Before we get to our provocative headline, let me pause briefly to mark the sad passing of this year's tights season here in UCTMW Land. After (hopefully) a final blast of winter last week, warm weather has returned to our quaint river valley here in the heartland. Slave's been able to ride his bike to work, and Mistress has declared that her tights have been put away until next November.It's a shame in a way. Slave certainly has a lingering fetish for Mistress in those smooth, silky black tights that she wears during the winter months. But when she appeared at my office on Wednesday before we headed to dinner downtown with some friends, she was back into the bare legs / black boots look. Rest assured I made sure to provide a little late afternoon worship before we headed out into a warm, rainy night on the town.
Now, onto another subject....Mistress and slave have been binge watching the latest season of House of Cards, the dark political thriller starring Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright as a first couple so manipulative and cynical that they make our current crop of Presidential candidates look like characters from Sesame Street.
There have been a few choice moments of sexual adventure over the past three seasons: Frank providing some skillful oral worship while a young female reporter talks to her father on the phone; Claire in bed with a NYC artist lover; and a brief three way with a loyal secret service agent.
But this year, Frank and Claire have plunged full bore into the world of cuckolding, with Frank indulging his wife's flirtation with a much younger novelist / speech writer. The episode we watched last night ended with a tableau familiar on a few occasions here, and maybe in the homes of some of our cuckolding compatriots.
After getting "permission" from her husband, Claire has a White House sleepover with her younger lover. And there they are in the morning, in the kitchen upstairs in the Presidential residence, all quietly sharing breakfast:
Living the cuckold dream!
