Cross Examination

We've been way too busy today. Which explains the lack of a blog post this AM. When the alarm goes off at 6:15 am, you can bet old Slave will be sidled up against Mistress in bed, rather than working on a morning entry.

The sad part is that I did have some "action" to report on.

I used my switch privileges to full advantage to "cross examine" Mistress about her adventures with her lover on Saturday over at the "love nest".

First she was tied to the bed, tummy down. arms spread wide in her red leather cuffs.

I applied some firm spanks to her ass, between some clever questioning techniques to get to the bottom of all the sucking, fucking and fondling that went on over there after their bike ride.

There was a shared shower -- Mistress no doubt having various body parts fondled by her lover.

Then a hour of cock riding, cunt licking, cock sucking and other activities that Mistress describes as "very athletic". J seems to enjoy the stand at the side of the bed and thrust aggressively stance, which no doubt sends Mistress into a frenzy.

It's nice that she has lovers with different styles of love making, don;t you think.

And once I got the full tawdry story, I figured she deserved a reward for her candor.

The trusty power tool - our Hitachi Magic Wand -  was within reach, under our bed.  So it was easy enough to thumb it on and slide it under her luscious ass.

It's always amusing to watch Mistress squirm and writhe against that churning buld, building herself up to a frenzy where there is no turning back.

"Remember, Mistress... you need to ask permission...."

I think I surprised her, because she was oh so close.

"Can I come, Slave?"

"Not yet, Mistess...."

This was, obviously, a surprise.

"What do you mean....."

The oozing frustration in her tone was .... amusing.

"Just hold on a little longer, Mistress..... I bet you can."

There was a little moan of frustration. Her hips slowed a bit in their dance with the power tool. But not for long.

"Now can I come Slave.....?"

"Not yet, love...."

Another frustrated moan.  So Slave got indulgent.

"Ok, Mistress.... gor for it...."

And she did.... cycling through one cum, backing off a bit, and then going off big time with another one. It was only after the "after shocks" rattled through her that she was begging me to turn the tool off.

Poor Mistress.... sexual overload.

Rest assured, before we were done, Slave made sure he took his own pleasure from his Mistress too.

Mistress's Very Busy Saturday

The schedule I discussed here yesterday was altered slightly. I went upstairs to wake Mistress at around 7:30 am, anticipating she would be off to J's by 8 am for their date of "Bike Riding +".  I presumed that  Slave would have to wait for his own sexual bonanza until later.

But I got a pleasant surprise.

"J texted to suggest I not get there until nine, Slave.... it's your lucky day."

Meaning there was time for Slave to get some action here in the Executive Suite before Mistress headed off to the "love shack" for some time with her lover.

"Everyday is my lucky day when you're around, Mistress."

Rest assured that I took full advantage of my opportunity. So if anyone got "sloppy seconds" yesterday, it was J!

Soon Mistress was off, and I had a full morning planned too, entertaining my grandsons with a swim at a friend's pool.

At some point Mistress texted me with updates. A certain amount of lollagaging was unfolding it seemed. A flat tire to repair. Breakfast. yadda yadda. My theory is that J likes having Mistress around so he tends to procrastinate a bit, extending their time together. And who can blame him? What are Saturdays for?

At some point Mistress texted that she'd be back by 3 or so. I was heading home myself, after visiting my cranky mother.  I had a feeling they had transitioned by now to the "good part".

Sure enough, a little after 3 pm, Mistress staggered home. She had been "rode hard" both on the bike and otherwise. And while Slave had the opportunity to worship her fragrant and well exercised folds, it was clear that Mistress needed a little rest.

"My parts are pretty tired, Slave.... hope you don't mind....."

"Of course not, Mistress."

I suspect I can extract a more complete de-briefing later this morning. It is Switch Day after all.

Friday Night at the Movies

Mistress and Slave were determined to have a relazing Friday night, on our own schedules last night, despite the fact that our sullen teen would be skulking about.  When we got home and she wanted to know "what's for dinner" we gently explained that her parents would be having a self-made "picnic" while watching a movie, and she might want to consider fending for herself.

There was the usual whining about there being nothing suitable to eat in our wretched home (she should have seen the yurt!) for her delicate vegetarian sensibilities, but we noted that we had just visited the local market and picked up some fresh fruit, veggies, cheeses and bread.

She seemed to survive this harrowing abandonment for the evening.

Meantime, Mistress and Slave went about their business, doing our best not to feel too guilty.

Slave fell to his knees for some pre-bike ride worship, salving Mistress's clean shaven folds with my devoted lips and tongue.

Then a pre-dusk ride in the sultry summer heat.

After the ride, a cooling shower together, which led to some earnest fucking once we were dry and back to our bed.

A short nap.

Then our picnic dinner together on the couch as we watched an Indie flick "Take this Waltz", which opened recently but is doing the simultaneous in Pay Per View route to distribution. Here's the Trailer.

It's a clever, funny, pretty film, set in Toronto, a place I've only been once. It made me want to visit again, to check out the funky neigborhoods and beach scene it portrays. (Though I also tend to think of Toronto as the place where James Earle Ray hing out after killing MLK.)

And it has a quirky plot about a 20 something wife who falls hard in lust for the hot guy across the street and struggles with the dueling compulsions of her "plight". You wanted to shake her and say, "honey, just ask your husband for permission.... he might actually like it!"

Speaking of which..... Mistress has an early morning "appointment" today, over at J's "love shack". A long bike ride followed by some time in the sack, no doubt.  Slave will be busy entertaining my grandsons and visiting my grumpy mother.

With this early curtain call, Slave may not get his usual Saturday AM "wake up" sex.... Maybe I'll have to settle for "sloppy seconds" this afternoon?

Finally, in the spirit of potential cuckolds gone awry, fellow blogger Harry Haversackers passed on the following cautionary tale from the Canadian Press. Here's the link . So one more thing to put on the DON'T list:

Don't send naked photos of your wife, who happens to be a Judge, to a former client in hopes he might want to have sex with her!  He just might report you to the Bar Association. Or try to blackmail you!

Thanks for the tip, Harry!

Biding Our Time

This sharing of the nest thing is getting a little old.

We've got two daughters at home with too much time on their hands. The projects and jobs that the cute Co-Ed started the summer with are spent and she does not go back for another two weeks.

The one who came back from Europe did not make plans herself, apparently on the theory that it was only a month before she left herself for College.

So here they are: loitering at the UCTMW World HQ, generating laundry and dirty dishes, and cramping their parents more exotic sexual stylings.

I'm sure it makes for a rather tedious "sex blog". Could UCTMW survive as a negligent parenting blog, or via low brow political commentary and movie critiques?

Moroni Forbid? (oops. see, now I'm lowering myself to Mormon jokes.)

Rest assured, Slave is still making sure I worship Mistress at the end of our work day. And there has been daily wake up sex here in the executive suite. But we haven't had a decent orgy, or a sleepover by Mistress's lover in weeks now.

She is going to drop by his house on Saturday morning.

"I figure a bike ride followed by sex Slave.... then home by around 2? Will that work for you?"

"No problem, Mistress."

She deserves a little "vacation" from her work and mommy roles, don't you think?

Speaking of work, Slave has handled some strange sex harassment cases over the years in my work role. Some have been very conventional: the dentist who can't take no for an answer from his hygenist. Others more exotic: the gay guy who's convinced that folks are discriminating against him, but then ends up with porn on his office computer.

But this week there was one I heard about that is sex blogable: the guy who gets fired for soliciting a co-worker to have sex with him AND his wife.  The husband and wife worked together. And there was a collection of other "young things" (female variety) around the office. Sounds as if the wife would let the husband know which of the young things she would find appealing, then it was his job to see if there was any interest in a threesome.

Apparently some women who received the query were offended and reported the solicitation. So the husband was fired, but the wife kept her job.

Now that's what I would call "taking it for the team."

But it also turns out that other women in the office were offended because HE NEVER INVITED THEM TO PLAY.

What, are we chopped liver?

You just can't win.



The lesson here is that when you are looking for a third or fourth, don't do it at the office.

Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe my office needs to watch out.

Yesterday as I wandered through the lobby, where a big screen TV mounted on the wall is usually turned to CNN, there were images of women in bikinis frolicking in some sand, swatting a ball back and forth, and frequently embracing one another. As the Mayor of London described the scene, they were like "glistening seals", but with nice curves and tans.

Presumably one of our female employees could accuse us of creating a hostile work environment with these images of cavorting semi-naked women on full display in the work place.

Drat. It was just the endless Olympics. 

Why don't table tennis players wear bikinis?