Embargo Lifted

It was a hectic and eventful weekend here at the UCTMW World HQ. So busy that our Sunday morning got away from us here, delaying our blog post for reasons that will become clear later in this post.

First off, Mistress had an early Saturday morning “date” with her new lover, J (sorry to our friends over at All Mine, but I’m not making this name up).  He lives only about 15 minutes from our home, in a  lovely and rustic “love shack” where Mistress is already feeling like home, at least from the description I heard last night about  her  wandering around J’s house naked.

Meanwhile, Slave had taken on some babysitting duty for my cute grandsons. The three of us were down at the local farmers market, noshing on gelato, when I got a call from Mistress, who was heading to a hair appointment at around noon. Her carnal needs have been skillfully taken care of…. at least for the time being.

When I asked her  how things had gone, she expressed her enthusiasm, but said she had a confession to make.

“What is it Mistress?”

“It’s a little embarrassing,  Slave…. I need you to help me retrieve a condom that he accidentally left behind.”

Oops.  Very sloppy work there, J.

Of course, the more experienced and considerably older Slave was up to that task…. My fingers have gone spelunking before…. I can recall a lost sponge furtively retrieved in a chemistry classroom before a college football game at my alma mater a few years back.

“I’m happy to help out Mistress…. But tell J he need not be so reluctant to go exploring on his own….in the future I may charge a fee for this service.”

By around 2 pm, we were both home and I let the children play on their own for a few minutes while I knelt between Mistress's outstretched knees and went on my fishing expedition into Mistress’s clean shaven folds.  A little stretching, poking and probing found the foreign object, which I gently removed and disposed of.  I even gave Mistress some worship as a bit of a compensation for her “ordeal”.

After about 4 hours of  baby sitting, my work as the doting grandpa was done, and the kids were collected.  That gave us a little time for a bike ride in the marvelous sunshine here in River City before prepping for dinner.

You see, J was coming over, to share a meal and  watch “Game Change” with us here at  UCTMW central.

I had to admire Mistress for being willing to invite her new lover over here after only a couple of passionate one on one sessions. And I had even more respect for J, who apparently is already feeling connected enough to Mistress to wade into what no doubt must seem like a rather bizarre arrangement to him.

I mean, how many guys have a hot relationship with a slightly  older married woman going on, only to be invited over to share dinner with her “in on the secret” devoted hubby/ slave.

No doubt you want to know a little more about J.

He’s born and raised in River City, though he has spent a few years of his career overseas.

He’s not currently married, and about a year younger than Mistress.

He’s about as tall as her Slave, but maybe a few pounds lighter.

And, as it turned out, he was more than game to wade into  our rather strange arrangement here at UCTMW.

Give him credit for quickly not only finding Molly’s AM post, but connecting her to her UCTMW alter ego. He surprised her with an email to our blog email address, and was engaging enough in his prose to rise above all of the “riff raff “clamoring for her attention. And though he is not a student of the blog, he knows enough about the goings on here to be intrigued.

And here he was, sharing our dinner of grilled Char and pesto gnocchi on a warm March Saturday night.

He even spent the night, down in the “man cave”.

This morning, when we woke, a little later than normal because of the time change and our late night, Mistress first exercised her rights over  her work-a-day cock here in the executive suite.  Then she slipped into a short robe and trundled downstairs to make sure our house  guest shared in her hospitality.

And the good news was that J had not crept off into the night, wondering what was with these two “lunatics”.

Too Early. A Little Late.

Our body clocks are going wacko here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Last evening, after a drop by at a desultory retirement party for an old friend, we were home earlier than expected. For reasons that may be a little hard to explain, Slave had been kind of horny since mid-morning. So when it became obvious that this party was going to be leaden, we slid out the back door for the quick drive home. 

Grazing had satisfied any hunger for food, but there was that other hunger to deal with.  That involved Slave deploying Mistress's favorite power tool, first over the top of her black (conventional) tights. Then after she slithered out of them.  Though at some point Mistress decided that my use of the tool was a little deficient, and she took over herself to finish the job. 

Fortunately, that poor performance on my part did not cause her to withdraw privileges for the evening. And Slave's needs were more than indulged over the next twenty minutes or so of rather robust lovemaking, featuring some smutty speculations about Mistress's newly found FWB.

But it was still only about 8:30 pm.  Despite the early hour, Mistress was soon snoozing, after a very long week in which she was tending to candles at both ends, so to speak.

But an early to bed made for another very early morning encounter here in the Exective Suite. 

It's 4 am --- what do you want to do Slave? 

I think we all know the answer to that question, and what happened here next.

Now typically, we can both get back to sleep at that hour after some exuberant fucking. Particularly on a Saturday morning.

But Mistress was a little --- shall we say "on edge".

She and her new friend have a little early morning "booty call" set up.  She's planning to leave here at 8:30 am. And she could not settle back to sleep with the buzz of  anticipation filling her beautiful little head. So we have been up reading the papers, and books for the last few hours.  Which explains why this post is going up a little later than normal.

One thing we noted was this article in the morning Times, about some soft core porn literary phenomenon called "Fifty Shades of Grey".  Maybe this is why blog readership seems to be a little down. Suburban moms don't have to troll for sex blogs when they can pick up this effort involving a seductive tycoon, an innocent co-ed and props like handcuffs and riding crops. Though the judgmental whiners quoted in the article tutt tutt about "a lot of violence" and that "this guy is abhorrent sometimes."  And there is nastiness about "plodding prose and the habit of printing lengthy contracts ...."

Sound familiar?  Mistress may have to load this toasty tome on her kindle just to see what has all those Moms "relighting a fire under a lot of marriages". Of course, it also has us wondering why we didn't just skip this blog and turn our own plodding prose into a novel like this one. Cha-ching.

But that was an hour ago.

Now Mistress is showering, in preparation for her early morning rendezvous.

"I thought you were just going to roll out of bed and head over there, Mistress?"

"Well there won't be any make-up Slave.  But don't you think I should shower and shave?"

"I'm not sure..... I know I like you reeking of sex, and with a little bit of stubble to provide some texture...."

But who can blame her for wanting to get things off on the right foot?  Or the cleanest of shaven folds?

Yawn.

Here at the world HQ, Mistress and Slave were a little worn down last night. Of course, she had a later than normal night Wednesday evening, then an early morning drive for meetings in our oh so flat state capitol.

And Slave had a busy day himself. 

When Mistress got home at around 7:30 pm, bone tired, and complaining about some sore muscles.

Poor baby....


I made sure to get dinner going, giving her sometime to catch up on work emails. At dinner we had a chance to replay some of the prior nights events, still subject to blog embargo.

And when we slid into bed, at an early 9:30 or so, I made sure to worship those clean shaven folds slowly and gently, knowing that Mistress was a little too tired for some pre-sleep fucking.

But somehow, once again, we both found ourselves awake here in the executive suite at around 3:30 am. Mistress thought about firing up her kindle, but I had a surprise for her in the form of a thickening middle of the night cock.

"Let's go for it, Slave....."

"Your wish is my command, Mistress...."

HNT / Mistress in Repose

Mistress had a late night Wednesday. The exact nature of her activities are currently under blog embargo.  But I can say she came back looking a little disheveled and with a goofy grin on her face sometime after 11:30 pm.

I was anxiously waiting her return, not just because I missed her and wanted to hear about what she had been up to, but also because I'd been locked in that damn steel cock cage all day.

Once she sauntered in, she took her sweet time to remove what was left of her make-up, while I had to tease out some of the smutty details. But ultimately the cage was unlocked (ahhhh!), and Slave was allowed to show his gratitude.

And there was a second round of love making at around 4 am this morning, when somwhow we both found ourselves awake, still mulling over the evening's developments.  So let's cut her some slack if she sleeps in a little later than usual this morning.