quiet room in the house for a quicky, but there were never any PDA's in front of the other family members or guests.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Tender Lady Parts

 The notion that a cuck is supposed to "reclaim" his wife immediately after a date with one of her "side-dishes" sometimes butts up against physical reality in the real world.  At least it did at UCTMW. Slave was always anxious to be sprung free from his cage when Mistress returned from a date. But full blown fucking was rarely in the cards for me so soon after one of her encounters.

"I'm pretty tender down there slave.  But feel free to worship," was the typical response.  And who could blame her? Not her devoted slave.  After an hour or more of a more vigorous brand of sexual engagement than she was used to at home, it was no surprise that she was tender, looking instead to the gentler ministrations of my tongue for solace. 

Thankfully, she was typically game for her husband's work-a-day cock the next morning. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Seducing a Friend.

This is a particular kink we have never explored here at UCTMW, i.e., having Molly explore a sexual relationship with one of our mutual friends. Not that there haven't been a few temptations. There is a mountain guide who lives nearby, works on the local ski patrol in the winter.  We've often speculated about how that might go if Molly let it be known that she has a "hall pass".  And another friend who lives not far from here who we ski with and have for dinner from time to time. Both are taller tand larger han her devoted slave, and (one suspects) might be more amply equipped.  But we have never found out. 

Why?  Mistress has always been reluctant to broach the subject for fear of rejection (hard for me to imagine either one would pass on the opportunity).  And She also suspects that if the situation did not work out - either because the "friend" said "no, thanks", or because the encounter was a dud, we'd end up losing the friendship all together. 

But that doesn't prevent us from engaging in a little fantasy speculation about how that might go.
 

Final Daze: Trump Playlist Goes Rogue

As the interminable 2024 election enters its proverbial "final strokes", here at UCTMW, a blog devoted to the glory of strong, indepeondent women, we naturally fit in the Kamala Kamp. If she wins, it no doubt will be on the shoulders of America's women, most of whom  don't like the idea of the profound loss of their reproductive options as a result of the former guy's Judicial appointments. 

We had a laugh over what we saw on CNN over the weekend. A CNN reporter was reporting from a Trump rally in NC, where the crowd was waiting impatiently for their Orange Michelin Man to make one of his increasingly deranged appearances. In the background the music was playing oldies to amuse the impatient crowd.  Playing was Leslie Gore's declaration of female independence from the 1960's.

"You don't own me.  I'm not one of your silly toys."

Leslie telling America's women and girls that they should aspire to be strong, independent and not reliant on guys like the proud "pussy grabber", who claim they will "Protect" women, "whether they like it or not."

"You don't own me. Don't say I can't see other boys".

Was Leslie an early model for America's hot wives and girlfriends, encouraging them  to have a handful of "side-dishes"?

Finally, another line that Beyonce could not improve on:

"I'm free and I love to be free."

Either no one on the Trump train bothered to listen to the lyrics (shades of the Bush campaign back in 1992 adopting "Born in the USA" as a theme song), or there was one sly lady in the sound booth who was jerking the dottering fool's chain.

Either way, we are hoping America's women remind the MAGA patriarchy tomorrow that no one owns them.

VOTE!

Cuckolding in History: The Great War Edition

 Just read a new book by Robert Harris called "Precpice", an historic fiction revolving around a real life  affair (of sorts) between 60-ish British Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, a married father of 7, and 26 yr. old Venetia Stanley, a debutante from a wealthy landed family, during the run-up to  WWI. 

Seems Asquith's long suffering wife had been told by her MD that sex was out-of-bounds for her after child birth complications. That left the PM, who had an eye for younger ladies, on the lookout for someone to provide some much needed comfort and companionship as he juggled the demands of mobilizing his country for war. I mean, if you're sending a few hundred thousand young men off to the trenches, shouldn't you be entitled to a little nookie on the side?

He and his much young crush would get together for long Friday afternoon drives in his Limo, apparently with a privacy window shades that would protect them from the eyes of his devoted driver and curious  pedestrians.  There were also weekends at her family's lavish country homes, often  with his jealous "Cuckqueen"  wife in tow, where they might escape for a rendezvous in the gardens. The author speculates that their sexual interactions were limited to "frottage" (i.e. non-penetrative sex) in an age when "unprotected sex" came with far greater risks to a woman of the aristocracy. One can imagine lots of blow jobs and finger fucking in the back of that spacious limo as it meandered through Covent Gardens. 

The aging PM was obsessed with Venetia, to the point of crazy. Over the approximately 24 months of their affair he sent her 560 letters, all of which have survived and which the author quotes in his novel. Apparently there were multiple mail deliveries / day in those days, so 2-3 letters might arrive from him each day. Still living at home, Venitia had to stealthily intercept the post man throughout the day to avoid raised eyebrows from Mom, Dad and her siblings. The PM, between odes of his lust for her, also shared classified  war plans and intelligence, seeking her advice on how to handle the likes of war hawks like the young Winston Churchill, then in charge of the Admiralty. The "Official Secrets Act" was breached on a daily basis. 

Sadly, Venetia's letters were lost to history. Apparently Asquith or his family disposed of them, something Venetia did not do.

The affair petered out as Venetia trained to nurse war wounded "Tommies". She went to France to work at a field hospital.  Ultimately, Venetia  grew impatient with all those cloyingly pathetic  letters from her "Prime" and the pressure to keep up the correspondence.  To pull the plug, she finally accepted the multiple proposals of marriage from a less than macho suitor, Edwin Montagu, one of her contemporaries. He  was a Junior member of Asquith's cabinet.

Mantagu was also fabulously wealthy, which probably helped the PM's young mistress turn the page.  Though she had to convert to Judaism in order to assure that her new husband inherited his Jewish father's wealth.  Whatever. 

Sadly, Asquith did not take the news of this betrothal well.  He had been hopelessly distracted from his governmental duties as Venetia slipped away from his grasp. His government lasted only a few more months after she dumped him, replaced by the uber ambitious Lloyd George. Asquith was the last Liberal PM, as the Tories rose to power. 

Venetia was married to Montagu, but apparently her terms in accepting the proposal included an ongoing hall pass", which gives her something in common with today's "Hot Wives". History says  that Venetia made her new husband a cuck with multiple lovers.  DNA evidence later revealed that  their daughter was actually fathered by some other upper-crust dude titled the "Earle of Dudley".  No Do-Right he!

 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Post Date Clean-Up

 Slave is back after a short weekend trip to the nation's capitol to visit a daughter.  Mistress was left to her own devices here, a rarity. Sounds like she had a good enough time with friends, including two nights out at local watering holes for music. Sadly, and despite her permanent "hall pass", she had no interactions with tall and potent strangers to share with me when I got home. As I've said before, this is a small town with limited options and also the risk of wagging tongues about a married lady flaunting her infidelities. 

Ah well.

The above photo reminds me of days some years back when Mistress had some early morning or mid-day encounters with a tall buff dude, 5-6 years her junior, who played hockey in college and in an adult league in River City.  He'd sometimes stop by for a "quicky" on his way to work, and as I was leaving for my own office. It was like a tag team for us. I'd greet him as he came in and I headed out.  Mistress could just stay in bed and enjoy.  And when I came home, my afternoon worship might include a little treat.

"I haven't showered yet, Slave."

Fine by me. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Sharing a Taste.

 Sure it's a cliche. But whenever Mistress returned from a date I was always happy, even anxious, to "reclaim" her clean shaven folds with my well trained tongue.  Mistress was never fond of condoms, typically graduating to "bare back" once a lover became something more than a one-off. So Slave was able to enjoy not only the taste of her stretched and well used lady parts, but also the residue of whatever her lover du jour left behind. 

This typically happened before, not after her slave's cage was unlocked. Not sure what it is about this little ritual, but it always seemed to be a turn on for both of us.  And while I suspect there were some nights when Mistress would have been happy to simply nod off after a long night of hot sex, I think she knew she had some obligation to share her experience with my in a physical way that transcended the narrative of her evening that typically came as I laved her with my tongue.  While the resulting orgasm hardly overshadowed those she had experienced with her lover, it was a her way of showing me that I remained an important part of the game.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Sleepovers.

 It's been quite a while since Mistress spent the night away from home with one of her lovers.  Back in the day it happened quite often.  There was that guy who lived in the small college town where our daughter attended college.  That was always a trick: might they run onto one another?  What would Mom's alibi be?

Mistress usually came home before noon the next day, having enjoyed sexy times with her younger (by 10 years) lover. Untimately he wanted more of her time than she could provide - weekends away as an example. And she drifted away from him.

Then there was Jay - her longest term lover.  There typical date night involved dinner out, always a risk they might run into someone we knew, but never seemed to happen. Then they'd adjourn to his small home out in a tony suburb.  His young son would spend the night at his grandmother's house to allow Jay and Mistress a night of fun.  Slave was home, caged, pondering what the two might be up to in his bed.

Hot times!

Cuckolding in History: WW2 Edition

 For those who think this whole "cuckold" thing is some new twist in the world of sexual gamesmanship, I would refer you to a new book recently reviewed in the New Yorker titled "Kingmaker: Pamela Harriman's Astonishing Life of Power, Seduction and Intrigue".  The book documents the remarkable  life of a woman who grew up in one of those posh Downton Abbey style households then married Randolph Churchill, son of England's pugnacious Prime Minister on the cusp of World War II. 

Here's where it got interesting: With the blitz in progress, a new born little Winston (jr.) Churchill on the scene, her husband, in uniform, was shipped off to Egypt. But Pamela had a more important role in the Britts' war effort.  Clementine, her mother-in-law,  "noticed Pamela's power over older men (including her husband) through a rare cocktail of flattering attention, smoldering sex appeal and an impressive grasp of geopolitics". 

Little Winston and her nanny were shipped off to the "safer" confines of the country estate of "Lord" Beaverbrook, the Rupert Murdock of his time, who had taken on a job in the war effort to maximize airplane production.  The child care arrangement allowed "an unencumbered Pamela to move into the Dorchester Hotel, in London, and work her magic on influential Americans", who Churchill needed to provide US support for the struggle against Hitler. Beaverbrook "would outfit her for her mission . . . with a wardrobe of 'tight fitting evening frocks, high heals and natty tailored suits to help her in her new role in Britain's desperate struggle to survive."

US President Roosevelt sent W. Averell Harriman, 49,  to London to monitor the use of US "lend lease" aid by our ally. Harriman "would require some tender persuasion and Pamela, now barely in her 20's, was up for the job. "At a dinner at the Dorchester soon after [Harriman's] arrival, Pamela, wearing a 'skin tight shoulderless gold lame dress bought specially for the occasion by Beaverbrook and dazzilingly conversant in matters military and political."  That evening, a fortuitous Luftwaffe bombing had Pamela and Averell 'sheltering in place' in his hotel suite.  The rest was history. Soon Pamela moved in with FDR's envy.  Both were married to others. 

As in some of the hotter cuckold fiction of our day, the cuckoldress's in-laws seemed to encourage her dalliance to the deterrent of their pathetic son.  "The Churchill's seem to have known and tacitly encouraged their daughter-in-law's useful affair. Years later, in a divorce proceeding, Randolph accused his parents of encouraging her infidelity for the sake of the war effort. Ouch!

Was Churchill "pimping out" the mother of his grandson, as some have accused?  During the war years, Pamela   juggled multiple relationships with US military big wigs and media personalities like Edward R. Murrow. But despite all these suitors, Pamela made her own decisions on her sexual partners. "Pamela said no when she wanted to, and it appears she she never had her heart broken. She seemed to feel completely free to sleep with whomever she was drawn to or deemed useful. . . . By her own account, she relished her London life, supercharged as it was with danger, sex and political urgency."

After the war and her divorce, Pamela moved to Paris and was involved with an Italian auto magnate. Later she 
married a US movie mogul. When her husband died, she and Harriman hooked up again, and married, She moved to the US and, later in life, became a power broker in DC's Democratic establishment.  She died as US Ambassador to France in the Clinton years. 

But for those of us intrigued by the cuckold dynamic, her WW2 exploits standout. One can only wonder whether "poor" Randolph secretly got off on it all.  Let's hope.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Oral Service

 Last post I mentioned one of Mistress's first cuckolding bootie calls.  The one where she was asked to do a little extra grooming.  She got carried away, and has sported clean shaven folds ever since. 

His other directive?

"He wants me to bring a pair of handcuffs, slave."

Hmmm.  We had long dabbled in bondage.  We had some equipment of our own.  Still do.  Cuffs, collars, crops. In our pre-cuckolding days, Mistress was usually the "victim" of such toys.  And though we've shifted the axis of our relationship since then, the bdsm toys have remained in a duffel bag tucked into a corner of our closet.  I suppose we should find an excuse to dust them off. 

Going back to that "directive". . . we stopped by a local army / navy store and picked up a simple pair of handcuffs before Mistress went to her first meet up with this gentleman.

She had made clear to me, and to him, that during this first get together, at his home in the 'burbs, there would be no sex.  This was a "get to know you" arrangement, she said, and clearly intended.

To set the right tone, Mistress did not overdue her outfit. Sure she had sexy, silky undies.  But it was jeans and a less revealing top. Nothing too provocative, it seemed as she set out early on a Friday evening. 

Mistress was off the radar for several hours.  I stayed busy at home, caged of course, probably making dinner for at least one of our daughters, who were in high school at the time. 

It was around 11:30, maybe midnight, when Mistress came home. A tad disheveled. Of course, I was curious. But resisted my lawerly urge to cross examine.

"Long evening, slave."

"And how did it go. Did you use those handcuffs?"

She was undressing, using our bathroom to go through her re-sleep routines. 

"Definitely", she remarked, focused on her image in the bathroom mirror, then sliding into a slinky nightie.

As she settled into bed, I offered to provide some post-date worship. 

"Are you sure?  It's a little sticky down there, slave."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  We got a little carried away."

As she spread her legs in our bed, and I dipped ian eager tongue into what was clearly  well used if cleanly groomed folds, she provided the following narrative:

After sharing a beverage on his patio, they adjourned to his bedroom. So much for a simple getting to know you first meeting.

"He told me to strip, slave."

"And you did?"

"I did.  He just sat there on the bed, and watched me."

"Sounds hot."

"It was."  She let out a slight moan, possibly from my gentle oral ministrations. But also, maybe, from the recall of being inspected for the first time by a new partner as she did her slow reveal.

"Then?"

He stood, walked to me, cuffs in his hands. He touched me. gently. Somehow I ended up with my hands cuffed, behind my back."

As I slowly brought Mistress to a gentle cum, I could taste the residue of what her new lover had left behind. The story got a little disjointed, and my memory has faded over the years about all the details.  But she "submitted" to some robust sex in his bed that evening. And before she left, after she was dressed to leave, a  chaser back out on his patio. 

"I was on my knees, slave. He was ready to go again. He wanted my mouth."

Apparently he got it.

My work done, Mistress was soon sound asleep.

As for me, I recall that it wasn't until morning that Mistress found the key to my cage. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Required Grooming

 One of Mistress's first cuckold outings was with a guy we found on line -- maybe via Ashley Madison?

He was very directive prior to their first encounter, which was to be at his home out in the 'burbs.

"He wants me to do some extra grooming, slave."

"Hmmm.....like what?"

"What he called a 'landing strip'". 

Of course, I was intrigued.  Until then Mistress had a fuller patch of fur down there. The issue of hair in the teeth when I serviced her was always an issue.  But I had no complaints, and preceived it as just 'part of the deal'.  I'd never been with a woman who aggressively trimmed.

When I returned from work late that night, she had an intriguing disclosure.

"I got a little carried away, slave."

She pulled up her silkie black nightie. Show and tell time. 

That was my first introduction to her 'clean shaven folds'.   WOW!

I can't remember what that guy's name was.  It was a one off as I recall.  But I will be eternally grateful. As were her subsequent lovers. 

More on that first encounter to follow.

Back from the Trail

 Mistress and slave are back at their SW hideaway after nearly a month trekking along foreign coastlines.  There was plenty of great sea food, some interesting encounters with fellow trekkers, satisfying wake up sex along the way, and only a few blisters as we added about 200 miles to our hiking boots.

Sadly, no threesomes, even of the type where slave gets to clean up the mess. But what else is new?

Hope all of you are well! Will try to get more content out here in the weeks to come.  In the meantime, it was great to see Sara posting so much enticing cuckold content in our absence. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Listen but No Watching?

 With a single exception this was the game plan at the Molly and mick manse in River City: Mistress would sometimes have a sleepover "guest".  Her devoted slave would occupy our daughter's room next door (by then the  daughters had flown the nest). The walls were thin.  I was typically caged, to avoid any unsanctioned self abuse as I listened in to their enthusiastic coupling.  One thing became all too obvious: Jay (and the occasional "other") could induce much more enthusiastic sounds from Mistress than I could with my "work-a-day" cock. Was she exaggerating her responses for my benefit? Could be, but I doubt it. 

Our typical husband / wife sex, still a daily morning ritual, was more gentle and loving. Yes, Mistress would be lavished with a few cums/session.  Still is.  But there was/is no athleticism involved. No rhythmic slaps of flesh on flesh, and endless moans from Mistress. Of course, all of this listening in could be enticing, exciting and frustrating for a caged slave.  

But once the lover de jour went on his way - typically after I served him coffee in the morning - slave always got his turn, even though Mistress was frequently tuckered out and tender.  

She was and always has been an indulgent Mistress. 

Summer's End

 After a long and restful summer here at our SW hideaway, Mistress and slave took a trip back to River City over the Labor Day Weekend.  Now we're back for a few days before heading over "the pond" for a long trek.  Our living room is filled with back packs and the clothes and gear we need to organize for our next adventure.

Last night we spent the evening at a local haunt for what will likely be our last out door music event of this fading summer.  Mistress got all gussied up in her boots and a short black shirt, as you can see from this photo. It's a shame the bar / restaurant was only populated by the usual Tuesday night suspects. Sadly,  no one was there worth Mistress exercising her flirtation chops. 

But all that alluring leg was not wasted on me!

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Flirting.

 Mistress knows she's entitled to flirt with whomever, whenever.  Here in our small town there aren't the same opportunities available to her to meet and flirt with a stranger, let alone an attractive, well endowed  one worthy of her charms. 

Day at the Hot Springs

 Mistress and her devoted slave spent the day yesterday at a nearby hot springs resort, perched beneath a ridge once populated by hundreds of native people, who have only left behind thousands of shards of their colorful pottery.

It seems Mistress will never outgrow her desire to bask in the sun, something her Mediterranean complexion accepts with tolerance.  Me, not so much.  But I am happy to indulge her desires in this and so many other ways.

The hot springs excludes kids, but always has a robust crowd of mostly middle age to older customers, many covered in exotic tattoos.  I had to smile as a few heavily inked guys in the their 30's and 40's wandered past Mistress, their eyes unsubtly lingering on Mistress's delicious legs and bottom.  Not bad for someone getting closer to her Medicare years! 

It reminded me of a story Mistress told me from a trip to the Springs last summer, with her Mom (the Dowager Domme) and her sister.  They spent the night in a cozy cottage, and She got up early for some lap swimming. At pool side she was chatted up by a younger man - cute she reported - who seemed interested in learning more about her "situation".  Sparks were beginning to fly, she said. Then . . . her mother and sister arrived, impatient, wanting to get their breakfast.  Sadly, contact info was not exchanged and she never spotted him there before they departed.

But at least she was willing to explore. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: So is Your Hubby Really OK With This?

 Not sure that Mistress ever said exactly this to any of her lovers.  But I suspect there was always a conversation that went something like this:

"So is your husband really OK with this?"

"Yeah.  He is. He says it turns him on. And we always have hot sex when I come home after one of these nights."

I suspect they all had different reactions to this.  Maybe some were a little jealous.  If they had developed feelings for Mistress, the thought of her coming home to be reclaimed by her cuck was probably a little annoying. But most just shook their head, and, hopefully, knew they had lucked into a pretty sweet deal. 

Mistress Hears from A Long Lost Suitor

Strangely enough, after my post last week about Mistress texting with her suitors, she had heard from "E", one of the guys who kicked off our adventures in cuckoldry about 15 years ago. She dated E in her college days at a small liberal arts college in Michigan. He went on to become an attorney, and, as I recall it all, he got in touch with her back in 2009 or so.  They began to text and he soon was reminiscing about how hot she was and what he'd like to do with (and to) her so many years later, if he only had a chance.

Not surprisingly, he was married, and Mistress generally avoids getting involved with married guys, even though it was in the early days of her "hall pass". And yet?

Here was a guy she knew from the "old days".  They'd had sex "a few times" in her Junior year. And as their texting back and forth proceeded, there were undeniable sparks flying. I remember her reading me some of those texts.  He clearly had the Dom thing going.  "he wants to spank me, slave." And how did that make her feel?  "It's hot, slave...."

Sadly, not much ever came of it.  He claimed to have  reasons to come to River City for business, but it never quite happened.  Ultimately, Mistress wrote it off to just some horny guy remotely rekindling a college romance, but not willing or able to make anything happen IRL.

Now, years later, suddenly they were back in touch. The trigger was Mistress's realization that E (who she still sees on Facebook) was also friends with one of her Facebook friends here near our SW Hideaway. "He says he still wants to spank me". But her past experience with E back in 2009 makes her think it's all BS.  If he never made it down to see her when we lived in the heartland, what are the odds of him actually showing up here, or arranging to meet her somewhere convenient for her.  

"Plus he's still married, slave.  Just to someone else now."  

Seems to close that door, but I do think it gives her a little thrill to know there's someone out there itching to spank her. 

 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Texting with Her Lovers

 One of the hottest things about our more active cuckolding days was when Mistress had an active cyber flirting life with her lover(s) du jour. 

Maybe she was just texting with a work colleague, or her sister, but it was fun to speculate that she was texting with J or M or one of her other "friends with benefits". Were they setting up a date, were they reminiscing about their most recent encounter.  Was she getting instructions on how to edge herself at a time and location he determined?  The possibilities in the mind of her loyal cuck were endless. 

Sometimes she'd give me an update about what her lover was saying to her.  Sometimes she'd ask for advice on how to respond. Other times, she'd just smile laschivously at a message when her I-phone chimed.  I did my best to resist asking who she was texting with.  My favorite response, if I did: "None of your business, Slave. . . "

Cucks in the News

 If you've been following this blog, whether for a decade or just for a few months, you know this is where  "Cucks" can feel they have a safe place to relish sharing their hot wives, partners or significant others with whoever might catch their  lustfully roving eyes. We wear the label "cuck" with a certain kinky pride!

Sadly, for some the word "cuck" has become a slur, particularly in the world of right wing politics. 

Earlier this week a group of celebrities  rallied in a well subscribed zoom call under the name of "White Dudes for Harris", in support of the presumptive Democratic Presidential nominee, who could become the first female President. The call, which featured  "dudes" like Bradley Whitford, Mark Hamill and various Bridges bros, drew in nearly 100,000 participants and raised a few million dollars for the Harris campaign.

Of course, this "White Dudes" cyber get-together  took direct aim at former President Trump's core support among white male voters.  

Don't mess with their base! 

So it was no surprise when MAGA world responded with their typical overheated outrage, led by Junior:

 MAGA World's instinctive response to any guy who might support a strong female candidate for POTUS is to question their masculinity, and likely have wives forced to find a real (presumably MAGA) man to satisfy their sexual needs. 

But a lot of  willing "Cucks" proudly share our wives to provide them with additional sexual gratification and actually get off on it too!  Maybe we really should form a "Proud Cucks for Kamala" group of our own?

This is not the first Trumpian effort to alienate strong women and the men who love them.  What about the quote from VP candidate J.D. Vance, disparaging "childless cat ladies" as miserable losers unworthy of elective office.  He and Trump have doubled down on the notion that there must be something wrong with a woman who loves her  cat,  but who has not (yet) reproduced.  This from the same team that believes they can tell women they should not be allowed make their own decisions about whether to carry a pregnancy to full term. 

In the MAGA world view, the only proper role for women appears to be to stay home and raise the kids.  God forbid women might exercise some degree of sexual freedom outside their marriage, even when their loyal hubby gives them a free pass.

Of course, as proud parents with two cat nurturing daughters who have not (yet) brought any grandkids into our world, i.e., "childless cat ladies", we  take personal umbrage against Vance's disparagement of our daughters. Whether or not they chosoe to reproduce, they are wonderful citizens of the world as far as we are concerned. Heck, we love our cat too!

But this made me wonder: How does Vance feel about childless dog guys? Like this one:

They seem to have been given a free pass. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Cuckolding PDA's

 Back in River City we were always pretty discrete about Mistress's extracurricular relationships. Both she and I had fairly high profile jobs in those pre-retirement years. We didn't need rumors about Mistress caught "fooling around" in public with someone other than her hubby.

But that didn't mean that she made no "public appearances" with her lovers.  She and J (her longest relationship) would often meet publicly for dinner or lunch, then retreat to his house or ours for  more intimate activities.

Of course, I always knew when and where they would be meeting for one of these "dates". Usually they picked a site closer to his home out in the 'burbs, where they would be less likely to encounter one of our friends or colleagues. I stewed at home or work while she was meeting publicly with a lover. But it was easy  to imagine they might be seen by someone who would raise an eyebrow or two. And could they really resist the tell tale body language of lovers- some hand holding, intimate touches, simmering eye contact; maybe an under the table grope or Mistress's wandering foot under the table.

Would someone ask "Why is Molly Collins having dinner on a Friday night with someone other than her husband"?  

As far as I know, no rumors ever flew about her back in those days.  But who knows..... 

Ask Mick: What's the Policy on "Self-Abuse" at UCTMW World HQ.?

Earlier this week, one of our legions (actually dozens) of current readers asked an important and timely question about  corporate policy at the UCTMW World HQ: Does Mistress allow her devoted and pampered house slave to masturbate?  

Please keep in mind that for the most part this is a hypothetical question. We are rarely apart and have sex almost every day, typically in the morning. What's better than wake-up sex? The exception might be a morning when we are getting up and out extra early to go on a long hike, or a drive to the airport. At my age, one cum a day is more than my reproductive system demands or needs. With that level of frequency, who needs to masturbate? (Other than our long since retired Western Correspondent, who used to buy lubricant in 20 gallon vats). 

But the question comes at an atypical time.  Mistress is off with an old friend for two nights at a nearby hot springs spa. Slave is home alone,  tending to the cat. It's now been nearly 48 hours since we last had our normal wake up sex! That' my longest dry spell in years! 

In the past, Mistress might have ordered me to wear a cock cage during any period when we are apart, particularly if I was going out, as I did last night, attending a local concert. At the very least, she would have reminded me that her policy was "no touching. Slave". So, cage-less and unrestrained,  feeling unusually liberated this week. In theory, I have license!

And yet..... maybe it's my age,  or a sense that a little frustration might make our reunion sex this evening  all the more thrilling, but so far I have exercised a little self discipline. 

Who da thunk! 

 

Mistress Gets 2 Days at the Hot Springs

Mistress and a friend are spending two days (and nights)  this week at a nearby Hot Springs / Spa with an old high school classmate.  It's really just a short drive from here, but in an exotic SW setting.  Nice restaurant. Cozy Bar. Plenty of sunshine. Lots of guys with bodies covered in exotic tatoos.

Last year she went there with her mom and sister. I recall her telling me that she got up early one morning to go swimming and ending up being chatted up by a hunky younger guy, only to be interrupted by her impatient family members, who were anxious to go to breakfast. 

"It might have gone somewhere if they hadn't been so rude, Slave."

So back here at home, minding our cat, I can't help but speculate about whether she might end up flirting with one of those guys hanging around the hot tubs this week.  

Somehow, I don't think her friend would be too judgmental. What' the point of a hall pass if you don't get to use it every now and then. 


 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Cut Off by the Bull?

 

None of Mistress's lovers over the years  seemed to mind that she and her Cuck continued to have a robust sex life, regardless of her activities with her various "side-dishes". Indeed, her extracurricular sex life seem to pour a powerful accelerant onto our own sexual activities. 

Why didn't any of her "bulls" ever try to crack down on us? My guess is they were not really bulls.  Just nice guys who figured they were lucky to have their occasional chance to "get lucky" with a hot babe who's husband seemed crazy enough to grant her a hall pass.  I suppose some real "Bulls" out there might have been a tad more controlling.  

Or are guys like that really creations of cuckold fantasies, not actually found in the wild?  Thoughts....

Stick to Sex, Mick!

 With all the crazy, divisive and depressing   shit going down in the world of politics these days,  kinky blogs like this one should probably remain a politics free zone where  reds and blues can find steamy  common ground. 

Of course, in MAGA world the notion of willful cuckolding and male chastity as  lifestyle choices is, no doubt, considered un-American! But that doesn't mean the likes of  Eric Trump and Tucker Carlson don't have a cock cage  shoved to the back of their sock drawers. So I would not be surprised if more than a few Trump supporters have read this blog from time to time.

Hope I am not too deeply offending them by posting the above photo of the new GOP VP candidate, a guy who claims to have grown up in humble circumstances not far from our Midwestern hometown, went onto get a couple of Ivy League degrees, make lots of venture capitol cash in sinful San Francisco and now lives in a mansion only blocks from where we lived for many years before bailing out to our SW hideaway.  He's clearly going for  phallic symbolism in brandishing the type of gun used just a few days ago to take a pot shot at his new running mate.

I'm sure he likes the thought that a lot of MAGA babes out there were wondering if what he packed in those tight jeans somehow mirrored the length and rigidity of that macho assault rifle he brandished.  My own suspicion is that guys who need to flash long guns typically come up short in their own hardware. 

No doubt  MAGA world was supposed to be so impressed by this contrived image of hyper-masculinity that it would forget he is just another one of those overeducated elitists rolling in dollars that they might otherwise despise. 

I wonder if in reality JD's lovely wife actually has a little key on a necklace around her neck that may or may not unlock a tiny pink cock cage as he barn storms the country in the days to come? 

In this photo, maybe she's explaining that she won't be back to their convention hotel suite until early morning because she'll be getting together with a certain someone with a much larger cock. "Don't wait up cucky"!  

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Friend-to-Lover Zone?

 Over the years, we sometimes discussed whether to draw a friend- maybe one of mine, one of hers, or a mutual friend - into our little web of cuckolding.  There were a few potential candidates, folks we had met the "normal" way, at work, on chair lifts, maybe at a local music venue or in community activities.  Mistress has been tempted a time or two. But ultimately she  backed away to avoid the risk of compromising a friendship. Or maybe out of fear of rejection?

Once you  explicitly offer to have cuckolding sex to a friend or acquaintance,  it's hard to go back to regular old bonhomie. 

Curious to know if any of our readers have had more success in expanding the "friendzone" to something more.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Is it Clean Up Only After the Other Guy Comes?

 One of our readers asked if Mistress ever shared with her lovers that her seemingly normal hubbie was required to conduct "clean up" operations after  they made love.  Good question.  

As far as I know, she shielded her lovers from the kinkier side of our relationship.  They were not privy to the blog, on the assumption that they would not want to know that she was "kissing and telling" about her adventures with them.  Of course, when we did make a reference to her partners it was always anonymous.

The names were changed to protect the guilty?  Or were they the "innocents" that Mistress was exploiting to tittilate her husband?  Yeah, it's complicated.

Likewise, they did not know about my cage, or that I partook of their remnant juices when she returned to our marital bed (or when they left it, as the case might be.)

There was one occasion when we participated in a sort of threesome with a very well endowed lover.  It was a one off, because, well, he was a little strange personality wise.  So no return engagement. 

And although he was well endowed and seemed able to pound her in perpetuity, he never actually came!  Strange, but apparently it happens, even to guys with enormous cocks. The flip side  of erectile dysfunction.  Forever hard? 

So when slave worshiped Mistress's clean shaven folds before, during and after that lengthy and encounter, at his direction, was that really clean-up?  Or was it simply a seemingly endless tag-team driving Mistress to multiple cums?  Eventually she insisted on "No Mas!"

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Clean Up by the Cuck

 Mistress always seemed befuddled when slave insisted on some oral worship after one of her assignations. "Shouldn't I shower first, slave?" For some reason I always enjoyed the flavors in her yet to showered clean shaven folds.  

Go figure.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: When the Cuck Is Making Dinner

 Back in River City, we would often entertain Mistress's lovers.  Occasionally we might interview a new "prospect", someone we might have found on one of the matchmaking sites. We'd all be sitting in our living room, the middle floor of our home there. Mistress and her potential "date" would sit on the couch together.

If things seemed to be going well, I would typically make myself scarce, head downstairs to our lower level kitchen and make us some dinner or snacks.  Dawdling was in the game plan. 

During these moments I'd imagine what might be happening upstairs.

Was Mistress smitten?  

Flirting?

Would the guy get all dominant and make a move?

How would Mistress respond?

It was a buzz, particularly if Mistress made sure that her work-a-day cock was under her lock and key.

Typically, not much happened on these initial get togethers. More often than not, the candidate fell short of  Mistress's discerning standards.

But a Cuck could only hope.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: When the Cuck is Put in His Place.

 Over at the "Big Bi-Bull" (see our blog roll) you can read about a cuck who is "disciplined" when the Bull has a sleep-over and takes care to discipline a cuck who "misbehaved" on a couple's vacation.  Looking forward to a full report on how that unfolded.

Can't say that sort of thing ever happened when Mistress was exploiting her "hall pass". Most of her lovers were a bit younger than her and substantially younger than me. I suspect they were a tad intimidated by my more mature and accomplished status and showed far more deference than I deserved.  It certainly would have been interesting, and not a tad hot, to be confronted by a Bull determined to show me my place in the threeway pecking order. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: A WIfe and Her Cuck Walk into a Bar. . .

 The other night, Mistress and her slave dropped by at a local restaurant with a lovely U-shaped patio bar. We sat down  at the bar, ordering drinks and snacks and enjoying the early summer weather at sunset. Mistress was looking her best, dark hair flowing, a colorful above the knee dress showing off her firm, tanned, bare legs, accented by some stylish black cowboy boots. 

Then I noticed a solo guy across the bar. Probably late 40's, early 50's.  Handsome in an aging hippie sort of way, with a well trimmed beard. He had a small plate and a beverage in front of him. After a while it became apparent that he was eyeing Mistress with a certain sort of interest.  Mind fucking?  or just curious?  Hard to tell.

I quietly mentioned to Mistress that the guy across the bar was giving her the once over. She just giggled, said I was "imagining it."  Sadly, nothing happened.  My guess was that  the guy found Mistress intriguing, but "spoken for", and  was not so forward as to wander over to us and chat Mistress up. 

He probably didn't recognize us for what we actually were: a hotwife and her submissive hubbie. 

So what do our readers suggest as the best way to handle this sort of circumstance? Should I have offerred to walk home and leave Mistress alone at the bar to see what might happen? Should I have tried to draw the guy in for a three way conversation?  

CUckold Meme of the Day: The Cuck's Role.

 That was the only sort of "threesome" held in our household. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Tips for Hot Wives

 The cuckold dynamic thrives on taunting the cuck about the appeal of other men.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: The Morning After

 Mistress never made it with any of my or our friends.  We always tried to keep her adventures discrete and distinct from our "normal" lives.  Curious of any of our readers have gone in that direction.  We do have a friend here who we've speculated about as a potential partner for Mistress.  But a number of reasons have kept us away from that.

As far as the "morning after", I was always happy to serve coffee in bed to Mistress and J when there was a sleepover.  Crazy turn on form me. 

CUckold Meme of the Day: Tips for Hotwives

 Mistress has hit all of these recommendations for good hot wifing except the shaving.....not sure she trusted me with the razor, probably for good reason. But I am sure her lovers have enjoyed her clean shaven folds.  In fact, she went fully shaved down there  when one of her prospects required her to reduce her fur to a "landing strip".  

"I think I got carried away, Slave", when she showed me the result of her efforts to comply with his "demand".  Since then I've always had the privilge of worshiping without getting errant hairs stuck on my tongue or in my teeth.  Another bonus of being a cuck!

Cuckold Meme of the Day: When the Bull takes Charge.

 Mistress decided when her slave would, or would not, be caged. But she has always been pretty indulgent. Never had one of her lovers get involved in those decisions. Missed opportunity?

 

CUckold Meme of the Day: Who's she texting?

In the days when Mistress had a lover or two (usually one on the front burner, and maybe a couple more on the back burners), it was always a bit of a turn-on when I'd hear her text chime go off, or see her texting with one of those sly smiles on her face.  Maybe while I was making dinner, or we were both sitting in the sun on our patio.  It might even happen while we read in bed before going to sleep at night. It took some discipline not to sneak a peek at her screen. Or ask her "who's texting?"  More tittilating was to speculate she was sexting with one of her "side dishes", or setting up a "nooner". 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Size Matters.

 Brings to mind Mistress's last lover, who, sadly moved away shortly after they hooked up.  She came home tender and sore.  "It was so big, slave." Clearly a lot bigger than her slave's "work-a-day cock". 

But did it make you come? "Oh Yes. A lot."

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Nocturnal Audio Emissions

 Reminds me of nights when I "slept" in the guest room while Mistress entertained her lover J in the room next door. In the morning I was happy to serve coffee to Jay before he headed back home, usually after one more round with Mistress. To his credit, Jay never got smug or condescending toward the cuck. Though I think he was mystified why I would allow another guy access to my uber-hot wife.

Ask Mick--- responding to a reader 's chastity question

 Despite desperately looking for content, it's surprising that I've not latched onto the gimmick that the Washington Post and other media outlets have used to fill pages-- the shop worn "advice" columns.  They started, I suppose, with "Dear Abby", and now feature a broad collection that includes "Ask Amy" at the Post, or "Social Q's" at the New York Times. 

So in the absence of any hot cuckolding action here to recount, and my being a little too lazy to do more Molly and  mick cuckold fiction, let's try responding to a reader question from yesterday:

Q. What's the longest you've worn the chastity device you have? Is the device comfortable for long time wear? Have you considered getting a new device? What are your thoughts about handing the key to your device to your wife's lover?  

Anonymous

A.  Well A, that's a few questions but  I am happy to give them a shot. 

• My best recollection is that the longest I have worn a "chastity device" aka "cock cage" is about 24 hours. And it's been a while since I have worn one at all. Mistress Molly always pampered her house slave, and usually succumbed to my whining about it being uncomfortable, particularly during sleep when an errant woody pops up. Ouch.  
• We have tried a few devices, starting with the good old plastic model, and trying some metal cages. While some are more comfortable than others, there is typically some chafe where the ring encrciles the scrotum. They can also be a bitch to put on, particularly in cold weather when contraction makes it hard to slide those balls into the hard metal (or plastic) ring. ( A warm shower on a cold moring sometimes helps!)
• Since we have drifted away from chastity play, I've not shopped for a new one in years. We typically only used them when Mistress was off with a lover, or when she decided she did not want me to go solo to a social occasion without assurance that I would not "get into trouble".  (Of course there was no real threat of that, but the mind game was always fun!).
• Of course, the fantasy of a dominant "Bull" demanding control of Mistress's key to my cock cage is a hot one.  What cuck does not imagine a circumstance where his wife's "Bull" demands exclusive right to vaginal sex with the cuckoldress? And what better way to take the temptation away than by controlling the key to the beta husband's cage?  So far, no one has ever asked for the privilege. I don't think Mistress ever let her lovers know that her cuck was caged.  The "Sara Girl" Blog (it's on our blog role) has an ongoing story line about a husband and wife who let her out-of-town lover take possession of the key for months at a time. A very stimulating hypotthetical, isn't it? But it hardly sounds practical for a long term arrangement, though.  What if there is a medical emergency? Or you need to take a plane ride and your cage is metal? I suspect the TSA has seen that sort of metallic image on their screening device before, but how humiliating?  (Then again isn't caging cocks all about humiliation?)

In preparing to answer this question I went exploring for images to illustrate our cage collection, and stumbled onto something that might actually solve many of the practical problems arising should a lover require control over a cuck's cage. Or, in the alternative, if the wife was too much of a pushover when it came to responding to a caged cuck's whining. What if a cage could be unlocked remotely, say in the event of an emergency, or if the "Bull" was a long distance lover who got off on the idea of controlling the timing and frequency of a married couple's ability to enjoy a conventional sex life?

New technology now allows a blue tooth controlled cage in the form of the "cellmate 2":

Imagine a controlling lover who can remotely hold the keys to a cuck's cock cage. Molly would not have to deal with Mick's whining that the cage is too tight, or chafing, or hard to sleep in. "Out of my hands, slave.  Take it up with HIM."  Yikes. 

But there's more.  The Cellmate 2 has a "shock" feature that allows someone with the electronic "key" to deliver a "cock-shock"  either on an "as needed" basis, or at regular pre-set intervals. Double Yikes.  Promotional material even suggests using the shock effect for your caged cuck's alarm clock. 

Hopefully Mistress won't ask for one of these for an upcoming birthday or anniversary present. I can't say "no" to her, can I?

Thanks for the questions Anonymous!