You probably have gotten the impression from these reports that Mistress is a devoted exercise fiend. And it's probably good for the well being of both of her men that she likes company when she exercises.Left to my own aging body's proclivity for inertia (What's the rule we learned in Physics? an object at rest tends to stay at rest, while one in motion tends to stay in motion), I would more likely than not find a place in the shade on a hot humid day with a newspaper or good book than try to increase my heart beat rate.
But Mistress likes to jump on her bike or go to the gym every day, and usually can persuade me to come along. Of course, when I do, I always appreciate the benefits, including watching Mistress's shapely ass and legs as I trail her up a steep grade.
Now Mistress has sucked her lover J into this routine. He's more of a golfer than someone into a hard core cardio fitness regime, but she's got him leading her (and sometimes us) on long rides through his hilly neighborhood, which is much more pastoral than our own.
Although it sounds like things got off to a slow start yesterday morning, which ties into something that may distinguish women from men.
She had spent the night, and I was leaving the UCTMW World HQ around 9: 30 am to pick up my cute grand kids for a swim, as my phone rang.
"Hi Slave.... just getting ready to go for a ride.... I'll see you around 1 pm back at home for sex... will you be ready for that?"
"Absolutely, Mistress!"
But then, at around 10:30 or so, I got another call as I was sitting at poolside, watching the two cuties paddle around in their water wings.
"Hi Slave.... still trying to get J moving.... should be biking soon....."
Hmmm. Wonder what had deterred their earlier departure, I'm thinking.
Back at home later, as we were shedding our clothes, Mistress filled in the blanks.
"Well we had some rather ... vigorous sex in the morning, Slave.... and he went back to sleep.... I had one hell of a time getting him up and out of bed."
As she was telling me her sad story, I followed her direction to insert "your device", the aneros, as a little extra stimulant.... not that my cock needed any more encouragement after nearly 30 or so hours of neglect.
"I can feel for him Mistress.... after we have sex, I'm usually the one to nod off, while you're invigorated and ready for the next activity...."
"I suppose that's true Slave...."
I handed her the laptop so she could read the blog, as I settled between her clean shaven folds to provide her with the stimulation she so clearly deserved.
Needless to say, Mistress ultimately got J moving, and they did another 15 miles before she headed home to see me.
And this morning, her plan is to head back over there for more "riding", time I will use to visit my grumpy mother.
But fortunately, we've built a little extra time into our morning for switch day.
Gee, I hope her bottom is not too sore for the saddle.
