Challenging Saturday Night Logistics

Mistress, Slave and J are heading out early this morning to join up with a long organized bike ride through the region.  Mistress persuaded J to spend the night here to make sure we were all ready to get out the door by 7:30 am or so for the ride.

But with our cute Co-Ed home organizing the "sleeping arrangements" can be a bit of a challenge.

She was planning on dinner with some friends, but the time of her departures was vague, and what would happen next was even vaguer. And while Mistress did her best to cross examine about when we might expect our little darling home, she was not doing so well.

"Unfortunately, you can't just say "we need to know when you'll be here so you won't catch me in bed with my lover", can you Mistress?"

But things turned out nicely for all concerned.

J was running a little late, so after our late afternoon nap, Slave got some unanticipated action.

"You mean I get to be the starting pitcher tonight, Mistress....."

"Consider yourself lucky, Slave..... now go insert your device.... I like the effect it has on you...."

As encouragement, she gave my cock a little possessive fondle.... that got me out of bed, into our bathroom, where I lubed up the aneros and slid it home.

Of course, she's right, that does have a certain physical and psychological effect on a Slave.  After I worshiped her to a few thrashing cums, she found "her cock" was already hard and yearning for her. 

"I think I'll ride it for a while Slave...."

And she did,  sliding onto me, her hands reaching back to fondle my balls and she bucked and churned her way to a few more gasping cums before, exhausted, she rolled off me and instructed me to finish things off on top.

I was more than happy to oblige.

After Slave recovered suitably, I headed downstairs to begin preparing dinner.

But as we waited for J, I suggested to Mistress that he she wanted some private "fooling around" time, with him she it might be best to do it before dinner, while the Co-Ed was still away.

Soon J was there, we were enjoying some beers and wine, and Mistress laid it out.

"So Slave suggests that we may want to have sex now, while we know the daughter is gone at least for a while...."

J covered his face with his hands.....a little embarrassed by Mistress frankness in front of me.

It was hard not to laugh at Mistress's laying it out there.

Trying to ease his discomfort I intervened.

"You could just say you want to go upstairs and "confer",  Mistress, maybe that would make J feel more comfortable..."

J agreed.

"Right .... a consultation...."

Of course, soon they were headed upstairs, hand in hand, Mistress leading the way.

Slave promised to keep an eye-out for the early return of our daughter, but for lack of an air horn, it was left unclear what my "signal" would be.

Mick finished the dinner prep, sat down with the Times for a while, but ... to my surprise.... the two lovebirds were back downstairs in about 40 mintues.

"Well.... that was an efficient use of time guys..... impressive..... J, you're keeping that pitch count down...."

Mistress explained that she had rushed J a bit , not knowing when the Co-Ed would be home.

But then this was the second time for her in about 2 hours.  In this case I suppose it was J who got the "sloppy seconds".

After that, we reverted to three friends having dinner on a Saturday night. And with the daughter still out at around 9:30 pm or so, we sat down to watch last weeks episode of Mad Men, the three of us on the couch, Mistress in the middle, clinging in her way to both of us.

Very middle America, right?

Mistress made up the bed in our lower level for J, because we still did not know what our Co-Ed's  plans were.

But as it turns out, she came home at around 10:30 pm, announcing that she was going out again to spend the night at a friend's house.

Ahhhhh.... clarity at last.

The three of us were bushed, so when she left, J and Mistress headed to bed together in the lower level, while Slave slept in the executive suite. 

Before bed time though, Mistress pulled me aside to make sure things were "cool".

"Of course, Mistress....I mean when you have a sleep over guest what sort of hostess wouldn't offer to share his bed.... it just common courtesy."

"You're right Slave.... it would be kind of rude otherwise, wouldn't it?"

Then she added.

"Its a shame we can't all just sleep together.... that's what I'd really like.... but we'd need a king for that, wouldn't we."

I suppose we would,  though I'm not too sure J is "there" yet, either.

She gave me a passionate kiss, along with a teasing caress of her cock....

"Sleep well, Slave.... and wake us at 7 ...."

Which I better do right now. Hopefully I won't be interrupting anything ....

Sexual Politics

Here in River City we are lazing into the weekend.

Mistress took the day off yesterday, and spent some QT with our cute Co-Ed.  I caught up on work at the office, though it was definitely a "dress down" day for me.

Mistress got her early morning worship, and more when I got home.  And Slave was rewarded with some nice, sweaty sexual gratification after a bike ride.

But our Friday night was thrown off a bit by the presence of our cute Ce-Ed. She's been hovering a little too close to the mother-ship since the school year ended. When we settled down with our "picnic" dinner to watch an old but cute movie, LeDivorce, set in Paris - lots of nice shots of Kate Hudson in expensive lingerie being "seduced" by an older, more experienced French politician - she decided to watch with us, settling into the spot on the couch where old Mick usually gets a chance to fondle Mistress's clean shaven folds when the spirit, or a lull in the plot, moves me.

Hmmmm.  Three can be a crowd, particularly when she's your daughter, as opposed to your wife's lover.

The Parisian themes did get me thinking this morning about a news story that has been developing these last few weeks.  Mick is a little too obsessed with politics, and since my college days, when France was teetering on the edge of a second Revolution, I've been intrigued by  French political news. Toss in sex and some hot babes and well..... it's worth talking about here isn't it.

The story is about the new French President, Francois Hollande, his former "companion", mother of his children and the last Presidential candidate of his Socialist Party, Segolene Royal, and his new "companion", Valerie Trierweiler.

Roll back the clock 6 to about 6 years ago, and Francois was a bit pudgier and the dutiful political spouse of Segolene as she tried but failed to make history as the first female President of the French Republic.  It's not like he was a male version of Ann Romney, staying at home and supervising the staff.  I suppose he was more like the male version of Hillary, with a career in Parliament and a leadership role in the Socialist Party. But still, very second banana, as his wife ultimately lost to Nicolas Sarkozy.

But as it turns out, even before the votes were counted, Francois and Valerie, a well known French political reporter - think a younger Barbara Walters with nice legs - had taken up with one another.

It all seemed a little too familiar here - when Mistress and I first got involved back in the era of the Gipper (who would be seen as a RINO in today's GOP, but don't get me started), I was married to a political candidate myself, running her campaign.... successfully I might add.  But clearly the heart led me elsewhere.

And that seems to have happened to Francois too. The story goes that Valerie whipped him into shape - figuratively we presume - he shed some weight, sharpened his "message", was fortunate when Dominique Strauss Kahn, the leading candidate for President on the Socialist side landed in a rather messy sex scandal, and now finds himself in the Elysee Palace, with the lovely Valerie by his side.

 There were some fetching photos of Valerie in the press as she came to the US with the other European "first ladies" for that big NATO meeting last week. (Those are her shoes above, at the White House).

Of course, Mistress has also whipped her Slave into shape, though I have no political ambitions to speak of..... just the ambition to worship and fulfill her every desire. And of course, we got married when the law allowed, igniting some local scandal at the time, which has long since faded away.

It's amusing to think that the French apparently had no qualms with these goings on, drawing the line only at DSK's sloppiness about it all.  Can you imagine the outrage if a  new President in this country moved into the White House with his "companion" -- although I suppose if it was Hillary and she dumped Bill on the campaign trail for someone fresh and new, there would be a certain understanding.  Maybe Ellen DeGeneres?  Vive le Difference!


But now there is talk that Francois is planning to "pop the question", if only to avoid problems with sleeping arrangements on foreign trips to places like Saudi Arabia.It's a little disappointing to consider.


It does make you wonder.... will the next development be Valerie taking an extra lover, who shares dinner and beds in the Palace?  If so, maybe Francois needs to blog about it, under an assumed name of course.

Weekend Planning

Ahhhh..... could our readers hear Slave's sigh of relief .... or maybe it should be "release" on Wednesday evening at around 11:22 pm eastern time, when my long twilight nightmare of abstinence came to an end.

As it turned out, I actually arrived home a little before Mistress that evening.  She had been enjoying some time with J at his "love shack", and when I called to tell her that her Slave was back in River City it seemed that.... well .... she was scrambling to reassemble her outfit and drive home to meet me.

It was my good fortune that despite some presumably rambunctious mating with J, she had enough sexual energy left to indulge me, after what had been a little more than 72 hours in the sexual wilderness.  And while I had not been caged all that time .... I suppose there was an off chance of a metal detector run-in what with the NATO summit in full gear.... I had been self-controlled enough to respect the no touch rule, even when I woke one morning with a rather substantial "situation" of my own.

(I suspect that was substantially more self-control than my rather undisciplined staff has evern shown, based on yesterday's post).

I think Mistress was in for pyrotechnics on my return (or maybe after an evening with J she wanted to "cut to the chase" and get some sleep), but to enhance the experience she instructed me to "insert your  device, Slave" - the aneros - before allowing me to savor the mixed juices that adorned her clean shaven folds after her evening out.

There is something on the exotic side to that taste, some tart mingling with the usual sweet. And you can imagine that I gorged myself on it, until Mistress had what was likely her 5th or 6th cum of the evening.

And when she was done with the writhing I had induced, Slave needed no further priming before taking advantage of the permission me gave to fuck her to my heart's content.

After a repeat of this indulgent treatment again on Thursday morning, and last night after a bike ride and dinner, Slave feels like he is back into his natural state of pampered bliss!

We are both looking forward to the weekend, though with our cute Co-Ed at home, and a little too willing to just "chill" here, we will be doing a little juggling.

Mistress wants to spend some time with J, and maybe dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ is in the cards.... but it may depend on whether our daughter fills up her dance card.  We're not sure how to explain his sudden presence here on "picnic night". And the plan is to have him spend the night here Saturday, before we all head to an early morning bike ride with a group around the City.  That can be explained..... but if the daughter is here, adjustments in sleeping arrangements could take on the feel of an old Marx Brothers movie.

Let us know if you have any thoughts (or experiences) on how to shuffle that particular deck of cards, dear readers.

I know one of our staff members will be "on assignment" this weekend.  Our WC has forwarded an invitation from his local swingers club about the scheduled "Foam Party"


Here is the description from the the WC's cyber-invitation:

You Definitely don't want to miss a Foam Party!

Get Wet! Get Wild! Get Naked!

Warning: We are not responsible for happy, naked wet girls in the great outdoors!

Break out your beach wear for this famous party at Scarlet Ranch! This event is not one to be missed. If you like fun, young, wet couples, then this is the party for you! Since we have so much beautiful outdoor space, we thought we would have another outdoor foam party and see how many bubbles we can make this time! You can either join in the fun, or catch a drink on the patio and laugh at all of us in the bubbles! DJ GRock will be in-house to keep the party rocking all night long, as well as a full staff of your favorite beauties to make sure you have a memorable evening! Everything gets rather wet, so please dress in clothing and shoes that will not be harmed..if you plan on being near the bubbles. Otherwise, feel free to dress to impress!

Miguel, if you elect to "dress to impress", please get B to take a photo and share it with us. Otherwise I will be forced to pick one from the archives, and I suspect you know what that may look like.

While Mick's Away....

I'm on my way home from the Windy City.

It was an enjoyable, if not "pleasurable" journey, if you know what I mean.

And this afternoon I was able to slip away from my meetings for a nice long bike ride along the beautiful Lake Shore. On a sunny, not too hot , not too cold day, there is no City more beautiful. And they must have at least 20 days like that all year, right?

BTW, I took the photo on my ride.

But while Mick has been flying solo, and following the "no touch" rule, our staff has been pretty busy it seems.

Tonight, Mistress is over at J's "Love Shack" , getting some time in with her Lover before her Slave arrives home.

"So when is it you'll be home.... I want to make sure I am there to greet you...."

I told her by 11 pm. ANd she's promising I will not have to wait until morning. Though for her it will be a two-fer evening.  But that may work out fine, since I'm not sure I have the "staying power" of yore after two nearly 72 long hours without her.

And our other staff members have not exactly been joining in my carnal denial....  as I've been riding back to River City, Donna shared with me the following, showing me what our Western and Senior  Correspondent have been up to rather than putting nose to the grindstone for some more conventional "journalism".

Here is the email exchange Donna shared, with a little grammatical sandblasting to protect the guilty:

Had some sexiness happen this morning. Called my friend Josie because she sells vibrators and I want a powerful clit vibrator to take to The Ranch. I figured I might as well get a recommendation from a lady and give her the business. She is bringing her catalogs by the office later.

Josie is one fucking hot little professional who wants to fuck my wife.

Anyway, she says, "Mike, I cant keep any vibrator out of my pussy or my Hitachi off my clit this week. I have just been masturbating constantly!"

Really, I ventured, where are you?

In bed........

I told her I was going to take her to The Ranch dressed in nothing but a pair of black high heels and a collar and a leash, and  that's when I heard the Hitachi start up!

What are you going to make me do?

The first thing I'm going to do is show you off to everybody, pulling your ass wide open for everybody to see.

...Loud moaning...

And then you're going to eat my wife's pussy.

OH MY GOD, I WANT TO EAT HER PUSSY!

I could hear her as she came hard!! You are going to suck my cock and get it nice and wet, ready to fuck you.

I love your big beautiful cock, send me another picture.

Stop telling me what to do. You're lucky I'm not there or I would put your naked little bare bottom over my knee and blister your bare bottom.

OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!

And after that I going to split you wide open with my fat cock and fuck you hard from behind, and then I'll grab a fistful of your hair and jerk your head back to fuck you harder!

OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'M CUMMMMMING AGAIN!!!

And so on :)

Afterword I told her to text me a picture of her soaking wet pussy and asshole, and went to the men’s room and masturbated the SOC to a fucking hard orgasm.

Hard enough that I hit myself in the chin with my cum:)

It was a smoking hot pic she sent, BTW.

The WC

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I love the kind of fast passion you share.

As I finished reading your email, I was wet and squirming and could tell I would need some direct, hands-on stimulation to get the job done.

I put my laptop, with your email displayed on the screen, beside my pillow, then laid a thick towel doubled over on my bedspread. I grabbed the lube and my favorite pocket rocket from the nightstand, climbed up on the bed and positioning my butt to be centered on the towel.

Ramping the pocket rocket to medium speed, I pushed it solidly against the side of my clit. Then, grabbing my right breast in my hand, I repositioned and tugged and pulled it toward my face. By bringing my head up and sticking out my tongue, I was just able to run my tongue over the nipple. Frustration.  I wanted suction, and biting, and teeth grinding back and forth shooting fire shots from my nipple to my clit.  I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the clamps. Working a nipple with my fingers, rolling and stretching it out as far as possible while pinching it with my fingernails, I snapped on a clamp and cinched it down. Doing the same for the other nipple, I could immediately feel the electric current making a circuit that would build to an orgasm.

I jacked up the speed of the pocket rocket to high and turned my head toward my laptop to begin re-reading what you had written. I got as far as "I'll grab a fistful of your hair and jerk your head back to fuck you harder," when a moan escaped my throat and then I began cumming, and not just cumming but squirting again and again, unable to stop. Finally the rhythmic pulsing of my ass released, and I lay there exhausted.

As I began to sit up, I saw a shadow by the door and doing a quick double take saw that Bill was leaning against the door frame. His arms were crossed over his chest and he gave a small tilt to his head and said, "Very nice." Then he walked over, pushed me back down on the bed and told me to stay put. He slowly unzipped his jeans, and bit by bit his big fat cock, head purple-red and dripping pre-cum, came into sight. Bill used two fingers to rub the pre-cum around the head and just under the mushroom cap of his cock. He grabbed the lube, put a dollop in his hand and began to slowly rub it onto his rod, root to tip, picking up speed.

His boner was beautiful. There isn't another word for it other than beautiful. My mouth began to salivate and I reached out with the intention of pulling him into my mouth, but he shook his head and continued with his primal rhythm and motion. Within three minutes his breath had become staccato gasps, his eyes closed and then his head fell back. He let out a whoop and ropes of white cum shot from him, landing on my breasts, neck and face.

Bill leaned over to give me a kiss, first licking his cum from my lips. His kiss was a peck with a smile behind it. He pulled up his jeans, tucked himself away, turned and went back out the door.

Yes, we both enjoyed your email, ----.

Hugs,
Donna

 Well, if nothing else, that at least makes up for the lack of real sex in the last two entries here at UCTMW.