In Transit

Another morning at another airport.... it's a routine that Slave has been able to avoid over the last few years, but still filled with annoyance from the all too familiar dulling routine of the security line and all the rest.  It's no fun  sliding out of bed before 5 am when Mistress is there, all warm and cuddly.

Fortunately, we got in some "quality" time yesterday.... a little lolling in bed and slow and tasty wake up sex.  Then, at the end of the day, some worship before a bike ride. A nice dinner at home, then some drawn out love making before bed time.

It will have to keep me going until Mistress arrives to meet me in DC on Thursday evening, because the "no touching" rule is in effect until then.

Mistress does have some plans of her own this evening though, which she reminded me of as she teased my desperate cock last night with her warm and tender lips.

"Are you looking forward to the taste of your other cock Wednesday evening, Mistress?"

"Ummmmm...... I suppose I am Slave....."

She and J have some plans this evening.... he'll be coming over for the evening, helping to warm Mistress's bed in her Slave's absence.  A little change of pace from Mistress favorite relief pitcher is in order.

And Slave will stew in his solo hotel room tonight in our nation's capitol, looking forward to my own relief Thursday evening. 

Unless I can find a Secret Service party to glom onto ....

Lazy Slave

Slave rolled over in bed this morning, with Mistress's arm draped around me. It was time to get up if I wanted to compose a proper blog.....

"Maybe I'll skip the bog this morning, Mistress.... too tired, and too cozy in here...."

"Fine by me, Slave....."

As it turned out, the extra time in bed was well spent.

It gave me more time to graze at the delta of Mistress's luscious thighs.

It gave me more time to take my pleasure from her slowly and passionately, making sure she had a bonus cum or two before I begged for my own permission.

And it even gave us both more time to loll in bed, reading the paper and catching up with the enws of the day before we hit the shower.

And since Slave has to be up and out very early tomorrow to visit our nation's capitol, well might as well enjoy a little extra time in bed with Mistress when the opportunity presents itself, right?

Pleasure Deferred, but not Denied.

While J slept in a little later, Mistress had joined me in that short, sexy, silky cream colored robe on our living room couch, reading the morning papers. Her legs spread a bit allowing me to gaze longingly upon those clean shaven folds, and even fondle them a tad.

Truth be told, I was longing to partake of them, press my face and nose there to taste the mingled aromas nesting there.  But we were in a bit of "Ms. Manners'" no man's land.

"Is it polite to have sex with your wife while her lover is still here, upstairs lingering in bed?"

"I'm not sure Slave..... I mean what if he woke up and wandered in while we were making love.... "

"I agree that could be a little 'awkward', as the teens would say...."

Well, maybe we'll get there someday.... but not yesterday. And I do think Mistress enjoys making her Slave squirm a bit too.

Instead, I everted to my "field slave" persona, and went outside to do some pent up yard work, while Mistress went back up stairs to "wake up" J.  About 40 minutes later he came out in the yard, at Mistress's direction, to fetch me for breakfast. 

It was a leisurely meal, sitting around our sun drenched table. Mistress had whipped up some scrambled eggs with goat cheese, impressing her lover with her domestic skills, no doubt. 

"I didn't know you cooked, Molly", he noted, in awe.

Slave snickered to himself at that one.

And Slave was happy to make J some coffee to go with it.  Afterwords, I adjourned to the back forty, literally "clearing brush".

"I will leave you two to your own devices....."

About an hour later I came back in, as J was preparing to leave for a round of golf with some friends. Mistress was still in that revealing robe, though I did notice that one of her lovely breasts was lurching out at an amusing angle when I came upstairs to strip out of my now sweaty "field slave" attire.

Not long after, Mistress escorted J to the door.... then returned to the arms of her now rather horny and sweaty Slave.

"Since you're so sweaty already Slave, maybe we should go for that bike ride before we fuck?"

"Your wish is my command, Mistress."

It was a beautiful day here, so the bike ride made perfect sense, particularly before it got any hotter.

And afterwords.... well it was with great pleasure that Slave was able to nosh on Mistress's clean shaven folds, with all those flavors mingled together for a perfect storm Sunday sundae of delight.

Once she had shuddered her way to a series of cums courtesy of my lips and tongue, she teased and tormented her cock with those crafty fingers, until I was desperate to fuck her.... I mean it had been since Saturday afternoon!!!!

Fortunately, she was not too tuckered out from her night (and morning) with J.

"Of course you can fuck me now, Slave."

Dinner Out With the Three of Us

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we got our heads back on the ground today. Though Mistress had a breakfast meeting with her Boss, a little earlier than she would have preferred, we did have the opportunity for some slow and deliberate wake up sex.  After two days off that schedule, it was quite a relief to get back into a proper groove.

After that, Mistress was off to her breakfast meeting and Slave was taking his cute grandsons on a little outing.  I made sure to pick up a little treat for Mistress while I was out, to make amends for my Easter Sunday negligence.

 Yucky, I know. But she clearly has a soft spot for these suckers, which I think have a half life of about 30 years.

Later we both went to our gym for a little early afternoon workout, before reconvening in the Executive Suite.  After a much needed nap - there's been a serious sleep deficiency this week - Mistress and Slave had round two of the day. Again, nothing flashy, just some nice worship of those clean shaven folds, followed by Slave getting permission to fuck his loving Mistress to his heart's content.

By then it was almost time for Mistress's lover J to show here for our dinner out. But, quite cleverly I might add, Mistress arranged for J to show here more than two hours before it was time to leave for dinner.

Do you think she had something in mind?

While I was getting dressed to welcome our guest. Mistress seemed in no rush, sliding a short, silky, cream colored robe over her lush nakedness.

"Does this make me a slut, Slave?"

Who was I to suggest that.

"Of course not Mistress..... just a very welcoming Hostess."

As it turned out, Slave had several days worth of the NY Times to catch up with, and a few household chores to handle as Mistress entertained J upstairs in the time before we headed off to dinner.

We had selected a favorite spot of ours in a City neighborhood, and a place J had never been before. The joint was hopping with a trendy crowd, and we saw some friends we chatted with as we waited for our table.  While I think there could have been some initial discomfort at the  thought of this three way "date night", it turned out quite nicely. Mistress noted a mutual acquaintance ( a woman who's husband died a year or two ago) out with another couple, and said, "who knows, maybe there's an interesting dynamic there too!"

Somehow I didn't think so.

While most of our conversation was typical dinner table story telling, at some point Mistress asked the open ended question --- "well, is this a little strange, or what?"

And I suspect that J is still wrapping his head around it.  But I tried to put him at ease with a sports analogy.

"Not at all..... think of me as the starting pitcher..... but a good starter always needs a relief pitcher.... a closer.... to step in for him."

Jay understood the concept.

"Right, when that pitch count gets up.... well.... you don't want to wear out that 'arm'".

Mistress teased J about a statement she claims he made a few weeks back --- that, according to her, he suggested he could probably only meet her demanding standards "a couple times a week".  He said it was really "a few", certainly more than twice a week.  But regardless, we understood his POV.  He's like the starting pitcher with the overpowering fast ball, who needs some time between starts to get his "arm" back together.

On the other hand, Slave is conditioned more like that old knuckleballer, Joe Niekro. Maybe he did not have much "stuff" on the ball, but he could be on the mound most every night, into his late 40's.

And it seems Mistress is enjoying the varierty of styles from her "bullpen".

When we got home, at around 11 pm, we were all ready for bed.

Mistress had made it clear at dinner what the sleeping arrangements would be.

"You'll be sleeping with me, J, in the (sullen teen's) room," which is down the hall from the "Executive Suite"

And while J offerred to sleep solo downstairs, she would hear nothing of it.

Mistress did her bed time face washing rituals, back in that short robe, then kissed her Slave goodnight.  As always, she took my "temperature", making sure her Slave was comfortable with the concept.

"Of course, Mistress....."


I was the first riser this morning. Mistress must have heard me up, making coffee, and drifted down the stairs, completely naked, to give me a kiss.

"Hope we didn't wake you, Slave....", then she headed back to bed with J.

Come to think of it,  there were some ambient moaning sounds emerging from their room at around 6 am or so.  I suspect I'll hear about it later.