Sex Refugee

It was one of those rare "abstinence days" here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, at least for Slave.

Mistress had one of those "way-too-early" Monday morning meetings which made our traditional wake-up sex session impractical.  Then, after a morning of work, we had to rent a truck, drive to our daughter's charming little campus town, and  load up the detritus of a her senior year.

Where do frat boy boyfriends disappear to when it come time to move all that crap out of their girlfriend's off-campus apartment?

Supposedly he had to move his own stuff. Or maybe it was a final round of beer pong?

In any event, by the time we did all that loading and unloading, and returned the truck, then took the kids out to dinner at a local Southwest joint to celebrate "Margarita Monday", we were too burned out for conventional sex.

Of course, Mistress did get some bed time worship to tide her over.

"That was nice, Slave....."

And tasty, I might ad.

But today things are definitely looking up for Mistress.

As we drove north in our rent-a-truck, Mistress was on the phone confirming her date today with her lover, Jay.

"Will 12:30 to 2:30 work, dear?", she asked in that cute little voice she adopts when on the phone with her lover.

It seems that it will. Although it was left unclear who would be picking up lunch. Then again, after nearly two weeks without cuckold sex, maybe their appetites will be for something other than cheese and crackers.

Of course, Jay knew I was listening in as they made their plans.

"Jay says 'hi', Slave....."

"Hi, Jay....."

So at least Mistress will get a chance to vocalize during sex this afternoon, with Jay's house in the burbs acting as a temporary refuge.

Hopefully, Slave will get a chance for some satisfying, if "under the radar" sex, this morning before I head to work.