Navel Gazing

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we had one of those early mornings Monday that you could describe as "unusual".  Slave dutifully waking up Mistress at 7 am as requested..... Mistress saying "come in and give me a kiss", poor J, a tad uncomfortable with it all sort of hiding under the covers as I followed Mistress's directions, if gingerly.

I made coffee for the two of them (I had already been up and made my own), and when I came upstairs with it Mistress had already jumped in the shower as J got dressed for work.  So I joined Mistress in the shower, aching for her caress on her Slave's semi-alert cock, but mindful of the fact that we still had a guest and that Mistress would likely want to bid him adieu.

So as I finished up in the shower, Mistress stepped out, wrapped herself in a towel and (presumably) gave J a goodbye kiss.

While there was no time for conventional sex because of an early work appointment, I did get the chance to worship Mistress's freshly showered but well utilized folds as she read the blog I had written while they "slept in" (if that's what you call it when you wake up at 7 am on a Monday morning).

As we drove to work, and later on the drive home we tried to sort out all of the events of the night before.

Of course, we are not prone to navel gazing here at UCTMW. You know what I mean .... soul searching over life's ups and downs.  Not meaning to disrespect fellow bloggers who use their "ink" for introspection, but we prefer it light and saucy.  Our goal is to make you smile or tingle, not  empathize.

But every rule is meant to be broken, right? And we have broken some rules of conventionality here. So I suppose it doesn't hurt to share a little of our "temperature taking" yesterday.

Mistress, thankfully, is very aware that she could be crossing some boundaries here.  She's sensitive about how her Slave might react to her developing feelings and connection to J. And they are quite real.

Surprisingly, maybe, I'm cool with it. We are so connected after all these years that her pleasure is mine. I relish her stories about what she and J have been up to, and love the insouciant tone she uses when she talks to J on the phone, as she did before bedtime last night. Did I miss her in bed Sunday night? Of course.  Did it turn me on when she stopped by for a little drive by kiss before returning to her bed mate down the hall?  Hell, yes.

Was it worth the wait when we finally discharged all that sexual energy last night when we finally got home from work?  Absolutely.

Of course, we've got some role models out there in the blog-o-sphere we've learned from.  Suzanne, Jay and Tammy are at the top of the list. Their example and stories show us that .... yes..... you can do this.... we are not crazy. At least, not off your rocker crazy.

As for Mistress.... well she seems happy with it all.

"What woman would not want two men mooning over her, Slave?"

But I do worry a little that if this all becomes a little too much for J, he may back off, leaving Mistress feeling a bit abandoned and heart broken. She's laying it out there for him, taking some emotional risks.

Of course, the hardest role here is for J.  (no pun intended). He's not had the indoctrination that Mistress and Slave have had through our time with the blog-o-sphere, which has opened usup to the notion that  this sort of three way arrangement can be comfortable and rewarding , if not quite yet the "new normal."

Suzanne's comment yesterday that her own Jay took some time to "get with the program" gave us a laugh. Let's hope J can find that the potential dividends, in the form of the compelling woman of my dreams, outweigh the cringe factor when you wake up in the same house as the woman you are "dating", and his husband.

In the meantime, let's cut him some slack.  Their next sleepover can be at J's "love shack". This Slave will stay home and tend to the cats.

Our Mad Men Viewing Party

Mistress got back from her booty call yesterday morning by 10:30 am. It was a surprisingly  efficient session by their standards - J had a round of golf, and Mistress was looking forward to our bike ride and some sun.

But we were able to squeeze in some vanilla, but most gratifying, sex between our ride and her prime destination of a lounge chair  on our sun splashed deck.

Sadly, there was no time for a full on switch day to share with you. Believe me, you do not want to get between Mistress and a some spring sunshine, no matter what the contract may say! (Plus I had some concern about putting a little too much stress on Mistress's lovely body, after that morning session with J.)

Sadly, after about an hour, the sun was obscured by clouds, giving us a good excuse to adjourn to our Executive Suite with the New York Times. Mistress was tired, understandably, and there was a full evening in our plans.  Although she generously made that lush body available to me before we nodded off, I took a pass.

"You should probably pace yourself, Mistress.  It isn't even three, and you've already done it twice, with more to come this evening, i suspect."

But after our nap..... well, J called Mistress on his way back from golf. She placed her order for the flavor of ice cream she wanted him to pick up, and then the conversation went to the evening's sleeping arrangements.

"Mick and I have discussed this, J. I'll be sleeping with you this evening..... in (our teens's) bed...."

J clearly was a little concerned about how this would play out, but Mistress did her best to reassure.

"I know you think this is a little strange..... the downstairs would be OK if you really want that.... but I think you'll find her bed much more comfortable for us....."

Now as mentioned above, I was planning on letting Mistress rest her body a bit before the evening, but all this talk about who would be sleeping where, and the thought about what might go on behind those closed doors down the hall,  had Slave getting .... shall we say..... aroused.


Soon my lips and tongue were planted between Mistress's lush thighs, plying her clean shaven folds even before  she finished  her conversation.  Her moan of pleasure was a signal for me to suspend my oral attention and beg for permission to impose my engorged work-a-day cock upon her one more time that afternoon.

Fortunately, she was in a generous mood.

But soon it was time for me to get working on dinner prep, as Mistress "dressed" for the evening. When she came down to the kitchen where I was slicing mushrooms for the risotto, she gave me a preview of her outfit: a skimpy black nightie, that barely covered her undieless tush, with a short black robe clinging to her curves. Oh..... and her breasts were rather conspicuous too.

"Hmmmmm.....nice, Mistress. I have a feeling J will be impressed."

"I figure it's a Sunday evening at home.... isn't this the way I would normally dress, Slave?"

"You've got a point, Mistress."

I won't go into all of the details of the evening, which was relaxed and enjoyable.

Soon J joined us, bearing a bottle of red and Mistress's favorite brand of ice cream. 

As I prepared our meal, that included some grilled ruby trout with a wasabi glaze, Mistress gave J a little tour of our upstairs, presumably to show him where he'd be sleeping.  I could hear the sound of their voices, for a while..... but things got silent for about 15 minutes or so, making my sordid imagination wander a bit down smutty roads. When I announced that dinner was just about ready, a little curious about what was actually going on up there, they joined me in the kitchen, as Mistress  conspicuously rearranged her lovely breasts inside her nightie.

"I was showing him some family photos up in the Blue room Slave, and well ... we were making out a little too."

Poor J had a sheepish look on his face with this gratuitous announcement. That's the sort of thing that seems to get a  little embarrassing for him.

After an enjoyable dinner, we adjourned to the TV room to watch Mad Men.... an episode from the end of last season, and the premier of the new season.  No review from me, though here is a cute clip of Mad Men "seduction" lines that some of you might enjoy.

It is worth reporting that Mistress seemed to be in hog heaven throughout: her head resting against J's shoulder, her legs extended over my lap. He held her hands. I rubbed her lovely feet.  As wild and crazy as those 60's era advertising sexists got, I somehow doubt they imagined this sort of scenario.

And Mistress was eating it up. At some point, as we were both softly stroking her, she announced to no one in particular that "I'm almost embarrassed to say it, but I'm kind of horny again."

I hope I did not let her down when I answered,  "J it's up to you..... I think I've hit my limit today....."

As it turned out, three  hours of pastel interiors, over-bleached hair, three martini lunches, cigarettes and skinny ties was even too much for these Mad Men afficiandos.  About 90 minutes into the 2 hour premier of season 5, J was nodding off, and Mistress announced it was bed time.

I headed off to the executive suite after finishing up the dishes.  Mistress was in our bathroom, brushing her teeth, and ready to "tuck me in". 

She was very sensitive to her Slave's demeanor about this latest twist.

"Are you sure you're OK with this, Slave...."

I gave her assurances, and a loving kiss before she headed off to her little in home assignation.

But she did have some instructions for me.

"Remember Slave.... no touching...."

I suppose I should be grateful that I was spared the cage.

And Slave was pretty sleepy, nodding off soon after lights were out here at the UCTMW World HQ, so following her instructions was not a problem... at least as first.

But Mistress did check on her Slave a couple of times during the night, presumably during trips to the bathroom. She leaned over, kissed me passionately.... then returned to her lover's bed.  That's when the "no touching rule" got a little harder to follow.  Because each little visit made my work-a-day cock twitch into life.

But I played by the rules and made it through the night solo, my seed intact.

I've got instructions to wake her at 7 am.... she's got an early work meeting. And I know J has to leave for work early too.....

It could be a long day for a horny Slave....

Sunday Morning Booty Call

Yesterday Mistress and Slave were off in different directions after our morning "wake-up" sex in the Executive Suite. (And yes, it was worth the wait after a whole day denied the silky embrace of those clean shaven folds.)

Mistress was driving to be with our cute Co-Ed for some sorority events.  Slave had some work to do on our rental property in the City, and then dinner with my cute grandsons and a play with my oldest daughter.

It wasn't until around 10:30 pm that we were both back together at home. It was then that Mistress broke the news that there would be a slight change  in our plans for Sunday.

"So Slave, I was talking to J on the drive home, and he's really desperate for me."

"Well I can feel his pain Mistress....I can't believe you have him on a strict "no touching" policy already. And it's been since Wednesday night for you two lovebirds."

"Yeah.... and he actually seems to be following the protocol, Slave...."

"Poor man."

"Anyway, he's golfing in the afternoon and he seemed really desperate...."

"So....."

"He wants me to come over at 8 in the morning....."

"No problem, Mistress..... and while I appreciate you're asking for my permission, you really don't have to...."

(In fact, truth be told, it's probably even hotter for Mistress to simply inform her Slave what her sexual plans are, isn't it, rather than worry about making sure her Husband/ Slave is "cool" with it?)

But let's face it.... it's only been about 2 weeks or so into this new frontier of working the J / Mistress relationship into our lives. No doubt we are all treading a little gingerly.

I suspect that J feels a whole lot more comfortable having hot, raucous sex with Mistress in the friendly confines of his own "love shack", rather than in our house, with the rather strange guy who is willing to  share is gorgeous wife at her whim lurking around.

So even though he will be over this evening.... it's understandable how he might want to have some private time with Mistress before seeing her hear, isn't it? Plus.... it's been since Wednesday?  I can't think how long it's been since your humble Editor went 4 days without a lttile sexual discharge. Is that even healthy?

Maybe we need a consult with Suzanne, her Jay and Tammy over at All Mine, about how to get into the proper comfortable groove as things develop here at UCTMW.

In any event, I tried to reassure Mistress that I would not have trouble entertaining myself here at the corporate HQ on a Sunday morning as she spends a little time further entrancing her new subject and addicting him to the taste, touch and feel of her charms.

And while I had initially thought not to bother Mistress with my own baser needs after her long day on campus and the road, I figured that early morning Booty Call to J's house would likely intefere with our own "wake-up" sex.

"Ummmm.... Mistress..... how would you feel about letting me fuck you now.... I mean, you wouldn't want me to discharge all that pent up sexual frission in the morning before J gets his paws on you?"

"I was wondering if you would ask, Slave....."



It's always nice to know that the "lead Slave" has his privileges.


Now if only I had thought to brief J on Switch Day.

Waiting

It's been one of those mornings, when Slave woke horny and desperate for Mistress.

I suppose it's my own fault. Late Thursday night we had some rather hot sex here in the executive suite, after Mistress recounted her encounter with the jack-ass downtown, and teased poor J with a variety of "threats" and promises about what might befall him here Sunday before and / or after our Mad Men watch dinner party with him.

So on Friday morning, when Mistress wanted to go for an early bike ride, I gave her a quick starter cum as she read the blog, then passed on my own window of opportunity to fuck her properly.

Last evening we had plans for a black tie event with some of Mistress's work colleagues. And since it began downtown at 6:30 pm, it made no sense to drive all the way home, change, then get back in the car again. So we carted our "dress up" cloths to work, and at around 5:30 pm, Mistress showed up at my office where we would both change.

Of course, changing has two stages to it: first, you take off the clothes you had been wearing. It was after that first stage that I suggested that Mistress sit in her "throne", the chair I pressed against my door (believe it or not there were still some over-achievers in my office on Friday evening at 6 pm). From there I let my questing tongue and suckling lips do what they are so well trained to do, coating my face with her addictive juices in the process.

Now I suppose I could have suggested that Mistress allow me some release of my own. But, as I mentioned, there were still some folks roaming the hallways, and the possibility of someone from the cleaning staff interrupting us as I pressed my advantage on the carpet also came to mind. While we've "made it" on my office carpet before, it was usually later at night.

So I again took a pass.

Our evening was surprisingly enjoyable. Some good company in a very stately old hotel. Great wine. And an extra-ordinary rendition of "Rhapsody in Blue" by a talented Chamber Orchestra, led by a Russian pianist with long flowing hair that would take any Slave's breath away. After, we adjourned to the beautiful bar downstairs for some Jazz -- the same place where the Irish Glee Club had regaled the St. Patrick's Day revelers last Saturday night.

By the time we made it home, both of us were a little tired and tipsy, and though I made sure Mistress was suitably pleasured before we fell asleep, Slave again did not take his opportunity.

Of course, I had not counted on waking up at around 5 am, my cock aching for her....and when that happens, the thought of not being able to reach for her (or even myself) to relieve that ache makes me all the hornier and more desperate.

She has a long day today, a trip up to visit our cute Co-Ed for some type of daughter / mom event. She may be driving home late. So I know she needs to sleep in.

Until 8 am, maybe.....

Not sure I can make it.... but the rules are the rules.

So J, this morning we may be in the same boat.