Mistress Has Another Brush With the Law

You could call this a bonus post, but then there have been so many things going on at the UCTMW World HQ that its hard to keep up with events.

First, there is the tampering with our "valuable" personnel assets by our friendly competitors over at All Mine. Sure, Suzanne, we appreciate your generous promotion of our blog. But all this fawning over the WC's once every few months posting about the come on he's getting from that disgruntled horny housewife at his gym who works out sans undies was a little over the top. Miguel throws in some quotation marks and suddenly he's James Joyce?  This is more sucking up than Jay's Trophy Cock gets most weekdays.  I'm a little concerned that you are trying to get the WC to jump ship, despite the stringent terms of his ironclad non-compete.  At least let's work a trade. Maybe Sherry would like to spend some time over here at UCTMW?

But what has gotten me on the laptop before heading home this evening has more to do with Mistress's date last night with K.  They met at a local restaurant, a few miles from our house, in a rustic old neighborhood along some old railroad tracks.  The restaurant sits on a quiet little square, which is where Mistress had her little brush with the law last night.

When I signed off last night entry here, all I knew was that Mistress's date appeared to exceed the diminished expectations she had beforehand.  What was supposed to be dinner at 8 pm had lasted until around 11 pm.

Shortly after Jon Stewart came on, I did get a text saying she'd "be home soon."

And sure enough, she was home by around 11:30 pm, a wicked smile on her face.

"That was a surprise, Slave.... he may be the best one yet.  Much nicer in person than on the phone. And very sexual."

"Hmmm.... How could you tell?"

Well after dinner, he walked me to the car, but we decided to sit for a while on the park bench there on the square. It was dark... no one was around.... so we started to make out."

"And how did that go, Mistress..."

In the meantime Slave is being reminded that his cage is still locked tight. But this sex talk is making it suddenly much, much tighter.

"Nice Slave.... he's a very good kisser...."

She's taking off her dress now....

"How about unlocking the cage, Mistress?"

"We'll get there Slave.... let me wash my face first."

Ouch.

"But just as things were getting hot.... well a cop pulled up.... asked what we were doing there, and reminded us that 'loitering' was prohibited."

"I guess you're lucky he didn't run you in.... it might have been a little embarrassing to K if I had to bail you both out."

Ultimately, Mistress did unlock me. And it was obvious there was a little undischarged sexual energy that needed to be dealt with by her Slave's devoted lips and tongue. And by the time that was done, well, Slave's work-a-day cock was eager to get into the action. As we fucked, I did a little more debriefing.

"He was playing with my breasts Slave.... through my top.... and he slid his hand between my legs... my regular tights were on.... but it was nice...."

"Did you come, Mistress...."

"No.... I didn't want him to think I was TOO easy....."

"And what about your hands Mistress. Did they wander?"

"Did I feel his cock you mean? Why yes I did, Slave...."

"And?'

"Hard Slave..... and he seems very well endowed...."

I guess it was good that the Cops asked them to "move on". Who knows where things would have gone.

"So is there a return engagement scheduled Mistress?"

"Why yes... we compared schedules and we're both taking the afternoon off tomorrow. meeting right here at 1 pm.... So I guess you and I will be driving separately."

Mistress thought it should be a cage day. But since I had a meeting in a building with a metal detector, Slave got off the hook today. Good thing too, since sitting in a boring meeting contemplating my wife in bed with her new lover might have been especially painful.

She did call me on her way home, around 12:15 pm.  "Is it bad that I'm doing this with the 2nd guy this week, Slave?"

"Three if you count me, Mistress.... and its in within four days come to think of it."

"It's good you're keeping track."

Well I've killed enough time at the office. It's almost 5:30. I warned her I'd be home around 6 pm.  What I don't know is whether K will be there when I get home.

Could be interesting.

Mistress's Busy Thursday Morning

On Thursday of Cougar Week Mistress decided it was time to rest... a little.

The plan was  for her to sleep in a little later, then go to the gym for spinning, showing up at work by around 11 am or so.

"You can wake me at 7:15 for sex, Slave."

And so I did. But not before she checked to confirm I'd schmushed my balls and cock into the steel ring that forms the seat of my cock cage.

"It's definitely a cage day for you. We're driving separately... and you have one of those political events after work that I worry about."

So for our wake-up sex, Mistress had the bonus of the extra hard and persistent cock that comes as a fringe benefit of that steel ring.

Once she was sufficiently pleasured, I showered and was sliding into my work costume when she got a text ....

"It's David, Slave... and he''s already starting with those salacious messages."

 I'm not sure how she responded, but soon the phone was ringing, and it became clear that Mistress was going to "double her pleasure."

Mistress explained that David was keen on some phone sex, once he learned she was not rushing off to work. So Slave gathered up his clothes and I excused myself downstairs for breakfast.

No more than about 15 muntues later, Mistress was downstairs with that dazed and pleased look on her face, kissing me goodbye.

"He's very efficient Slave....plus I had the Hitachi on hand."

She seemed particularly pleased that David was not willing to wait  for a little shared sexual energy until their date on Sunday afternoon.

But despite bright prospects for David, Mistress has not completed her Cougar due diligence.

As I type, she's out on her third dinner date of the week, with Bachelor No. 3: K. She was a little skeptical about him last night.  K seems a little too much a long range planner / plodder in their recent conversations than the type of more spontaneous fellow that would normally be appealing to her.

But their dinner is now into it's third hour. And when I texted earlier "how's it going?", She took a while but then responded "it's very good...."

So maybe we have another contender.

Indeed, when we talked earlier today, she pointed out that David seems to be the sort of "live for today" kind of guy that will make him more the one or two times a month entertainment.

"Fine by me, Slave.... but certainly leaving room for someone else in the mix, don't you think?"

An extra lover or two are certainly well within her contractual rights.

Cougar on the Prowl

Sorry to leave you hanging friends.... but there was no time yesterday for a full "read out" on Tuesday's dinner with David here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Here is the quick briefing, which Mistress might want to add to in the days to come:

David arrived at around 6:45 pm, a bottle of white in hand, showing excellent social skills.

He's about 5'11', in good shape, with the 4 day beard look. Casually dressed, and not at all uncomfortable in meeting Molly's "old enough to be your dad" husband.

Slave can tell within minutes of his arrival that Mistress is charmed.

Definitely a click.

In advance, Mistress had warned me that David was a little nervous. He was not only meeting a prospective lover, but also his older husband.

No doubt,  he had calculated the odds of "What if he's a jealous pyscho" , and they probably were not de minimis in his mind.

So we had rehearsed a little dog and pony show in the event that the cehmistry between the two of them was clear, all to be accomplished before Slave had to focus on a 7:30 pm conference call and dinner prep.

We settled into the living room, Mistress and Slave sipping wine. David a beer.

I sat in a side chair. Mistress and David were side by side on the couch.

I could tell that things were going well as we talked through some common interests - the Grateful Dead , Skiing - when it became clear Mistress was sidling ever closer to him, hoping for a casual touch, with accompanying spark.

That's when I launched into my 5 minute synopsis.

Our marriage. Slave's brief betrayal. Our reconciliation, but on much stricter terms. The contract. Mistress's right to choose other lovers, female or male.  Our discovery that the whole cuckold thing was very hot for both of us.

Amazingly, it all seemed quite natural to him.

At some point during all this, Mistress's hand had settled onto his leg, as she added some poignant details to the narrative.

Then it was time for me to do my call, and start dinner.

"Now Slave.... no rush..... do not serve dinner until at least 8:30....."

"Yes, Mistress...."

She was making it clear.... there would be some "getting to know you" time, and Slave was not going to abbreviate it with an early dinner bell.

As I futzed around the kitchen, just down a short hall from the living room, it was easily determinable that the two of them had adjourned upstairs after a brief but undoubtedly torrid engagement on the couch.

I made sure not to rush dinner.

But as 8:30 approached, Mistress announced a slight change of plans from the top of the stairs.

"Give us another 20  minutes or so, Slave...."

"No problem, Mistress...."

By the time they re-emerged, Mistress was out of the dress and black tights she had been in earlier, and down to a black, short nighty. No undies, of course.

It seemed that the "getting to know you" had gone well.

And just to be sure, they re-adjourned upstairs for another hour or so as Slave cleaned up after dinner.

David left at around 10 pm, Mistress insisting on a kiss at the doorway. He had no scruples about accommodating her as I sat there, having said goodbye from the couch. Indeed, he seemed to enjoy cupping her ass in his hand as he ravished her mouth.

Afterwords, Mistress allowed me to worship before bed time. But she deferred my own release until morning.

"I'm a little tired Slave....I hope you understand."

"Of course, I do..... I take it the 'interview' went well...."

From how damp her clean shaven folds were, I think I knew the answer.

But just to make sure her first impression was correct, Mistress has arranged for  a follow up interview with David on Sunday afternoon, while Slave is at the Pussycats' next scheduled humiliation against the WC's  Donkeys.

"I told the cute Co-Ed I'll bring up her winter coats, maybe take her to lunch.... then meet David at his house."

Nothing like a woman who won't take being an "NFL widow" sitting down.

Our Western Correspondent Pinch Hits

Mistress was a little on edge today about our dinner tonight with Cougar Bait #2, David, with whom she's been flirting and having some hot phone sex with for the last few days.

"I'm a little nervous Slave.... he's gotten me going remotely, but what if we don't hit it off... maybe he's a geek... or maybe he'll think I'm too old?"

As she primped this morning, Slave had to consider that, at least in part, she was dressing with her new prospective lover in mind. And Slave gets a special kick out of Mistress in her tights, particularly necessary as the cold weather from the Super Storm settled over River City. So I had to snap the picture to the right to share with all of you.

Now we are home, while Mistress and David are sharing a little "getting to know you time" after the dinner I fixed up for the three of us.  And since it could be a late night, and we have an early morning here, we've called on our notorious Western Correspondent to come out of semi-retirement and share some of his goings on on the Eastern slope of the Rockies.  

Those of you who are anxious to see how Mistress is progressing through Cougar Week will have to come back Thursday morning for an update on tonight's adventure:

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Well I spoke to my friends Mick and Molly today and They asked if I would writer a blog post for tomorrow as they thought the might have a late night because their new prospective cub/boytoy David is cumming for dinner.

I told Molly about a lady I’ve gotten to know at my gym and she thought that  UCTMW’s readers might be interested

She is about 50 years old and she kindly took me to lunch one day

We had worked out together a few times and she was very fun and funny

And she kept staring at my package and ass the whole time

Of course I was checking her out too!

One day she was doing vertical leg presses in shorts with no underwear 

Both Tim our trainer and the WC got quite a view of her clean shaven folds and puckered rear entrance

Timmy says E!! you have to wear underwear

I don't give a shit she said smiling at me

The WC was very impressed and interested

I asked Timmy what her deal was and he said she is married to some doctor but she has been fucking around for years

She has been a client of Tim's for years

And she has been asking a lot of questions about you 

All of which led to our lunch

And OMG

She is defiantly a fellow kinkster 

Turns out she has been to the Scarlet Ranch too..... and not with her husband........

She says "I don't know why he stays with me I haven't fucked him in years"

See Mick I used quotes!!!!!!!!

Anyway she asked about my past and was very interested in my years in the mountains and all the crazy shit that went on there

But then she starts talking about 50 shades of grey

Really? I said as my ears perked up

Do you like getting your bottom spanked???????

She arched her eyebrows and  looked at me and said ...  as a matter of fact I do....

Really?

Oh yes

What else do you like?  The inquiring WC asked

I like to masturbate.....

Really????

Yes I keep a pocket rocket in my car and a Hitachi under my bed

Really???

Yes my daughter thinks her mom is a freak cause she is always finding sex toys around the house

Really?????

Yes I am always horny

Really?????

Is your dick as big as it looks in your shorts??????

How big does it look??????

Big

Well I have a friend named Molly who thinks it is big

Who is Molly??????

Well that’s a long story..........

Oh well I don't care about her anyway but do you want to have lunch again

Sure

When she hugged me goodbye she grabbed my package

Yep it’s good

We have not had lunch again but maybe later this week

So in summary

While not the kinkstress that Suzanne, Molly and Donna are

She is a kinkstress nonetheless!!!!!!!!

So the WC has a quandary,

Be a good boy or not????????

What do the loyal UCTMW readers think?

The always horny but on the fence,

WC