Mistress Plays the Tease

J's "love shack" is in a tony, more rural part of our region, with big homes rolling hills and a nearby bike trail that has Mistress going gaga -

"I've told J that I may be more into the bike riding over here than the sex, Slave...."

"That's a little cruel, Mistress.... I'm sure you enjoy both ....."

But she clearly is feeling increasingly at home at what had been a rather spartan "bachelor pad" just a few weeks ago. And I do think in her devious way, she likes to tease us both with her brazen behavior.

Last night we headed there after work, my bike on board. She had left her bike there earlier in the week, along with a tooth brush and some other essentials.

"An interesting way to mark your territory, Mistress....."

She just gave me that "Moi?" look.

Once we arrived, I lingered in the drive, unloading my bike and sliding the wheel on. By the time I came inside, Mistress had already shed her pants and thong, which found a nice little resting place in his "living room", as shown above.

I think it may still make J a little uncomfortable when Mick is around that Mistress is so clearly "at ease" around him. And of course, Mistress seems to take some twisted pleasure in exploiting this discomfort for her own amusement.

So when I stepped out of the bathroom, where I changed into my riding shorts, Mistress was languishing in her black shorts, but bare breasted.

She had somehow persuaded J to launder her riding clothes left behind earlier in the week, but her jersey was still unaccounted for.

Ultimately, J found it on a heap of yet to be cleaned bed linens at the foot of her bed.  And I couldn't help turn the knife a little.

"Mistress, could it be that J was using that aromatic remnant of you in bed this week .... sort of as a reminder of the "benefits" you provide here...."

J rolled his eyes, as Mistress joined in.  "Sort of like I had you sleep with some of my lingerie when we were commuting, Slave...."

"That's sort of what I had in mind...."

Despite the fact that her jersey seemed a little "soiled" she slipped into it, and soon we were off on what turned into a long and exhilarating ride.  About 10  miles into it, we stopped for dinner in a little riverside town, where we enjoyed some beer (Mistress had wine) and a meal.

Clearly, Mistress was enjoying her Friday night "date" with her husband and lover.

"This is pretty nice, having two men wining and dining me.... I feel a little selfish."

Sometime in the evening, we finally got word via a curt text that our cute Co-ed would be spending the night with a friend in the City, which opened up some new options.  We didn't want her asking questions if her Dad came home without her Mom on a Friday night. A little "sketchy", as she might put it.

Mistress took me aside, "Slave,  J would like me to spend the night .... is that OK?"

Well of course it was not something she needed "permission" for was it?  But it was nice of her to ask, and of course she got my blessing.

By the time we finished our long ride back at the "love shack"  it was nearly dark.  I reloaded my bike, and J decided to take a quick trip to the nearby grocery for some provisions.

"Mick will keep me company while you're gone, J."

So there we were, alone in the her lover's comfortable home.

Could we resist?

Uhhh..... what do you think.

Soon Mistress had eased out of her sweaty riding shorts, and Slave was on his knees, on front of J's couch, giving her a little warm-up for what was surely to come.

After she was (temporarily) satisfied, Slave reminded me that the "no touch" rule remained in effect, and that she would see me in the morning, when I might get the chance I was already anxious for -- to fuck her brains out, so to speak.

I figured it was time for me to go. But Mistress had one more task for me.

She pulled off the jersey she'd been wearing, and was now completely nude.

"Slave, why don't you take these dirty things with you and put them in the wash?"

"Happily, Mistress...."

And that's how things were as I went to the door, just as J was returning.

I think he was a little surprised to see Mistress in the threshold there, kissing me good bye, completely naked, and ready to turn her undivided attention to him.

She is quite a tease, isn't she?

Cuckold Pscych 101

Another week of pithy reporting, banter and smutty photos has flown by here at UCTMW.

During the course of the week, our Senior Correspondent lost and then regained her internet connection. That means we're expecting some post from her in the not too distant future (hint! hint!).

We've received confirmation that the WC was a non-stop wanker, even back in middle school, and that Suzanne was already embracing her inner Domme at the expense of totally over-matched 7th grade boys while the Nuns were looking elsewhere.

Here in River City, Mistress and Slave have been going a little crazy over a 20 year old Co-Ed who seems to have not much to do other than hang around here in the evenings and cramp our sexually expansive style.

Tonight could be where that comes to a head.

Mistress and Slave are heading over to J's love shack for a long bike ride with him at the end of the work day. Afterwards.... well, it would certainly seem normal for Mistress to remain a little longer with him to enjoy a little of their "special" relationship, while Slave heads home.  Either he could drop her off later tonight, or she could sleep over and return on the AM.

But what if the Co-Ed has no plans tonight?

"I could just go hang out somewhere, Mistress!"

"No you won't Slave.... you might get into 'trouble'".

AS if.

So what happens tonight (beyond a bike ride) may depend on whether the Co-Ed gets her cute little sorority girl ass up and out the door, or spends another evening watching videos with her kitties.

This brings to mind a post that Suzanne shared earlier this week from the Daily Beast entitled "Cuckolding: the Intellectual Sex Fetish".  The author, who seems to have limited her research to some tacky web sites, calls cuckolding:

"S&M for Ph. D's: Cuckolding in which men watch their wives have sex with other guys, is catching on among people with high IQ's who revel in the psychological agony."

The article goes onto describe couples who engage some random "stud" to fuck the wife, with the guy watching and wanking, as the woman explains what a far superior lover this anonymous dude is compared to the pathetic cuck of a husband. The husband revels in the humiliation, but would be horrified if the stud and the wife did something like take a walk to an ice cream parlor together. Now THAT would be threatening.

Now Slave hardly thinks of himself as an intellectual, a word given a pejorative connotation back in the days of Adlai Stevenson and Joe McCarthy.  But if you've been following us here, you know that what we've been up to does not involve me watching my wife have sex with other guys, while wanking. (Well I suppose there was that strange scene involving Francois and Didi and Mistress a few months back....but Slave waited for later!)

First off, neither  J or Mistress would be comfortable with old Mick sitting back and enjoying their "show", with or without my cock in hand.  Would she welcome a chance for us both to show her some physical attention in the same venue.... now that is another story, but J is probably not there yet. And may never be.

Nor do we see J as some anonymous "stud". AS Mistress says, "he's like having a new friend, Slave, but we get to fuck too!"  They do enjoy each other's company, and are on the phone and text one another regularly.

It's really quite romantic!

Mistress says "it's like a little escape..."

And she deserves one, don't you think?

"So what's in it for Slave?", you might ask.

(Of course, Suzanne might say, at that question.... "who gives a rats ass, a good Slave lives to make his Mistress happy.... and she would be onto something.)

The Daily Beast article, and some other more thoughtful and researched pieces goes into it a bit.  The notion of "healthy competition", or "sperm competition" may express it. When it is apparent that your wife is "hotly contested" there is a little extra thrill in the chase. Why shouldn't I, after more than 20 years with Mistress, have to compete a little for her attentions?

It does seem to heat things up in our bed. And of course, it makes her happy, reflates her self-esteem at a point in her life when that can't hurt, can it?

So, sad to report Daily Beast, you seem to be way off the mark, at least in our household.

 

 

 

 

HNT / Hitachi Transit 2012

Did you catch all the hype about the Venus Transit this week?  Because of local cloud cover, I missed any opportunities to go blind through direct observation, but I did catch some rather impressive photos, like this one:

But the more I thought about it, the more it reminded me of a shot I took Sunday, as I was exercising my switch privileges. It was when I took a little frustrating "break" from using the hitachi on Mistress as she was tied face down on our bed.

 Downright Astronomical, isn't it?

I know the WC and Suzanne were skeptical about my ability to "keep it together" until last evening, when Mistress and Slave were finally reunited after a cruel two days of abstinence to accommodate her bike /cock riding sleepover  at J's "love shack". 

Suffice it to say that I always received good grades back in Catholic School under the "exercise self control" category.  I suspect the WC did not go that route, and was wanking off in the "cloak room" on an hourly basis back in 8th grade. As for Suzanne, I can imagine her mentally enslaving 6th and 7th grade boys by giving them teasing little glimpses of her inner thighs, and maybe more,  as they stold surreptitious  glances of her  down the aisle while a surly Nun was leading the daily rote recitation  from the Cathecism ( as in "Why Did God Make You?", etc.).

But rest assured, I was able to "save it" for my opportunity last night.  There was an appetizer of worship when we got home from work at about 6 pm, before heading out on a bike ride.... not nearly as long as the 20 mile extravaganza she enjoyed with J.

Then it was time for me to make dinner for Mistress and our cute Co-Ed.

But when dinner was done and the kitchen was cleaned there was no more lollygagging.

I think Mistress was enjoying the tease of it all though. She commanded me to insert my "device", the aneros, which she knew would be divine overkill. And after I brought her off with a nice lips induced starter cum, she used her soft fingers to get me to the pleading point.

Then she elected to ride my amped up cock to a few more rather dramatic cums of her own, before allowing her Slave to take his pleasure from the top. 

Ahhhh..... exquisite relief. My long abstinence nightmare was over. And, yes, dear friends, it was certainly worth the wait.

Mistress Goes for a "Ride"

Mistress was able to stop by at my office shortly after lunch on Tuesday for a little drive by office worship.  Her office is farther now from mine, so our chances for me to provide a little mid-day sexual attention are fewer and farther between. But that just makes the opportunity more valued.... we chatted about the days developments as I closed the door, slid the chair against it, and fell to m knees.  She was wearing a summer dress, so it was easy for her to just slide off her black undies and spread her elgs.

All very seamless and routine, but still very nice to savor those juices as I licked and sucked her to a nice mid-day release.

For me, it would be my last chance to savor for more than 24 hours.  I had a work event that evening at the local baseball palace, so Mistress made arrangements for a sleepover at J's love shack.

"I hope you don't mind me staying over, Slave, but its so much easier that driving home late at night."

"As you please,  Mistress. I won't be home until late anyway. "  And although I missed her in the bed last night , I do worry about a late night drive home in an overly relaxed or fatigued state of mind.

Mistress called me on the way and said "I don't know what I am looking forward to more Slave.... the long bike ride we've planned or riding J's cock afterwards."

She is a tease. And she said she mentioned the same to J.

"I told him we could just become biking buddies if he preferred...."

"I bet he didn't like that idea, Mistress."

He said "only if I'm a biking buddy with benefits".

I suffered through a marketing event at the baseball game.... in my mind a combination of two rather miserable activities, since I find baseball pretty tedious (no wonder all the new baseball parks are packed with things to do other than to actually watch the game), and have never been particularly good at banal small talk designed to get someone to hire me.

But I did hear a few times from Mistress, including a text saying,

"just back from 20 mile bike ride.... maybe too tired for sex!!!"


Somehow I think the two lovebirds rallied, if not last night, then at some time early this morning.  I doubt J can resist Mistress's charms for long any more than I can.

So Slave slept solo last night, honoring the "no touch" regime imposed here.  I will be particularly horny for her tonight.

But before signing off and heading for the shower, I did want to share the following news item, worth checking out.  School Boss sacked over Explicit emails.

It seems that the Superintendent of the Des Moines, Iowa  school district, Nancy Sebring, on her way to a new job running the Omaha, Nebraska school district,  made the mistake of using her office email account to exchange rather naughty messages with a guy with whom she was having what appears to be a new and torrid extra-marital affair.  Nancy,  57 years old, seems like the all American grandma in her sensible midwestern school administrator photo. Sadly, the local newspaper found the emails through a public records request.  The article has a link to the actual emails, which suggest to me that the Superintendent might have a promising "career" as a sex blogger now that her days as a public education poo-bah have come to a rather spectacular end.

Here is just one exchange, which was nice to have as blog stuffing, particularly since Slave has gotten no action in the last day, and our Senior Correspondent's internet remains on the fritz:

At some point, she does note that she's "craving every inch of you" and "fallen hopelessly in love with your dick."  Good to see her loosening up!

Clearly, Nancy missed that part of the employee handbook which says "You work for the government. Don't use office email or equipment for personal stuff you don't want everyone in town to see."

But having known more than a few big city school superintendents in my day, its good to know that at least one of them has a sex drive and knows how to use it.

All in all, a cautionary tale for those of our readers who are tempted to comment here via office email, or let it all hang out on their office issued PDA's.

It's why Slave and Mistress both take their personal laptops to work!