Mistress Get's a Spanking and Some J Action Too

With all of the cuckold hi jinks here in River City these last few weeks, it's been hard to get in a proper switch day.  But yesterday the "tables turned" as they should on a Sunday morning.  After some paper reading, and Mistress hammered out a proposal for work, there was still some time for Slave to slap the red leather cuffs on her wrists and afix her to our bed, belly down, back up.

Maybe it was all this talk about Jay over at All Mine planning on giving Suzanne a spanking upon her return from vacation, but my palm was itchin' to reddin' her pert little ass.

Ans so, I did.  But I took it slow, interspersing some firm slaps with my palm with some caresses that had Mistress squirming nicely.

It didn't take long for Mistress's cute bottom to turn a nice cherry red. By that time, slave was reaching for the trusty hitachi to top of Mistress's "torture". Suffice it to say that with the power tool thrust between her parted thighs, between the sheets and her squirming clean shaven folds, it did not take long for Mistress to build to a moaning, shuddering climax.

I flipped the device off, and discovered that Slave's work-a-day cock was ready for a little action of it's own. Not wanting to waste too much time flipping her over, I slid in from behind, and my loving thrusts seemed to thrill Mistress almost as much as the intense vibrations of the hitachi.

I did take some time to photograph Mistress's cute ass during all this. Maybe you can see the hitachi peaking out between her thighs?

Now this might be enough Sunday action for your typical Mistress. But as things turned out here, she had some other options which she was more than happy to exploit.

We made an appearance at my grandson's birthday bash, dodging water balloons and passing on the cake, then headed over to J's love shack with our bicycles.  It was my first chance to step inside the scene of Mistress's seduction over these last few months. It's a  cozy place, isolated in a pastoral section of town with lots of privacy. When I saw the nice, private sun deck, I was surprised that Mistress hadn't been over here for some nude sunbathing.  Maybe later this summer?

Our plan was a long bike ride with J.  Soon we were on  rolling hills, then riding along a long river side bike trail. Two hours and 15 miles later we were back, and Slave was more than adequately "exercised".  It was about 3:30 pm, and I had my assignment: do the grocery shopping for dinner, while Mistress and J "conferred" for a while before dinner.

Mistress kissed me goodbye, and I was off, as they slid inside, arm in arm.

They came up for air back at our house at around 7 pm, where Slave had prep-ed for dinner - grilled Salmon and a salad that Mistress would whip up.  The cute Co-Ed joined us, and all went smoothly. She seems to have accepted the concept that J is a business friend of both of us, and the conversation was light and friendly.

After dinner, the three of them picked up some desert at the local DQ. Then Mistress, J and Mick sat down to watch the latest Mad Men episode.  I think Mistress enjoys sitting in the middle on the couch, holding both of her men's hands.

All in all, I think Mistress could say that she had a very full and satisfying Sunday.

Questions of Cuckold Etiquette

It was a pretty laid back day yesterday here at the UCTMW World HQ. Our week had been busy, including that overnight trip to DC. So we were not in the mood for socializing. There was some toasty wake up sex. Then some errands to run. But we found ourselves back in the Executive Suite by around 3:30 pm with absolutely nothing on the agenda.

That meant a nap, some reading and some nice worship and fucking before we even thought about dinner or what to do with our Saturday evening.  The cute Co-Ed made it easier for us by announcing she was spending the evening at a friend's house.

Sometime after the sex, but before Slave grilled some steak to add to a salad Mistress prepared, she got on the phone with J to discuss  plans for Sunday.  I was reading but could pick up her side of the conversation as she laid there beside me in bed, both of us still naked and reeking of all those sexual juices and aromas we had been generating.

You could tell he was lobbying for an early morning "booty call".

"But J, we've got an 11 am birthday party for Mick's grandson.... I shouldn't miss that...."

I interjected, telling Mistress she could skip the party and let me cover it, but she insisted she would not miss it.

"We could invite J, Mistress.... he could meet my ex-wife, that might be funny."

Mistress repeated my suggestion, with a giggle.

"And how would we introduce you, J .... 'here's Molly new boyfriend', or maybe 'friend with benefits...'"

That sure would get some tongues wagging.

Obviously, this suggestion was shoved aside, but I suppose it does raise a question that some contemporary, kinky  Emily Post might have to resolve someday.

We settled on a plan that involves the three of us going over to J's house for a bike ride after the party. Then I will leave the two of them alone over there for some "consultation".  Then the two of them will return to our house for some dinner here.

Of course, that leaves the next tricky etiquette question:  How we explain our dinner guest to the cute Co-Ed. She's seen J hanging around with us here over the last few weeks, so he's no stranger. The cover is a "business friend" of the two of us.

If anyone has any etiquette suggestions for us on this, please chime in.

Yo Ho Ho and a Barrel of Lube

My exploitative experiment in headline composition proved that my cynicism was correct: by titling a post "Scarlett Johansson in Bondage", I drew more than twice as many clicks to that page yesterday as the prior two postings, with bland titles like "Junket" and "Off to DC", had drawn.

 Lesson learned my friends.

The blogosphere is no more sophisticated than the readers of the New York Daily News, as in "Carter to NYC: Drop Dead!"  Sex still sells, and a sexy headline is required even to "sell" a sex blog.

But that still doesn't explain why the post a few weeks back titled "Side Dish" drew nearly three times as many clicks as the posts that bracketed it. Did it somehow get listed on Google with "what to make for  dinner" recipes?

But at least I did have some pictures of Scarlett Johannson in bondage, didn't I? And to further satisfy your prurient interests, here is a video clip showing the scene that I mentioned.  Although if I had been the editor I would have let the camera linger a tad longer on the details of her bondage, or maybe let the villain use an Hitachi to extract information from her rather than the crude threat of letting her fall down that elevator shaft.  I'm dedicating this clip to the other Jay, who is still on his own, with Suzanne and Tammy off on a short vacation. Have fun, big guy, even though National Masturbation month is now over!

Believe me movie buffs, the Avengers does not get any better after this scene, which comes before the title credits begin to roll.

When speaking of masturbation, it's hard not to mention the WC. He's remembered here for a taste for high end lubricant bought by the bucket load. His attempts to load those charges onto his UCTMW expense account have been mentioned here before, But he came to mind when I read this article (likes) in the NY Times yesterday about a guy who "liked" and commented on a facebook ad from Amazon offering a barrel of personal lubricant. His visage then ended up bouncing around facebook in an online ad for said lubricant.  Not the sort of personal endorsement you want all of your facebook friends to see and then pass on to their friends. 

Even sadder, when I searched for  "barrel of lube"  in google images this morning, this poor sap's photo from the Times article also popped up.  Not exactly a  product you want to be forever synonomous with on the internet. So be careful what you "like" out there!

OK.... enough popular culture.  I suppose I owe you some sex on a Saturday morning.

Rest assured that Mistress and Molly had a nice reunion Friday evening here at the UCTMW World HQ after her sleepover at J's loveshack on Thursday night.  WE got back together at around 6 pm, me from the office and she from an office "retreat" up the highway. She beat me home, and when I arrived she was in our bed, already changed into a short black silk nightie, getting herself a little rest.

The weather had gotten cold and damp here, and though we had planned a post-work bike ride it just seemed silly not to crawl into bed with Mistress.  She read the blog as I worshipped those lovely clean shaven folds, wondering if I could the lingering effects of her night with J.  And later, after she had given me permission to fuck her, she recounted some of their exploits from the night before.

"He likes to taste my parts almost as much as you do Slave...."

"I'm sure he's becoming addicted to you, just like I am...."

"I think he may be Slave....."

I was taking it slow and easy, no rush, since we had an evening in front of us with no plans other than a salad and some bad TV.

"And I think you're getting addicted to his cock, Mistress .... you like having two don't you?

"It's not bad, Slave....."

Well, I suspect you know how this goes..... the smutty dialog about her overnight with J drove us into a bit of a frenzy, and soon Slave was begging for permission to cum.  Thankfully, Mistress indulged me.

Just another Friday night in River City.

Scarlett Johannson in Bondage

Mistress and Slave fully exploited our DC hotel room yesterday morning. Our plane did not leave until 2 pm, and though it was a nice day outside, it's not that we'd never been to DC before. There was no need to do touristy things when we had been a little negligent on the sexual front on Wednesday.

So there was some sleeping in, handling a few emails, and an extended session of worship, cock riding and plain old fucking. I think by the time we were done, and I had been successful in my begging for the privilege to come, we had exorcised any latent horniness for at least a few hours.

But on the way home, Mistress did let me know she had some alternative plans for the evening once we got back to River City.

"Slave, I hope you don't mind, but J wants me to sleep over at his house this evening....."

"No problem, Mistress. It has been since Monday afternoon. I suspect he's missing you."

"It seems that way...."

Of course, Mistress is always sensitive that her Slave may get a little lonely on her nights out. But I assured her things would be fine, and made plans to take our cute Co-Ed out to see the Avengers movie, something that I'd been wanting to do.

We got home from the airport by around 5 pm, and Mistress unpacked one bag and packed another for her "sleep-over" at J's love shack.  But she did give me a chance to give her a special kiss good bye.

"Slave, why don't you worship me before I go..... I know you'll miss that in the morning."

She's right, I do miss it this morning.

. But I surely took the opportunity to taste and pleasure her clean shaven folds as she laid back on the bed, making sure she had a couple of orgasms for the road. (Hopefully J did not mind if I took a little of her sexual 'edge' off.... as we all know, Mistress has what appears to be an unlimited capacity to cums at her disposal).

I walked her down to the car, and loaded her bag for her, like a good Slave.

"You know I should be making you wear your cage slave....."

"If you wish, Mistress....."

"But that would be a little mean, wouldn't it.  Just no touching!"

I agreed to those generous terms and she was off.

And soon I was off to the movies with our daughter. Which is where the headline comes in (I know, it's a tease, but its a little experiment I'm conducting.... I note that the tone of the headline definitely impacts the number of 'clicks" this page gets.... though I still can't explain why the bog titled "Side Dish" a few weeks back went off the charts).

The Avengers was typical over special effected super hero movie action, with a few clever lines, some overstuffed villian ranting,  and very little else in it. Except for the part at the very beginning which featured Scarlett Johannson (who I have had a "soft" spot for since her first movie with Bill Murray), in sexy undies, black tights and ropes.  Yum. She's tied to a chair, though it's not sexy bondage, but "tell me what I want to know or I'll tip the chair down the elevator shaft" bondage.  Suffice it to say, the "Black Widow" escapes from her plight with panache. Sadly, all this happens before the title credits, and she does not reprise the role of damsel in distress for the rest of the flick. Though she does a nice job of filling out a leather cat suit.

But It is funny what you come up with when you google "Scarlett Johannson in bondage".

Is one of those women really her?  Which one?

You will be happy to know that despite this source of stimulation, Slave followed the "no touch" regime last night. And Mistress did check in with me before she and J went to sleep last night, reminding me that she loved me and was thinking of me.

I was thinking about you too, Mistress.  And love you too!