"Norwegians are Hot"

At least Mistress used a nearly 24 hour delay in Newark to fine tune her sexual tastes.

At one point as I was cruising across the great flat plains of Western Kansas, she texted me that the Norwegian business types sharing the United lounge with her and our children had a certain... appeal.

"Norwegians are  hot, Slave."

"Maybe you can finagle a quickie, Mistress...."

"Drag one off to a private shower area?"

(I know, I shouldn't be texting while driving.... but it kept me awake over the 26 hours from River City to our hideaway....)

She also made some connections with some rock profs from our local River City University who were escorting some students for a "dig" in the same region of the Himilayas where Mistress, our daughters and her mother are heading.

Mistress "minored" in geology back in the day, and she has often told stories about the furtive couplings in her tent with fellow students (and a Professor, as I recall) on remote dig sights in Wyoming and South Dakota. But what happened in the Black Hills stays there, right?

While Mistress was flirting to pass the time, Slave was earnestly missing her. And at a greasy spoon in Lardner, KS. where I stopped for breakfast, I thought I was hallucinating when I looked up and saw this image paying the tab for her eggs, short stack and bacon:

It was a strange Mistress double, maybe a little younger, but certainly the same complexion and body type, with firm thighs and muscular shoulders, and a tight butt embraced by her running shorts. She even had the same hair color, with her hair up and in a tie-dye band much like Mistress would do it.

It made me want to ask her a few questions -- clean shaven folds? Open to a little mid-ride worship? What's your attitude about cock cages? I was just curious about whether the similarities were more than superficial.  All very academic.

When I texted Mistress her picture, she was not amused.

By the time Mistress flight was finally in the air, with a stop in Zurich, Slave was finally pulling into the drive of our hideaway here in the high desert. A wind was blowing and it actually was cool here, and there was no forest fire haze. Perfect.... but for my absent Mistress.

After all those hours on my ass and in motion, once I unpacked, I had that dazed jet-lag feeling. The sort of mental fog that makes it hard to make decisions, or remember what you were in the middle of doing. I figured a bike ride might shake off the cob webs, so I unlocked the bike, and headed out, slelecting maybe a little too ambitious a route before acclimating to the 7000 foot plus altitude.

It did make me break a sweat, and recover my focus. But on the long holl climb back I found it "convenient" to stop and snap this photo of the marker on the drive of a celebrity neighbor:

She's that movie star with the big lips and distinctive smile. A Pretty Woman, quite literally, who was married to one of my favorite Texas musicians, Lyle Lovett. Not sure what the bird is about though.

Once home, I made some dinner for myself, watched the news, and monitored the progress of Mistress's Trans-Atlantic flight on the web.

And before falling to sleep, I made sure to follow Mistress's instructions, fueled by the vision of Mistress and one of those Norwegian guys. But don't worry, Suzanne, once a day will be enough to keep me in shape for Mistress's return.

Early in the morning, I did hear from her... that Viber App we downloaded worked amazingly well... internet to internet voice service that is much clearer than a Verizon or At&T connection. (oops.... is this commerical... will google boot me?)

Mistress says our younger daughter was whining that they should just stay in Switzerland....ah well.

Now they are on their way again, and Slave will have to wait another 10 hours or so to see who Mistress hit on the flight East.

Mistress Plays the Tease

J's "love shack" is in a tony, more rural part of our region, with big homes rolling hills and a nearby bike trail that has Mistress going gaga -

"I've told J that I may be more into the bike riding over here than the sex, Slave...."

"That's a little cruel, Mistress.... I'm sure you enjoy both ....."

But she clearly is feeling increasingly at home at what had been a rather spartan "bachelor pad" just a few weeks ago. And I do think in her devious way, she likes to tease us both with her brazen behavior.

Last night we headed there after work, my bike on board. She had left her bike there earlier in the week, along with a tooth brush and some other essentials.

"An interesting way to mark your territory, Mistress....."

She just gave me that "Moi?" look.

Once we arrived, I lingered in the drive, unloading my bike and sliding the wheel on. By the time I came inside, Mistress had already shed her pants and thong, which found a nice little resting place in his "living room", as shown above.

I think it may still make J a little uncomfortable when Mick is around that Mistress is so clearly "at ease" around him. And of course, Mistress seems to take some twisted pleasure in exploiting this discomfort for her own amusement.

So when I stepped out of the bathroom, where I changed into my riding shorts, Mistress was languishing in her black shorts, but bare breasted.

She had somehow persuaded J to launder her riding clothes left behind earlier in the week, but her jersey was still unaccounted for.

Ultimately, J found it on a heap of yet to be cleaned bed linens at the foot of her bed.  And I couldn't help turn the knife a little.

"Mistress, could it be that J was using that aromatic remnant of you in bed this week .... sort of as a reminder of the "benefits" you provide here...."

J rolled his eyes, as Mistress joined in.  "Sort of like I had you sleep with some of my lingerie when we were commuting, Slave...."

"That's sort of what I had in mind...."

Despite the fact that her jersey seemed a little "soiled" she slipped into it, and soon we were off on what turned into a long and exhilarating ride.  About 10  miles into it, we stopped for dinner in a little riverside town, where we enjoyed some beer (Mistress had wine) and a meal.

Clearly, Mistress was enjoying her Friday night "date" with her husband and lover.

"This is pretty nice, having two men wining and dining me.... I feel a little selfish."

Sometime in the evening, we finally got word via a curt text that our cute Co-ed would be spending the night with a friend in the City, which opened up some new options.  We didn't want her asking questions if her Dad came home without her Mom on a Friday night. A little "sketchy", as she might put it.

Mistress took me aside, "Slave,  J would like me to spend the night .... is that OK?"

Well of course it was not something she needed "permission" for was it?  But it was nice of her to ask, and of course she got my blessing.

By the time we finished our long ride back at the "love shack"  it was nearly dark.  I reloaded my bike, and J decided to take a quick trip to the nearby grocery for some provisions.

"Mick will keep me company while you're gone, J."

So there we were, alone in the her lover's comfortable home.

Could we resist?

Uhhh..... what do you think.

Soon Mistress had eased out of her sweaty riding shorts, and Slave was on his knees, on front of J's couch, giving her a little warm-up for what was surely to come.

After she was (temporarily) satisfied, Slave reminded me that the "no touch" rule remained in effect, and that she would see me in the morning, when I might get the chance I was already anxious for -- to fuck her brains out, so to speak.

I figured it was time for me to go. But Mistress had one more task for me.

She pulled off the jersey she'd been wearing, and was now completely nude.

"Slave, why don't you take these dirty things with you and put them in the wash?"

"Happily, Mistress...."

And that's how things were as I went to the door, just as J was returning.

I think he was a little surprised to see Mistress in the threshold there, kissing me good bye, completely naked, and ready to turn her undivided attention to him.

She is quite a tease, isn't she?