Our Two-fer Tuesday

With kids at home and Mistress's job getting a little out of whack, I think we've let down those of you who see Mick and Molly as role models for profligate sex. No, we may not have the "marathon" sessions here at the UCTMW World HQ that occur over at J's "Love Shack". But in the past we have been none for our training camp two a day regime. Not so much these last few weeks though.

But for those of you concerned that old Mick may be sliding down hill, yesterday was a lovely example that I'm not quite on the far side yet.

Of course, there was the 6:30 am wake up booty call, before we climbed on our bikes for a cool morning ride on our neighborhood hills.

But then we had a little surprise last evening.

We arrived home planning on some quick worship, and then making dinner for our girls.

But SURPRISE: they had actually organized themselves into a trip to the movies with another friend.

Can you see our sad look of disappointment when we learned the little "divas in training" had decided to forsake their parents' company for an evening out?

We tried to hide our glee until they left, then settled into a perfect evening at home in our temporarily evacuated nest:  I worked Mistress's clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue until she came with a moan and shudder of delight. Then she turned her attention to my cock, teasing and taunting it with her skilled mouth until she had me begging for the privilege to fuck her.

Fortunately, she was indulgent.

After that, a short nap, and the dinner we had planned, but just for the two of us, watching some escapist TV: Political Animals . Hardly Pulitizer material. More low brow Aaron Spelling material for political junkies. But plenty of guitly pleasure fun to watch in a post sexual buzz.

It was a nice, "night off" for Mistress and Slave, showing the potential for getting back into a more robust sexual groove once we have the UCTMW World HQ back to ourselves in a few short weeks.

It's also good Slave got his quota in yesterday because tonight Mistress will be spending the evening with her Lover over at his "love shack" while I take on the grim but obligatory task of taking my mother to dinner so she can see her two granddaughters.

"Is it bad that I'm abandoning you guys with only a two weeks to go before they leave Slave."

"No Mistress .... it makes good sense.  You've paid your dues big time. Do you think J would mind if I tagged along...."

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!