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.

Perfect Night

It was just about a perfect night here at the UCTMW World HQ:

Bike ride in 72 degree weather, under the late evening, daylight savings time sun. Is this really mid March?

At home, Slave delving into those clean shaven folds (for the 2nd time today, btw --- lunch time worship too at Mistress's office conference room).

Mistress then directing her slave to insert his "device" (the aneros) to make sure her cock was well dimensioned for some wet and wholly riding.

After that, a smoked salmon salad, and fixating on the primary results from the redneck Riviera.

Exercise. Sex. Politics.

Can't beat that.

The only cloud on the horizon was news that our Western Correspondent may be abusing his UCTMW expense account again.

Mistress read me a series of disturbing text messages on the drive home.

Apparently Miguel had gone in for a little "grooming".  Imagine the concept of a Brazilian wax meeting the special occasion cock.  And, according to these texts, the SOC got a little "angry" with the provocations of the waxer.

"Then he asked if I wanted to see a picture, Slave."

"And what did you say....."

"I said 'No'.... I already have of those SOC pics that keep reproducing themselves in my Cloud...."

I can vouch for that.... try spending a few hours purging cock shots from an office computer and you can feel my pain.

. Makes me want to re-write that old Rolling Stones song..... "Hey cock, get out of my cloud."

I just don't want to see that wax job ( with an unreasonable tip) show up on the UCTMW Amex card.

Mistress Vigil

Slave's at home tonight, locked in my cage, as I've been this early this morning. I'm catching up on the news, emptying the dishwasher, that sort of thing. (If I had undie washing duties like Tammy over at All Mine, it would be a good evening to catch up on that, but I don't think Mistress really trusts me with her delicate items).

We're adjusting to the some new "facts on the ground" here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Mistress had a date this evening after work, for a "glass of wine" over at J's house. and as she was driving there she gave me a call.

"I'm on my way Slave.... I just got up and left a meeting that was dragging on and on.... just said I had to go...."

"Hmmm.... sounds like one horny Mistress..... has he been teasing you today?"

"He says he's never 'sexted' before Slave.... and he seems to like it."

I could imagine Mistress squirming in that open floor plan office, glancing down at her I-phone as each little smutty message popped up in a little blue bubble.

She described  one of them last night.... him scheming to fuck her from behind, she playing the more than willing  subject.

Shame on you J, driving Mistress crazy with lust this way.

"He left me a voice message, a few minutes ago wondering if 'Mrs. Collins' was on the way."

"Well, I'm sure he's been looking forward to that glass of wine, Mistress"

"I think he is Slave.... how's that cage, by the way?"

"Tight, Mistress.... very tight."

We went over my plans for the evening.... a drink and some dinner with a client.

"Don't get in trouble, Slave....I want to make sure that cage is still in place when I get home tonight."

Of course, there's no problem there.  Mistress put the key who knows where. And, regardless, it's a special thrill to have her unlock me when she gets home. 

I just hope she's got just a little energy left for her Slave to worship those clean shaven, if well used, folds.

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”.