Memorial Day in River City

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we followed the path that most Americans do on Memorial Day.... bask in the good life that our forefathers created for us via their sacrifice.... my own tribute to my grandfather and father, who served, and with good fortune, survived some of the bloodiest battles of WW I and WW II came in the form of a newspaper article I wrote about them two years ago and that I reposted on Facebook yesterday. It's my small way of remembering them, and sharing their memory with family and friends.

For our part.... life was good here, though very very hot.

Mistress and Slave woke to an empty nest. The cute Co-Ed had spent the night with a friend, giving us a chance to celebrate with some toasty wake-up sex in the executive suite without worrying about the decibel level.

Nice.

There was some yard work for me, and then a trip to our swim club, where I frolicked with my sweet grandsons for a while.

But at around 2 pm, we had to move on.

Mistress had scheduled a late afternoon "booty call" over at J's love shack at 3 pm and needed time to primp a little. 

There is something supremely erotic about watching your wife shower, shave the clean shaven folds and slide into some sexy undies in preparation for some afternoon sexercise with her lover.  I observed all this from our bed, reading the Times,  naked.

Several times she mentioned my state of undress.

"Slave, that's a little unfair, you're showing off my cock, but I don't have time to do anything about it...."

"Don't worry, Mistress, it will be here when you get home."

She slid into a sexy summer sun dress, naked shoulders.

"You look hot, Mistress...."

"It's just what I'll wear to dinner tonight....."

We had plans to go to dinner at her mother's house with some other family members.

She kissed me goodbye, saying she'd see me around 6pm, though I'd have to wait until after dinner for any "action".

At some point she mentioned the convenience of  scheduling  her ongoing tryst with J.

"This is so much nicer than having to hide what you are up to, isn't it Slave....."

"Absolutely, Mistress. "

"I suppose I should make you wear the cage.... but I think I'll just trust you to behave."

"You know you can, Mistress."



I used the time to do a little yard work at our rental house in the City,  and got home for a shower just before  6pm.

Sure enough, Mistress pulled up when she promised, and we immediately headed up the hill with our Co-Ed to our dinner.

But when we got there, her mother made an amusing comment.

"Were you in bed when I called you earlier, Molly?"

Mistress gave me a little sideways look, blushing a little.....

"Ummmm..... no, just reading....."

(Later she said that when her mother rang her to remind her about the time, she and J were "just talking", though I assumed it was in bed where the conversation was going on.)

At some point at her Mother's house she mentioned that our Western Correspondent had sent another email, the continuation of his "investigative report" from Scarlett Ranch.  This seems like a good time for us to resolve the "cliffhanger" he set up for us yesterday:

Well Mick every time we go there we get more comfortable and meet more people 

Learn the way the place works, etc.

The foam machine was crazy

Never had a clue such a thing even existed

It has about a 12 inch wide nozzle and the foam just pours out of it stacking up to 6 or 7 feet or higher

The foam is bubbles but is also an oily like lube

Comes in handy...

And you can't see inside it

The foam was on a stage outside

Not while I was on it...........  a big gust of wind came through and blew all the foam off the stage

Was hysterical!!!!

All the people who were under the foam were fucking or doing some such shit

They all looked up like WTF!!!

It was so so funny........

Pull the curtain open baby

I still chuckle when I think about it

Any way when our new friend and I got off the stage we took a shower 

They have showers under the sun ... with no walls of course

Everything about that place is about watching

The WC was quite aroused....

Much to the interest of B and her new friends

Long and short, B, I and our new friend adjourned to a cabana

And the WC wore a condom for the first time in nearly 17 years....

Thanks for the denoument Miguel.  Although feel free to mention the brand name of your condom next time. We may want to raise a little extra product placement revenue, especially since I anticipate seeing that item expensed on your next report.

Meanwhile, back at the UCTMW World HQ, you will be happy to know that Slave got a little action of his own last night, once we returned from dinner.  I had assumed that we would be waiting until morning, since, Mistress's clean shaven folds had seen extended duty on Memorial Day.

But we got reading the blogs, and when Mistress read All Mine, with Suzanne's Jay asserting his right to spank her "trophy ass" upon her return from vacation with Tammy.... well I couldn't help but taste her juices.

One thing led to another, and there I was asking permission to fuck her.  Fortunately, for me she was in an accommodating mood.

Thank's for the assist, Jay.   Hopefully we can return the favor someday.

 

The Hazards of Three Day Weekends

Apparently the widespread UCTMW staff has been fully exploiting the availability of a three day weekend.  Here in River City, as I reported yesterday, it was my assignment to go wake Mistress and J, who were "sleeping" in our lower level, at 7 am sharp, to make sure we made it to our big group bike ride.

But as my feet hit the stairs, Mistress called out....

"Slave.... we're going to take another 10 minutes...."

Hmmm.  I figured that the extra ten was not required to wipe the sleep sand from their eyes. And as Mistress mentioned to me later, she was exercising her "cock riding" privileges with her lover at the time.

But once she dismounted she came upstairs to greet me with a generous kiss,  I made J some coffee and soon we were off for what was supposed to be a 35 mile ride with 150 other riders.

Sadly, our ride was aborted in its early stages with a tire failure on Mistress's bike. (I must say that as the temperature rose into the 90's I wasn't feeling too guilty about missing the final uphill leg of about 10 miles back to our neighborhood).

This left Mistress, Slave and J with some unanticipated time on their hands, and, we used it rather lazily. There was some lolling around the house, reading the papers, with Mistress cuddled next to J on the couch, her feet no doubt "unconsciously" poking at his crotch, which was still in those tight spandex riding shorts.  Amazingly, they soon were snoozing there, and Slave was forced for journalistic purposes to take the photo of them above to share with all of you.

By the time they woke, the local restaurant was open for Sunday brunch, which was lovely, and no so crowded that Mistress and Slave could not regale J with some stories about Mistress's adventures with DiDi and Babette last fall (you may remember, before we were required to go "On the Lam").

"The women were fun J, but I have to tell you I prefer cocks..."

"Yeah.... I've gotten that impression...."

But like so many red blooded men, J did say its hard not to be intrigued at the thought of Mistress being pleasured by another woman.  Who knows, we may have to go to that well yet again!

After brunch, Slave had some yard chores to handle in the rising heat.... mowing the lawn, running the weed eater. Mistress and J went on an extended bike ride with our surviving bikes while I did that.

And it was around 3 pm when Slave got his own sexual interlude with Mistress, after J had headed to a family gathering. Pleasure had been delayed a bit, but sometimes deferred gratification is the best, isn't it?

We spent the rest of the day lazing about here, with the cute Co-Ed giving us some space.

But this morning I woke to a dispatch from our Western Correspondent. It seems that  his "investigative reporting" at Scarlett Ranch had finally paid some dividends for this humble media empire. ( I particularly enjoyed the attached 'editorial notes' from Donna):

Very very interesting......

B and I went to the club this afternoon

When we got there I realized that I had forgotten sun screen  and left B at a table in the back yard to go get it

What a back yard !!!!

10 or so gazebos  with beds in them

A huge t-pee

Sorry I'm not native American

And a bunch of other crazy shit

When I got back B had made a new friend named B

She was hot and there were about 30 people around several tables in the sun in various stages of undress 

B said she was over dressed and took off her shorts and top

I took of  my shirt

B's new friend B was the hottest lady their except for B and B kept trying  to get  me to sit next to her

Being the wise husband that I am I demurred

BUT she insisted 

SO .... 

I did

The other B was quite interested

She suggested we do the foam together 

I looked at B and she said do it..............

So we did

As soon as we got into the foam she grabbed my cock and started working it

Before long I was rock hard and she was sucking on my nipples

Anyway we came out of the foam and took a shower in the outdoor shower together and went back to sit down next to B

B was very amused 

And I was very erect!!!!

To be continued............

From Donna:

What do you mean to be continued?

What's up with that?   *grumbling incessantly*

Wait, something's wrong here! Punctuation may be missing but, aside from a few homonyms, the spelling is correct.

OMG Miguel, are you okay???

Thanks for the update, Miguel. Though wearing my corporate controller hat, I am a little concerned about B's role as facilitator in all this.  Have we put her on the worker's comp report?  If she slipped and fell in some foam while trying to extract the special occasion cock from some unfortunate "situation" , I would hat to have us all end up in Court.

We look forward to the continuation of your report.  Although this photo that was slipped under the UCTMW cyber-transom does have me a little concerned about who the perpetrator in all this action really was.

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.