Recently Mike, our on again, off again Western Correspondent (should we call him a "stringer" now?) suggested that we might be better off looking for a local "Ski Bum" to satisfy Mistress's need for a little extra sexual attention on our long trips west.Surely there are guys up on the mountain who wouldn't mind cuckolding old Mick and taking advantage of Mistress's lush, demanding body?
Well, for the most part, the ski bums here in our little corner of the Rockies are an unkempt lot. Think a guy with an untrimmed beard and ponytail, duct tape holding together his ski gloves, who hasn't showered for a week because he sleeps in a van in the ski mountain parking lot to make sure he doesn't miss any of that that early AM powder.
This is not Vail or Aspen, where the "ski bums" are the sons of hedge fund managers or Silicon Valley Barons, with slope side condos to retreat to after their ski valet stores their skis and boots until morning.
But once in a while you do run into a potential candidate on the mountain. About two weeks ago we shared a lift with a novelist (let's call him Dirk) who lives an hour north of here, high on an abandoned ski resort. He seemed interesting, and we shared information, and actually found him on Amazon. We talked about getting together again on the mountain, and although we traded a few texts (I cleverly gave him Mistress's cell number to contact us), we did not "hook up" until yesterday.
It was a blustery snow day on the mountain. Mistress took a few runs and retreated to a fire side lounge at the base, while slave added to his run count. As I boarded a lift after a run through the trees, who pops up on the chair next to me next to me but Dirk. We chatted on the ride up, took 2 more runs together, and I then declared my plan to go meet Molly at the base and take her home for lunch.
"I'll go down with you and say hello."
Mistress was a little surprised that I had Dirk in tow when I found her warming at fireside in her foxy, form fitting black ski wear. We chatted a bit, then I left the two of them alone with the pretext that I had to change out of my ski boots before heading home.
When I returned, Mistress and Dirk were sitting side by side on a little couch in front of the fire, looking very cozy. We all talked twenty minutes more, then I took my "matchmaking" thing a little farther.
"If you want, stop by our house for some coffee on your way down the mountain."
He was interested, and we made sure he had our address. He even said he noticed our black Subaru pulling out of our drive on the way up the canyon, so knew exactly where we were located.
Dirk did stop by. I lit a fire, made some coffee. Mistress was stretched out on our couch when he arrived, reading her kindle. He stayed for more than two hours, and we traded opinions and stories on politics, books, and movies. (He has been an extra in several movies filmed in these parts and had amusing tales about famous and not so famous actors and directors). He had some interesting (if far out) theories on the Kennedy Assassination and UFO's. But then this is crazy country!
Finally, he took his leave, but not before commenting "I like you guys! You're interesting."
He's divorced, and shared some interesting opinions on how most of the local ladies are a little too . . . . how shall we say it . . . flannel shirty ..... for his taste. He clearly is looking. And he prefers a woman who shaves her legs and wears a little make-up to a lady lumber jack.
Mistress clearly falls into the former camp. (In fact, as is well known to our readers, she shaves more than just her legs!)
So what happens next?
"He's interesting slave. But how do you broach the subject that I am "available". Won't he think that's a little weird?"
Well that is the problem, isn't it?
SO dear readers.... you help us make the call. How does one introduce the concept of consensual cuckoldry to a guy like Dirk?
