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.