Cuckolding in the White House?

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!

Thanksgiving with the Dommes

One thing we had to be especially thankful for yesterday was a relatively painless, incident free Thanksgiving dinner at Mistress's mother's house not far from the UCTMW World HQ.

Festivities did not begin until 5 pm, leaving time for wake-up sex here at home, a bike ride, and an afternoon nap that was preceded by some face between the thighs time (my face, her thighs, of course).

It was the second year in a row that Mistress and Slave craftily dodged the TG dinner hosting duties. What a relief not to engage in all that set up, cleaning and organizing. We did agree to provide the turkeys, which was a snap. We order them in advance from a funky local BBQ joint that specializes in deep fried and smoked turkeys for their holiday customers. You drive by, they pop them in your trunk, all cut up and slathered in BBQ sauce. Delicious, and so convenient. Two turkeys for $50? And so much leftover we could eat turkey for a week if we could handle the post meal comas that always seem to ensue.

In attendance at dinner were Mistress's sister and brother in law. Our cute Co-Ed (the other is "studying" overseas), and Mistress's step sister,  her husband and three geeky sons. Although the dinner conversation, dominated by the geeks, veered to the tedious, the food was great, the wine flowed, and we were able to make our excuses and crash at a reasonable hour.

Before dinner I quietly cued Mistress to stand next to her mother, the Dowager Domme, so I could take this photo of the two of them in their black boots and tights, complemented by simple black dresses and some striking jewelry for the holiday.  These are not two ladies who would be caught dead in one of those colorful holiday sweaters with an overstuffed turkey woven across the boobs. Indeed, you can see where Mistress got her style cues, and "take charge" disposition. At 75, the Dowager Domme has not lost an iota of her high fashion sensibility.

Obviously, at least one  daughter did not fall far from the heel of her Mom's kinky boots.

Weekend Planning

Mistress and Slave are readjusting their schedules these days to accommodate the addition of an additional cock for Mistress to cavort with.  And since she has a busy work day, it isn't always easy.

I left all of you hanging a bit in yesterday's post..... yes, Mistress and J headed up to the Executive Suite as I was cleaning up the dinner dishes Wednesday evening.  AS they tended to their business, I hunkered down with Rachel Maddow and the rest of the MSNBC lineup, and took care of some work emails.  At some point I may have drifted off on our couch, to be woken at around 11 pm when Mistress and J came drifting downstairs. He was dressed, ready to head home. She was in a short black robe, her full, long dark hair disheveled, and a goofy "well fucked" grin on her face.

After Mistress kissed her new lover goodnight in the doorway, she and I adjourned to the bedroom. Frankly, Slave was a little sleepy, and had no plans to give Mistress a round two. Though I was anxious to feed on those clean shaven folds, if only to satisfy my curiosity about the added flavor to her typically seductive bouquet.

But after I had suckled Mistress to another of what surely was quite a few "Hump Day" cums, she had something else in mind.

I want my cock now, Slave.....

And of course, what Mistress wants is what she gets.

Yesterday, Mistress had an after work meeting not far from J's workplace. So it came as no surprise to me when I heard from her that she was meeting him for a little nosh (no hanky panky she claims), before she came home for dinner with me..... and also some hot sex in the Executive Suite afterwords.

This weekend, Slave has the annual all males in tuxedos event celebrating the guy who drove the snakes from the Emerald Isle. And although I suppose I could invite J to join for for a little male bonding over Guiness and Jamieson, Mistress has other plans for him:  old fashioned Saturday date night.

"He asked if he can take me out to dinner, Slave."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I'd much rather spend the night in bed, maybe eating a little cheese and drinking a little wine when we come up for air...."

"And what was his response?"

"He clearly wasn't going to argue over that plan, Slave."

HNT/ End of Tights Season?

We've had a strange few weather days in River City... sunny, balmy, in the 70's.  Mistress has prematurely abandoned her black tights (with and without apertures) and has gone for the boots and bare legs look, as shown by this peek of her on the way home from work this evening.

She was anxious to get home for a couple of reasons:  to go for an after work bike ride in this glorious weather, and because her new FWB was coming over for dinner.

I do feel a little sorry for J.  It's clear he enjoys Mistress's seductive company.

Who wouldn't? (well Maybe not Mitt or Ricky Santorum....but they are clearly outliers.)

But I am sure he's also confused about a guy who would willingly let his wife cavort in this way.

SO while he actually did show for dinner this evening, I could tell as I prepared dinner and he and Mistress sat on the couch, holding hands and watching Chris Matthews, that he was a little nervous.

Before he arrived, Mistress was prepping her self in a very seductive fashion. short, casual black dress.


And, "No underwear, Slave....is that bad....."

"No, Mistress, that's just an evening home, au natural."

As we cleaned up after the bike ride, Mistress offered to let me worship.

"But wouldn't it be better to let you simmer, Mistress..... I'm wondering if you can get J to overcome his reluctance to take you here at our house, with your devoted husband at home....a little latent horny may give you a little extra incentive...."

As it turned out, we had a nice dinner... some grilled salmon, roasted potatoes and sauteed green beans.   Hopefully a little wine relaxed all of us. And as I cleaned up afterwords, Mistress asked to have a word with me.

"You really don't mind if J and I adjourn to the bedroom, Slave?"

"Go for it Mistress....."

And so they did.

HNT / Mistress's Distracting Boots

Yesterday Mistress had plans to meet with a friend at the end of the day. A male friend, I might add, who - presumably in jest - had warned her not to wear her over the knee boots which he had described as "distracting".

Of course Mistress does not take "direction" well. I mean she is a Mistress isn't she?  And it was seasonably cold here yesterday in River City. We even had a wisp of snow in the AM - our first of the season. So what did she wear: those black over the knee boots that were the consensus recommendation of our readers in Tuesday.

We both ended up at home at around 6 pm, and I asked her how that meeting went.

"Well it was odd, Slave."

"How so, Mistress?"

"He did seem a little .... distracted. But he did seem to have a need to reach out and touch my boots."

"I'll bet he did."

We had thought about heading to the gym - it was too cold and gloomy for a bike ride. But we decided to bundle up and go for a walk instead. But first things first.

I still had that cage locked on tight -- since we had drived separately to accommodate Mistress's end of day meeting.

"How about a little worship, and then you can unlock me Mistress?"

"In a moment Slave."

I do think she likes to drag things out.

But soon she was lying back on the bed, those booted legs spread to allow me access. Naturally, her peek-a-boo tights were there to allow me easy access. (When I snapped that photo, I had to strategically place a pillow -- this is an R rated sex blog, after all.)

"Maybe your friend sensed that there was something on display not far above those boot tops, Mistress.... that could explain why he was "distracted".

"Oh Slave..... now why would he think that?"

Closer Domme

Mistress is in a business that sells services to other businesses. And one of her duties is to make the pitch - close the deal - to bring in  new clients. It has it's ups and downs, particularly in this tough economy. Sometimes the sledding is tough. But yesterday was .... unusual.

She filled me in when she picked me up at the end of the day, with a quirky smile on her face as she let me settle into the driver's seat. Of course, she was impressively attired: black dress, peek-a-boo tights, and black boots.

Yum.

Well apparently this costume had created some ripples during the day.

I'll pick up the narrative as Mistress was driving to a customer meeting with two of her younger female colleagues.

"We're driving to meet with a prospect, Slave, and first I get a call from one of my 'admirers'... he wants to meet later this week, but had a special request."

"What was that Mistress?"

"He said please don't wear those over the knee boots.... they're too distracting!"

"Awww.... poor boy."


"What did you tell him, Mistress...."

"That if you can't take the heat....."

"Exactly".

"Then at this meeting.... the strangest one I've ever been to...."

"How so, Mistress?"

"The President of this company comes in.... sits next to me.... way too close for comfort.... and says 'you were so aggressive with us over the phone.... I just had to meet you in person...."

"How come?"

"He said it was my voice.... that I was very 'insistent' about what they had to buy from us...."

"And...."

"And he really liked that approach...."

"Did he try to argue with you?"

"Well he tried to ask for a discount.... and I said 'No'."

"And how did he react to that...."

"He rolled over on that too, Slave...."

"Did he make any comments about your get up, Mistress?'

"Well he said something like 'just look at you. You match your voice...."

"I have a feeling you'll be hearing from this guy again...."

"You think?....He is a little shorter than my taste, Slave...."

"They all look the same size when they're on their knees, Mistress."

"So true, Slave."

When we got home, Mistress was mulling which of her thigh high boots to wear to that meeting later this week.  We even did a photo shoot, and ask for your advice... which do you think will be most likely to distract her "admirer"?

These are black leather......one of my favorites in her collection. (note the special occasion tights!)

These are dark brown suede.

So let Mistress know what you think.

Ringing Out the Old....

It's been some time since Mistress and Slave soldiered through the last week of the year at our respective offices - parts of the skeleton crews than hang in there until the bitter end. And I can't really complain. Life this week was nice and slowly paced, giving me time to catch up on some of those tasks you put off, and then  put off some more.

By yesterday, I had even run out of those tedious things to do. And since my Contract forbids engaging in the "hands on" work activities of the type our WC distracts himself with at the UCTMW Mountain Zone branch office, I was grateful for a little diversion. Mistress, our cute C0-Ed and one of her  Co-Ed  friends decided to join me for lunch. All three of them seemed of a kind, - with black boots, tights or leggings. So naturally I had to take a picture of my "booted babe" lunch companions.

(B, my colleague who has a bit of a crush on Mistress, had a sad hangdog look on his face when he saw my lunch company and was unsuccessful in wheedling an invitation to join us.  Maybe next year, B!)

After lunch, Mistress took the girls on a little shopping expedition in River City's compact middle American downtown, while her Slave went back to work.  But by around 3 or so, she sent the Co-Eds on their way, and stopped back at my office for an early departure. Hell, I was one of the last folks in my office by then.

Now, since we were heading home, it probably made more sense to wait until we were in the friendly confines of our CEO's Executive Suite for a little hanky panky.

But why wait?

"How about a little last of the year office worship, Mistress?"

"Good idea Slave.... and since I have those special tights on, I don't even have to slide off a boot."

Mistress settled into her throne, pressed against the door to assure a little privacy. She spread those delightful thighs, in their black tights .... it was enough to make even a jaded Slave squirm. If only old B knew what was going on just a few doors away.

I hesitated just a moment, to take a fetching photo, before "digging in".

After a few minutes of devotion, Mistress thighs were pressing against my cheeks, her boots draped over my back and she was moaning through a nice quaking cum.

"Mistress, with those tights and boots, you could make a Slave out of just about anyone."

"She had a pensive look for a moment.

"Do you really think so, Slave?"

HNT / Hot Shoes and Some Angst

We’ve been getting some wonderful correspondence from Donna, our Southern Correspondent, who has been picking up the slack for our WC during his period of infirmity…. More on that later…..

As you may recall from some earlier entries here, Donna has some physical challenges, but she and her husband have risen to the occasion by keeping a high kink factor going in their marriage, as demonstrated by their contribution to “The Asses of UCTMW” a few weeks back. (Well, Donna’s contribution. We are still waiting for Bill’s show and tell).

They are great roll models for us here at UCTMW.

Yesterday we got this great dispatch from Donna, which we had to share, along with the wonderful photo:


“I would love for us to get together sometime and have a chance to get to know each other, share a drink and dinner, visit and laugh. Until then, I enjoy being able to share some of wonderful things that happen in life.

My family teases me about boots all the time. It is a habit of mine to send my sister and daughter-in law pictures of shoes and boots, especially boots, that I think they should buy based on what I would like to wear. When our son and daughter-in-law were married I had to wait until the wedding to see her bridal dress but, as a gift that said she knew me well, she showed me her wedding shoes weeks earlier. And they really were spectacular! She is about 4'11" and tries to keep her weight up to 85-90 pounds! Our son is 6'4" and a very muscular 240 pounds. She said she didn't want the wedding photos to look as though he was marrying a midget, so she hunted until she found just the right thing, lace ankle boots with very high heels. Gorgeous! Do you want to guess which spouse rules the roost in that family? lol

But, back to the point of the email, I love Molly’s boots. I mean I love that wonderful assortment of gorgeous boots. The pictures with them on the dashboard of your vehicle are great, and I especially love those very hot - over Mick's back- view of them. I think maybe my husband may have become a bit tired of hearing me talk about them.

Yesterday we were out and about when Bill surprised me by pulling into the parking lot of a store, saying we were there to try on some shoes. That was all he said. He got my chair out of the back, rolled me in, and I continued to think we were going to be looking for shoes for him. No! He wanted me to be able to try on some sexy boots and take some pictures I could have. How amazing is that? The boots didn't work out. One foot is fused so it wouldn't make the necessary bend to get into the boots and the other foot just isn't cooperative. Not fazed in the least, he rolled me around to choose the most outrageous "come hither" shoes in the store, picked out boxes of them - several sizes too large so the foot would slide along the top rather than be pressed to the bottom. He knelt like Cinderella's balding and bearded Prince Charming, placed a shoe on my foot and took a picture with his cell phone. And then did it again. Thirty one years of marriage, friends since we were nine years old, and he can still surprise me and give me goose-bumps.

Hooray for romance!

Donna”

Considering that Donna and Bill seem entertained by Molly’s extensive boot collection, we are thinking next week has to be “Boot Week” here at UCTMW…. Maybe we can get some of our readers (or other bloggers) to join in the fun by sending or posting some kinky boot shots to share?

We will be thinking of some clever shots to share!

Now back to our regular programming….

Here at the UCTMW World HQ there was a certain degree of angst yesterday.

As we have reported with what turns out to be way too much tongue-in-cheek (or wherever), our Western Correspondent has been under the weather, and for a change, we had become convinced that he was not simply featherbedding to jack up the value of his worker’s comp claim.

But yesterday …. Well, he just fell off the radar completely.

Mistress and he are usually in pretty regular contact during the work day. And when she did not hear from him, she texted …. but no replies. There were some calls from his line at some point, but again, when Molly called …. No reply.

And no one picked up at his office either, when her Slave attempted to see if there was a problem.

As we took our end of the day bike ride in beautiful 60 degree weather here, we talked through various scenarios, none of which were pretty.

Molly and M have grown very close over the last year. I know she was troubled about what this silence meant. And I was trying to be supportive, spinning the situation to help her retain her optimism.

We even made a date to talk it over last evening with our friend Aisha, who we figured could have some professional insights.

Then, after dinner, Mistress saw another call had come to her phone from M. She rang him back ---- he finally answered.

M is in the hospital.

He clearly was very grogged up, presumably on pain killers or sedatives. Fortunately he retained his cell phone and could squeeze in a call, despite all those signs about “no electronic devices”.

I won’t go into the details…. can’t violate our WC’s HIIPA rights! But M claims he will be sprung loose today. Here we are hoping they keep him under close watch for another day or two to make sure he is fully functioning.

(My sense from the sounds of Mistress’s giggling voice, upstairs as I compose this at the kitchen counter, is that M may already be on the mend.)

And at the least, before his discharge, the nursing staff should be allowed to conduct some experiments with the special equipment he brings to the gurney. I mean, shouldn’t there be some perks in the stressful job of restoring our WC to robust health?

Get better fast, you big lug!!!!

Taking One for the Team

Mistress stopped by my office for some worship yesterday after her lunch hour. She had her new, over the knee boots on, with those  sexy black tights underneath.

Yum.

Since we were in a bit of a hurry – I had a conference call approaching in about 10 minutes – we were very efficient.

She had me pull off one boot, then she pulled down one leg’s worth of those delicious tights, giving me all the space I needed to lavish her with my tongue. Soon she was bucking against me, one naked leg and one booted leg draped over my shoulders, pulling my face to her until she had her fill.

Afterwards, I took this photo of her on her “throne”, so you can see the boots. I think they will be well received at the play party, don’t you?

And then I emailed a copy of the photo off to our Western Correspondent, just to give him a preview, and let him know that his little cyber slave had been taken care off here in River City, at least for the time being.

Cruel of me?  Or simply keeping M up to date? You be the judge.

Later, at home, we jumped on our bikes to catch the last of the Indian summer sunlight. As we rode,  Mistress shared some of her conversation with our Western Correspondent that afternoon.

“He’s very curious about the munch and play party, Slave.  I think he’s a little jealous…”

“Well of course, Mistress .  I am sure he’d love to join in … maybe tie you to some piece of furniture and toy with you for all to see…..”

“And he’s been thinking about what I should wear…. He thinks leather would be good….”

I can see this could involve a shopping trip.

Later, as I was preparing some green beans and trout for dinner, Mistress was sitting at the kitchen counter, laptop in front of her and her little I-phone there too. The repeated chimes told me that M was chatting back and forth with her via text.

I raised an eyebrow. Curious, but not nosey is the way I like to play it under those circumstances.

“He says you must be very good with that tongue of yours’ slave.”

“I do enjoy using it to please you, Mistress….”

It’s true. It’s both a pleasure for me,  and an acquired skill that can always be honed with practice and imagination. I do think that despite my advanced age, and maybe because of the patience that comes with it, I have gotten better at reducing Mistress to a puddle of vibrating female flesh using my lips and tongue.

Of course, my skills may not be able to replicate the intensity and efficiency of the trusty Hitachi, but at least I am more reliable away from a power source.

“M is wondering if we should try to get all four of us together – you, me, M and B [M’s mysterious wife]. He says she could Dom you, make you feed on her pussy for hours, while M and I …. Well….you know.”

“You can tell M that I am happy to take one for the team, Mistress….”

As I think I have mentioned here before, M is a little trigger shy when it comes to getting together with Mistress in the flesh.  While he has had invitations and opportunities, and while Mistress has a blanket free pass from me, her loving husband and slave, he has…. Concerns.

Spontaneous human combustion?

Falling irreparably under Mistress’s compelling spell?

Paranoia that B will use M’s adventure as license to engage in some adventures of her own?

There is that old goose and gander rule.

Sounds like all of those issues are bubbling up on M’s head. Maybe that explains the writer’s block.

In any event. If Slave has to throw himself at the feet of the voracious B and deploy my acquired oral skills as a tactical diversion, I am prepared to give it my best.

Of course, Mistress would also have to decide if she is willing to share my tongue in order to comsummate her burning passion for M’s special occasion cock.

It is a quandary.

Under these circumstances, it is so much better to be the one who simply takes the orders.