On the Road Again.....Again

Mistress and her devoted slave are on the road again, heading back to our SW hideaway after a few semi-scary weeks in River City, where the virus is more virile and it seems few are masked and taking it seriously.

This time we are heading west with our feisty cat, who has been remarkably mellow on this drive.  We wonder whether she got into some of those gummy edibles we picked up in CO on our last trio west.

We are taking our time, turning what used to be a two day trip into three.  That leaves us time for some leisurely wake up sex each morning in our scenic and empty B&B's before resuming the journey.

Fortunately, some new undies I had ordered for Mistress for Mom's day arrived just before we loaded up and headed west. Here she is modeling them, while trying to flush the cat out from under that lovely antique bed.

Ah, the pleasure of pet ownership!

Early AM Flirt

Even as the dust is still settling from the hotly contested primary season in River City, Mistress and her devote slave are heading west for two (hopefullY) blissful weeks at our SW hideaway. The snow has been melting a bit in recent weeks, and there may be too many spring breaking Texans on the slopes for our personal taste. But what the hell! It's better than the office.

We had a way too early flight this morning and are now languishing in ATL. But when you are a cuckold you take little bits of pleasure in what some guys might consider "fighting words".  Here is an example:

This morning at our gate Mistress noticed a group of guys who had "professional athlete" written all over them, from their designer sweats to their highly stylized dreds. We quickly surmised that (for whatever reason) several members of the Pussycats, our local never quite get there NFL team would be on our flight.  We aren't the types who ask for autographs, and simply kept our noses on screen as we waited to board.

We were in steerage, so as we stumbled down the aisle carrying our bags, Mistress preceding me, the First Class cabin was already full. Although it was early, Mistress was looking her best, in a black dress and black cowboy boots. Travel wear, but hot travel wear.

In the last first class row, sitting on the aisle was a vary large bearded AfAm guy, who I recognized as one of the Pussycats rather aggressive defensive lineman, none for his pass rushing ability.

Mistress's eyes met his, and words were exchanged. Mistress paused, and I could hear Mistress giggle a bit, and saw him smile, as she moved down the aisle. It wasn't until we settled into row 23 that I was able to ask Mistress what had transpired.

"So what was that about, Mistress?"

"Oh he was just flirting, slave."

"What did he say?"

"He asked if I'd rather sit next to him instead of the guy who was already there...(another team member, though built more like a D back)."

So how would all you other cucks (and non-cucks) react to this early am come on?