Cold Weather Cock Confinement

Mistress and her devoted Slave finally made it home late Sunday night. My state of randy had hardly been tempered by the 9 hour drive from Maryland. Diversions along the way included listening to my Pussycats lay an egg against the "mighty" Miami guppies, and the first inning or so of our local baseball team out on that City by the Bay.

But what kept the sexual edge on was Mistress using our mobile "hotspot" to launch some flirtations via Ashley Madison even as the paint was drying on her enjoyable but apparently over relationship with J.  She's the type of girl who believes in "getting back on the horse", and the fetching photo of her tanned legs sitting beside me in the car featured on her profile was already drawing much attention as we crossed through West Virginia and a corner of Pennsylvania.

Ah, the glories of the efficient marketplace!   Milton Friedman would be so proud!

When we pulled into the drive we discovered that our cute Co-Ed was home from college for the night. She'd traveled to a family event up in Chicago with her grandmother, and decided to return to campus in the morning.

But that did not deter Molly and Mick. After a few pleasantries were exchanged about her weekend, we announced we were heading to bed. And once our bags were unpacked, Mistress ordered her Slave to "go put in your device, Slave...."  Inserting the aneros at that point would be like shaking a bottle of Dom Perignon before opening, but WTF. Maybe Mistress was tired and figured she'd get this over quickly!

After the sort of worship that Mistress had sadly been denied all weekend, Slave was allowed to take Mistress in the traditional position. I will leave the details to your imagination. Suffice it to say that it was a great and satisfying releif to have my long 3 days of abstinence over!

By morning, Slave was more than ready for an encore, but sadly, Mistress had a very early meeting, and the alarm woke us both around 6:15 am from a dead sleep.  On her way to the shower, she reminded me that it was a cage day, since we'd be driving seperately.


I dutifully smushed my guy parts into the hard steel ring before climbing into the shower with Mistress, and once we had dried off, I fitted the "hood" over my "pampered" cock, allowing her to shut the lock.

"Thank you, Mistress", I muttered.

"It's so cute when you thank me for locking you away, Slave."

As it turned out, it was a tough day in the cage.

The first frost had settled over River City, and there's something about that steel cage and cold weather that makes my balls swell against their cruel confines. 

The drive to work was one long ouchy squirm, which did not seem to subside until after an hour or so at my desk. Luckily I also have a stand-up desk in my office, which can provide a little relief from that annoying pain as my confined balls rub against my office desk.

By the time we were home, preparing for a pre-dusk bike ride, Mistress was merciful and unlocked me. And once our riding was done I was pampered again with some rather rambunctious pre-dinner fucking after I had given Mistress's clean shaven and well exercised folds a nice tongue bath.

Mistress even rode her work-a-day cock for a while, gathering up a series of shuddering, moaning cums before Slave was allowed to harvest his own.

So while my long cold day in the cage was a tad agonizing with the arrival of the first frost, at least I was able to do some nice reaping at the end of my day!

SmutArt

Mistress and Slave are now headed back to River City, our mobile hotspot providing a link to the blog-o-sphere.  Mistress is already in her "move on" phase, and was  perusing the postings on Ashley Madison, while Slave listened to the Pussycats lose to a team they should have beaten.

And the saddest part of all is that we are still on Sexual lock-down, after two nights in a small hotel room with our sullen teen.

Unfortunately, the weather was cold and rainy on our travels today, so there was no chance for a quicky in the woods on the way home. Hopefully we will have enough pent up sexual energy by the time we hit our driveway tonight so that we need not wait until morning.

Our trip was enjoyable, though. And although there wasn't any real "action", we did see some interesting semi-erotic art at a local museum, collected by the Cone Sisters (no apparent relation to the Cone Bros.) two spinsters who hung with Gertrude Stein, Picasso and the like back in the early part of the 20th Century. No mention was made of their "orientation", but the photos with them and their ex-pat friends, taken in throughout Europe, certainly suggested that they were cutting edge for their time, likely lesbians.

In any event, this painting suggests the sort of furtive love affair that is part of the whole AM cache:

This one and the one at the top suggest the sort of fetching pose it would have been nice to see Molly in, but for our close quarters this weekend:

As for the invasive boyfriend of our daughter's roommate, well it was fortunate for him that he already had evacuated the premises by the time we dropped her back there around 1 pm today. I had been rehearsing my best stare of death and threatening insinuations.

Now with a few more hours to go, I'm just  wondering how the Pats and Broncos will come out to see whether Miguel (our Western Correspondent) or Suzanne, over at All Mine, will take it at the back door for their team.

The horny,

Mick

Parents' Weekend

Molly and Mick are in Maryland this weekend to visit the sullen teen, who is now six weeks deep into her Freshman year.  She seems to be adjusting well, though there is a bit of an issue with her room situation. It seems that every other weekend her roommate "hostesses" her boyfriend in their tiny room, which they refuse to leave for 48 hours.

I asked her,"what do they do, talk, have sex, sleep?"

She responded, "All three, I suppose."

So that means the sullen one feels a little unwelcome there, or at least a little "awkward", and this is one of those boyfriend camped out in the room weekends.

So here we are, all three of us, sharing a room at a local motel on parents' weekend.

That means that Molly and Mick are definitely celebrating an unplanned "abstinence weekend" for our little getaway.  There will definitely be some pent up demand when we finally pull into our driveway Sunday night.  Unless we can find a dry, private space along the highway back to the heartland for a quickie.

I did offer to get a little intimidating with the boyfriend. Maybe roll out my Jersey accent, and ask him for his address and license plate number so some of my "friends" could look him up. Sort of the way Tony Soprano would deal with a problem like this to help out his daughter  Meadow during her Columbia days. But our daughter clearly does not want her parents to meddle, and Dad backed off.

It has been good to see our daughter though, and to see some of this old Harbor town that we've never seen before. We even drove by the old home of Edgar Allen Poe, which is in an neighborhood that now seems better suited for a scene from The Wire than  The Raven. Sadly, the home is shut "until further notice", and the girls seem less than enthused about even getting out of the car.

I did see one scene in the College Bookstore that caught my eye though, under the heading "Reference":

It's a little unsettling to think that when our daughter is assigned research she may be doing it with the whole 50 Shades trilogy.

Shut the fuck up

Hello friends!
 Mick and I are on the road and not likely to post much this weekend. We are visiting European sullen teen and she wants to stay in the hotel with us. There will not be much to blog about. On a related note, the sordid tales of Mick, Molly and Jay likely have come to an end. Our Jay has not turned out to be as interested as All Mine's J in a relationship with a married couple.

I have been involved with Jay for seven months. As you have read it has been a fury of great sex and great bike rides. He has always had reservations about being involved with a married woman. He is pretty traditional. He did meet me on Ashley Madison -- so I am not sure what he thought he was going to find there. So into the relationship we went.

Jay also liked Mick as he loves to rant about politics and sports too. He never could wrap his brain around a guy who was willing to share his wife or the wife that could balance two men (what can I say -- lots of energy and many talents?) (Who knows?)

Early on he dove in. Gave me a key to his house. Asked me to leave "things" there to make overnights easier -- encouraged lots of time together. And I did. I forwarded business to him (not something that I recommend -- as I have never been good at mixing business with pleasure -- kind of wrecks the pleasure.) (lesson learned on this one -- so if you are out there and want to be involved with me-- let's talk about work a little -- but only a little and let's not work together!) (or if you want to work together, let's not have sex please.)

Summer was a challenge. I was busy with the kids and with work. We didn't see each other as much. Mick and I travel as much as we can. Things were strained. And since that time Jay has decided to have his son move to town and move in with him -- and I commend him for this. Not easy.

So here we are. Things have waned some. Don't get me wrong. When we see each other -- we still have great sex and enjoy each other's company. However, Jay has told me that he feels that being involved with a married woman is not good for him. He has asked if we can "hang out" every once in a while but not get serious.

Ok, so this was the part that sent me reeling. What? I am married. Never asked for serious and guess what -- I never planned to show up at your place with a suitcase. And I never asked for a key. SO shocker-- I'm getting my stuff and returning the key. That was met with "slow down Molly and don't be dramatic." Yea, surprise I can be a drama queen too. Does that surprise any of you?

As this conversation continued (digressed) and I listened and became stunned -- I finally said "shut the fuck up." Come on dude -- this is all too weird and I didn't' get into this thing to feel badly -- in fact -- I won't.

For Jay's sake, I am proud of his decision to raise his son and that needs to be his focus. In terms of "us"-- maybe from time to time we see one another -- who knows? And I am joining a women's cycling group cause there are others to take those sort of rides with.

So, I am taking some time out of the saddle and then might look for my next prospect. Strangely, Mick and  I have gotten used to this lifestyle.

Have a great weekend.
love
Molly