Our Western Correspondent Visits His Neighborhood Swingers Club

It’s not often that we get a report from our Western Correspondent that does not involve deployment in some form or another of his special occasion cock. But since this was an initial foray into an unknown environment, and Mrs. WC was along to keep tabs on his, we will cut him some slack. Though I am a little anxious about what the monthly UCTMW expense account tab will show:

Well Mick,

B and I went to the swingers club near our house Saturday night.

Very impressive

A very nice property

It is an old hunting lodge on the banks of what passes for a river around here

A big wooden log structure they clam is 18,000 square feet, which sounds about right

The are Buffalo, Elk, Deer, and Bear heads mounted on the wall as used to be the style around here

Think upscale Dude Ranch in Colorado, Wyoming or Montana, and that is what it is like

There are two big rooms each with a bar  

They serve food with a wait staff

The compound is 5 acres, fenced, with some nice cabanas and lawn for sunbathing or fucking in the sun:) in the summer

There were several big screen TVs scattered about, playing either Porn or motocross

Not quite sure what that was all about…. but ,,,,oh well... the porn was good:)

There was a stage and a big dance floor, and they had a DJ playing a dance beat all night long

There were several hundred people there.... the place was packed

They don't have a liquor license, so you just bring your own beverage and give it to the bartender and he serves you all night

The bartender was a great guy, but as B noted "the bartender doesn't have any pants on"

Actually he did have some kind of skimpy shorts on but not your usual bartender uniform

B and I got a table and just watched the people for a couple of hours

Dress for the evening seemed to me to be, for lack of a better word.... slut!

And I mean that in a good way:)

Lots of very short dresses and skirts... sans panty for the most part, BTW

Very low cut tops... some under the breasts:)  Corsets and some fetish wear

Guys were “business casual”

So people just danced and socialized till about 10:30, when we noticed people disappearing thru a door

Being the erstwhile UCTMW reporter I figured we better investigate: )

The door led to the kitchen and you walked thru the kitchen to a stairway that led downstairs

Think the movie Goodfellas, where the boys entered the Copa Cabana through the kitchen

Was kind of like that:)

The basement was a labyrinth of different rooms kind of like a maze 

Each room was different had some had couches, some beds, lots of mirrors, one fetish room with some bondage furniture and a spanking horse

Just your normal basement

Except .............

THERE WERE PEOPLE FUCKING ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!

Guys fucking girls, girls fucking girls, many people all fucking each other, anything you can imagine

OMG!!

We had no sooner set foot in the first room when we were approached by a couple and asked if we wanted to "play"

We declined their generous offer, and just wandered around watching the show

BTW the facility had bowls of condoms scattered about,

See, they are safety conscious:) 

We were asked to play by several other couples but we had decided not to on our first visit so we didn't but .... next time:)....

Anyway we had a very good time, and think the place is very, very cool...

Dispatch from the Western Headquarters of UCTMW,

Signed

The 

WC

Mistresss Gets a Nostalgic Spanking

Mistress and Slave had a lovely Vietnamese dinner in Georgetown last night, then took a long walk back through those romantic lanes that transport you back to the Gilded Age, or the days of Presidents Cleveland and McKinley.

But as we strolled through those gaslight lanes, we reminisced about a trip we shared to our nation's capital more than 20 years ago. We were in a different world then (as well as different marriages), and it was long before your writer became the slave in this relationship. George H.W. Bush was President, and we were all trying to keep track of those thousand points of light.

In fact, when we walked these lanes on that occasion we were playing a bit of a sexy bondage game: Mistress wore some solid police handcuffs, behind her back, with her black raincoat tucked over her shoulders.  It seemed like a hot little adventure at the time, and does even now.

On the same trip, Mistress recalled, I used a wooden hairbrush to redden her lovely 20 something bottom.  Just talking about it got the juices flowing.  Then I remembered in the morning it would be our "Switch Day".

"Do you happen to have a hairbrush with you, Mistress?"

"Uhhhh..... yes, Slave..... I believe I do."

So this morning, I lavished some oral attention on Mistress's clean shaven folds as she caught up on the blog.  But I left her short of satisfaction once she put the computer down.

"Why did you stop, Slave?"

"Where's the hairbursh, Mistress?"

She seemed a bit taken aback, but confessed that it was in the bathroom.  I fetched it, returned to the bed, and insturcted her to slide over my lap.

"You're really going to spanke me with that thing, Slave?"

"For old times sake, Mistress."

I must say she squirmed delightfully, and stifled the cries of "agony", as I proceeded to redden that delightful bottom.  Of course I broke up her punishment with some slow and devious strokes with palm and fingers, so that by the time I put down the brush, it hardly took me long to use my fingers to give her a nice little pre-fuck cum, all while she was still lying across my lap.

Mistress takes her medicine well. Better than me, I might add.  And don't you like the red glowher brush left "behind"?

Dispatch from DC

We've spent a lot more time in bed than on a typical trip to DC. Both of us had been burned out from work and travel, so the time with a hotel room at our disposal and not much on the schedule these last 24 hours has been a respite for us.

Of course, it's also given Mistress and Slave plenty of time for "two-a-day" hanky panky.  Nothing like waking from a good night's sleep, or a late afternoon nap to get both of us in the mood. This afternoon I enjoyed using my teeth to tease and torment Mistress's nipple while my left hand sliding between her thighs slowly brought her to the edge and kept her there for a while until she came, gasping with relief.  It was only then that I was invited to fuck her.  And who was I to turn down the invitation?

We have done some sightseeing while we were here, including walking past the White House last night after dark with my daughter.  Then, this morning we joined the masses for a glorious tour of the White House grounds.  It's the "garden tour" weekend, and we were lucky to be here for it. As it happens, J rang up Mistress to say hello, just as we were walking past the White House putting green.  And since J is a mega-golfer, she asked me to take a photo and text it to him.

"It's strange that they would hit golf balls so close to the White House, J. I mean couldn't they break a window?"  Simultaneously, J and I  both explained to her the difference between putting and driving the ball. As you can tell, Mistress has spent lots of time on the golf course.

We had lunch at a sunny cafe near the White House, then returned to our hotel for some more reading, snoozing and sex.  Tonight will be low key, the two of us walking over to Georgetown looking for Vietnamese food.

We'll make sure we are in bed early, with nothing to do beyond lounging in bed until check-out time. 

Hope all of you are having an equally restful weekend!

ReUnited

Thankfully, Mistress's plane was on time arriving here in DC, giving us plenty of time to "catch up" in our hotel room before dinner at one of our favorite restaurants anywhere.

I think Mistress was a little stunned at how quickly Slave shed his clothes and assumed a pseudo-seductive position on our bed.  But it did not take me long to coax her into joining me. While Mistress had plenty of sex with J on Wednesday night, I believe she was sympathetic to my sad and horny plight. It would not take long for her work-a-day cock to resemble one of this City's notable monuments.

Soon my face was buried in those clean shaven folds, as I savored the flavors and scents I had been desperate for during my 36 hours or so of celibacy.  (Though I surely wasn't tempted in her absence to sign on with the right wing Catholics camped out in the Hotel lobby yesterday morning for their big "prayer breakfast", which looked just like any other big political fund raiser but for the smattering of nuns in full regalia. My guess is these weren't the same nuns slapped down the other day by the Vatican for being too caring for the poor and too soft on gay marriage).

Things developed nicely over the next few minutes after Mistress had a choice starter cum. She was pleased to allow me to fuck her with both energy and vigor, and, in response to my questions, fill me in on some of the other more exotic uses she and J had put to the furniture in our TV room.

Whether you call it a "hassock" or a "footstool", apparently there was enough room on it for Mistress to get on all fours and be taken by her "relief pitcher" from behind.

"But after a while, we did adjourn to the bedroom, Slave....."

I was more than content with the comfort sex unfolding for me here in DC, and soon Mistress gave me permission to cum..... Ahhhhhh.

And we just repeated the sequence again here this morning, after a very good night's sleep cuddled close and tenderly.

Now we're up and heading out..... me to the end of my rather tedious conference, and Mistress to some meetings with some movers and shakers.

But it looks like our schedules will have us back together here by around 3:30 pm.  I don't think we'll be wondering what to do.