Mistress's Drive By Cum

Because her new work location is a bit farther from my office, Mistress's opportunities to stop by for some mid-day stress relief have been much fewer and far between.

So it was nice that yesterday she had a meeting in my building with a client. Unfortunately, she had to bring a colleague along, a junior member of her staff.

But that did not deter her.

She mentioned the possibility of a "drop by" at around 11:30 am, and she surprised me when she waltzed into my office at a around 11:20, clearly with mischief on her mind.

She entered closing the door behind her, but was in a bit of a rush.

"I told 'Karen' (her staffer)  to wait in the lobby for me, Slave.... that I had to see you about something...."

I was already up out of my seat, sliding the chair into place against the unlockable door.

In my haste, I forgot to place the absorbent maroon blanket I normally use on such occasions on the blue upholstery.  Ah well, a little Mistress juice won't do much harm, will it?

I did have a chance to take this photo with my I-Phone, if only to show you her nice summer frock. And those well exercised and tanned legs.

I was already on my knees to capture an alternative camera angle, so simply crawled to her pressing my face against those delicious thighs, and worming my tongue and lips to the cusp of her clean shaven folds.

In no time, Mistress was squirming as I poked and probed my way to the spot that took her over the top, her head gently bumping against the door as she stifled a moan of release.

I guess it's lucky that the intern delivering the mail this week had already made his rounds. I'm not sure he knows the protocol of not opening a closed door.

Her "business" concluded, Mistress wriggled back into her undies, now the picture of purposeful lady executive again. Total elapsed time?  Maybe 5 minutes.

"Thanks for the lick, Slave...."

"My pleasure, Mistress.  I hope Karen didn't mind the wait."

Color Co-Ordinated Mistress

Mistress had another challenging schedule yesterday, balancing time with the two men in her life.

I was told to wake her at 8 am, which gave us two hours together, which, as you can see, were used constructively.

After some newspaper reading, Mistress found herself with those red cuffs affixed to her wrists, arms locked behind her, and available for whatever her slave had in his devious mind for Switch Day.

Don't you like the way her nail polish matches those cuffs?

There was some spanking, much caressing, and, of course, the application of her favorite power tool. The churning Hitachi soon had those well exercised ass muscles flexing with purpose, and Mistress begging for permission to cum. 

As you can imagine, I was indulgent.

She did make some lovely mewling sounds as my anxious to please her cock took her from behind, her hands now fixed together above her head.

All in all it was a lovely switch day, made all the more pleasant by the fact that our cute Co-Ed had fled the nest to visit a friend for the weekend.  It was nice to ahve that empty nest back again.

But by 10 am, Mistress was off, for a long bike ride with J over in his more pastoral neck of the woods.

I had some chores to do, and a grumpy mother to visit.  I heard from her at about 2 pm, via text.

'Went for a 25 mile ride, Slave ... see you soon."

And I did, at around 3 pm.

"I showered over there Slave.... and there wasn't really sex...."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, he did insist on licking me down there Slave... he's like you about that...."

"I can't say as I blame him...."

Well, I was going to go on a little longer this morning, about our early dinner together, but Mistress is paging me, and I hardly want to miss that window of opportunity, do I? .  I'll close, with a shot of Mistress's color co-ordinated ass after our morning switch!

The Demanding Task Mistress

You probably have gotten the impression from these reports that Mistress is a devoted exercise fiend. And it's probably good for the well being of both of her men that she likes company when she exercises.

Left to my own aging body's proclivity for inertia (What's the rule we learned in Physics?  an object at rest tends to stay at rest, while one in motion tends to stay in motion), I would more likely than not find a place in the shade on a hot humid day with a newspaper or good book than try to increase my heart beat rate.

But Mistress likes to jump on her bike or go to the gym every day, and usually can persuade me to come along. Of course, when I do, I always appreciate the benefits, including watching Mistress's shapely ass and legs as I trail her up a steep grade.

Now Mistress has sucked her lover J into this routine. He's more of a golfer than someone into a hard core cardio fitness regime, but she's got him leading her (and sometimes us) on long rides through his hilly neighborhood, which is much more pastoral than our own.

Although it sounds like things got off to a slow start yesterday morning, which ties into something that may distinguish women from men.

She had spent the night, and I was leaving the UCTMW World HQ around 9: 30 am to pick up my cute grand kids for a swim, as my phone rang.

"Hi Slave.... just getting ready to go for a ride.... I'll see you around 1 pm back at home for sex... will you be ready for that?"

"Absolutely, Mistress!"

But then, at around 10:30 or so, I got another call as I was sitting at poolside, watching the two cuties paddle around in their water wings.

"Hi Slave.... still trying to get J moving.... should be biking soon....."

Hmmm. Wonder what had deterred their earlier departure, I'm thinking.

Back at home later, as we were shedding our clothes, Mistress filled in the blanks.

"Well we had some rather ... vigorous sex in the morning, Slave.... and he went back to sleep.... I had one hell of a time getting him up and out of bed."

As she was telling me her sad story, I followed her direction to insert "your device", the aneros, as a little extra stimulant.... not that my cock needed any more encouragement after nearly 30 or so hours of neglect.

"I can feel for him Mistress.... after we have sex, I'm usually the one to nod off, while you're invigorated and ready for the next activity...."

"I suppose that's true Slave...."

I handed her the laptop so she could read the blog, as I settled between her clean shaven folds to provide her with the stimulation she so clearly deserved.

Needless to say, Mistress ultimately got J moving, and they did another 15 miles before she headed home to see me.

And this morning, her plan is to head back over there for more "riding", time I will use to visit my grumpy mother.

But fortunately, we've built a little extra time into our morning for switch day.

Gee, I hope her bottom is not too sore for the saddle.

Mistress's Double Header Date Night

It has to be tough on Mistress in a way: juggling two men, particularly on the weekends.  Both of us enjoy spending time with her, and she enjoys both of our attentions. ANd there is exercise to fit in too.

So last night seemed a little conflicting for her.

She and her Slave went to a social dinner for a Board she is on -- I tagged along as the dutiful spouse. It was fine dining and fine wine to go along with it. As well as charming, if a little stuffy, company at our table.

So we had to suppress a giggle when the salads were served.  What is the first thought that coes to your mind when you see this artful display of greens and beets:

When I whipped out my I-phone to snap a picture, one  of the guests asked if we have a food blog.  Mistress demurred.... "well there is a blog, but not about food....."  Through the dinner, an older gentlemen with a beard and a knowing way about him seemed to be flirting with Mistress. definitely hanging on her every word, and deploying his worldly charm. She noticed it too.

"He's probably as old as my Mother, Slave...."

"But not too old not to know a hot woman when he sees one, Mistress."

As dinner developed slowly, I noticed Mistress checking her watch.

"Anxious for your second date of the evening, Mistress?",  I whispered into her lovely ear.

"No, Slave .... we have plenty of time."

The plan was for me to drop her off at J's house.... she had left her car and bicycle there the night before. And as we drove there just as the sun was setting, Mistress seemed a little conflicted.

"It feels kind of strange... it's a Friday night and I should probably be going home with my Slave..."

I tried to reassure. 

"It's not that I wouldn't like you home tonight, Mistress.  But I have no complaints. You should do what you want to do.... do you want to spend the night at J's or not?"

"Well.... Sure I do.... I've got the best of both worlds.... happily married and dating... sort of...."

"Then enjoy...."

I dropped her off, after a lingering kiss goodbye in J's driveway.... I wasn't going to invite myself in.  I figure three's a crowd on a Friday night.  And I had already had my date.

Mistress was going to enjoy a "double header", sort of like Suzanne did last night over at All Mine .  But without Big Blackie.

She did call me later to say good night. This morning she and J are going for one of those long bike rides. Slave may do one too - but definitely shorter. And after I take my cute grandsons swimming, we will be back together her for an early afternoon "matinee", before heading out to the baseball game and a concert.

Hope our readers have every bit as much fun the first official weekend of summer.