Mistress is a bit of an exercise addict, and the thought of a 20 mile ride on a Sunday morning in the rolling countryside near his house was too hard for her to resist, even as compared to Switch Day at the UCTMW World HQ or a more private booty call with her lover.
Slave was dragooned into coming along, and I still have the aching muscles to prove it. My role in these rides is sort of the reverse of the legendary Ginger Rogers: as compared to them I have the older and heavier body and a slower bike to haul up those hills. Fortunately, I've been able to (sort of) keep up. And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
They did allow a brief break at a combined gas station, bait and convenience store about 2/3 into the ride, where there was a chance for her two lovers to compliment Mistress on her buff calf muscles. And when we were done, I lingered outside to make sure Mistress had a chance to give J a proper kiss adieu, since he was heading for the golf course with some friends. That gave Mistress and Slave a good part of the day to veg out with our cute Co-Ed, and take a much deserved late afternoon nap.
Well, you probably had the impression that this was a sex blog, and though there wasn't a whole lot of "action" to report from River City, thankfully I have the following piece from the WC, our hard working Investigative Reporter. He has enlisted his long suffering wife B to go undercover with him, and has finally found a story worth telling and will Woodward and Bernstein it until someone gives him the fucking Pulitzer Prize ( or an STD, whichever comes first):
B and I are fortunate
to live near the place where the really, really, really, rich people live
So we have great
restaurants
Not the chain
establishment the Mick so despises
Like Mortons, Ruth
Crist and the Capital Grill
No no no
These people have their
own restaurants with their own chefs
SO
B and I went out to one
of those restaurants last night
Chef Robert and his
wife Lynn, who are kind of friends with B and I, treated us to a fantastic
dinner
We spent two hours
eating
With no Kids!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
Then we adjourned to
our new club.........
Oh My fucking God
The theme was an
"eyes wide shut" party
People were dressed in
these crazy costumes
Bare breasted women
galore
Masks
And yes Donna .......
cock cozies... will get to that later
So the deal is you
bring your own beverage and give it to one of the bartenders... all very comely
young ladies last night:)
And give them a
generous tip
And they serve you all
night
So B and I were sitting
at the bar and a couple we had met a couple of Sunday's ago came up and said
" B and Miguel right?"
This guy was one of the
founding members and had provided most of the funding to buy the new club
He is a local MD and
weekend ski patroller for the last 30 years at a local ski resort
............. and he wants my wife!
So they had quite the
hug and kiss
His wife is about a 6
foot tall trophy wife
Wearing a strappy little
black dress
By strappy I mean her
breasts were totally out of the dress and her ass and pussy were totally
visible
Nothing else BTW
She sidled up to me and
said it is so good to see you again Miguel
Yes indeed it was.....
As I grabbed her
ass!!!!!!
Sliding a finger into
her
How fucking cool is
that????????
Anyway B and I made our
way out to the outdoor dance stage
Very very cool... It
was a perfect night cool, no wind and we danced
For an hour!!!!!!!!
We haven't danced since
forever
But Donna
Dancing next to us was
this crazy hot couple
She was a smokin' hot
tall lady dressed in a black cape and nothing else
Her boy friend had on
black chaps and nothing else
Except
A cock cozy
Seriously.............
he had this wool nitted thing around his cock and balls.... and he
had a huge cock
And she kept squatting
down and kissing it
And Donna lest you
think there was no BDSM going on there was a girl up on the stage all rapped in
black rope getting her nipples pierced by her master in a "eyes wide
shut" costume
To be
continued...........
Of course, Miguel, if this was Ben Bradlee editing the story, I'd have a couple of questions before hitting the "publish" button that I know our readers will ask: "which finger" and "which orifice"?
But I am sure we all look forward to hearing the end of this sordid tale. And fortunately, a stringer photographer was willing to get me a shot of the WC in his "deep cover" mask for this event.
