So Many Suitors. So Little Time.

The fog of uncertainty and tension that descended for several weeks because of the election here in the US is finally lifting  at the UCTMW World HQ. With one less thing to worry about, Mistress and Slave can, hopefully, settle back into a more regular routine involving sex, sex and a little more sex.

We already hit that our mark yesterday, with some "semi-exhausted but too horny not to do it" wake-up sex on only a few hours sleep. And last night, after an early departure from work, a bike ride, and a nap as Brian Williams droned with election post-mortems in the background, we found ourselves making slow and sensual love while speculating aloud about David's plans for Mistress tonight.

Originally the plan was for David to come down here to River City and join us for dinner. No doubt there would have been some "activity" upstairs, as Slave cooked up something appetizing downstairs.

But David had other ideas.

"He wants me to spend the night with him at his house Slave..... that way he doesn't have to worry about getting home to his dog while the night is still young."

See there's always a competing relationship.

So Mistress will be heading up the road this evening after work, leaving Slave to speculate about her further enthrallment to his 40 year old cock.

"It's good for you, Slave."

No doubt.

Then there's "Mr. Perfect cock".  I was going to write a "think piece" here on the issues that he and Nic share, which I believe may be derived from their common employer, a rather large international consumer goods company based in these parts.

But then he reappeared in Mistress's text inbox today, apparently trying to wheedle his way back into her (our) bed.

"He says he's never been dumped by text message, Slave."

"Oh, so that got his competitive juices flowing. Or did it just take him a few days to get horny again, after taking you three times last Friday afternoon?"

I think I have an attitude about this guy. Could it be that Abercrombie catalog model look that Mistress described.

"We went back and forth awhile during a boring meeting at work, Slave.  He was curious whether he was just a pawn in some game between 'you and your husband'" .

"And what if he is, Mistress... would that bother him? He might actually get off on it... you never know... sort of a double reverse cuckold."

Too much thinking here on too little sleep. I think I'd better just go back to bed with Mistress before it's too late.

Tony Bennett & Diana Krall, The Best Is Yet To Come - YouTube

 One of today's comments suggested that the election results will somehow cause America to plunge over some fiscal cliff. Like the President, Old Mick is a bit more optimistic.


Tony Bennett & Diana Krall, The Best Is Yet To Come - YouTube

A Festival of Democracy

Slave spent the last several days as I have the last few election cycles: working within an organization devoted to protecting the right to vote.

This year saw a particularly aggressive effort to make it harder to vote in our state and around the country.

The cynical math was that the fewer  folks who voted, the better the chances for the political establishment that wanted to turn back to an earlier (and less inclusive) time.  After a night like last night, the punditry is already proclaiming that what was unclear 48 hours ago was pre-destined. Inevitable.

Don't believe a word of it. It took a whole lot of work, as well as the determination of folks here and around the nation to wait in long lines in often hostile weather and conditions to make it happen. They would not be suppressed.

The satisfaction of fighting that fight successfully is pretty strong today here at the UCTMW World HQ. But we did rouse ourselves for some celebratory wake-up sex. And now its back to our "day" jobs. 

We'll get back to normal here after a good night's sleep tonight.  Until then, no matter who you voted for, we should all celebrate a country that can fight it out at the ballot box, and then, hopefully, move forward.

Mistress Spends her Sunday With David

Cougar Week may be  over, but there is at least one 'keeper' so far from Mistress's little experiment.  After our morning sexual rituals here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday morning, Mistress got focused on primping for her "Command Performance" up in the little college town where our cute Co-Ed is matriculating.

"He says I'm to wear a skirt, Slave."

"No doubt he wants full access to those clean shaven folds, Mistress. And who can blame him?"

So as Slave read the election news with a high degree of angst, Mistress slid into her "surprise", the peek-a-boo tights that definitely provide an "all access pass" to the lucky guy de jour.

She even had me hook up the back of her sweet black corset.  What do you think og the package that David had the privilege of unwrapping yesterday:

Mistress was out the door by 9 am. Slave did some leaf raking, then headed off to watch Payton Manning dismantle my helpless pussycats.  It turned out  I was wise to avoid a bet with the WC with Mistress's lovely ass on the line.

During the game, Mistress texted that David had elected to take her to dinner after a full day of 'other' activity. 

"I'll be home in a few hours, slave."

After the game, Slave visited the local Board of Elections, where local voters, mostly African American, were waiting in a three hour line in the cold and dusk to vote early.  Their determination to be counted certainly was inspiring.

At home I fixed some dinner, and enjoyed the replay of my alma mater's unlikely OT victory on Saturday evening. At least one of my teams won over the weekend!

But nagging in the back of my  twisted mind was the image of Mistress in that sexy outfit, being fully exploited by her younger lover. I certainly was curious to know how things went.

She made it home safely at a little after 9 pm. And was surprisingly refreshed after her long day. She confirmed my suspicion. Amidst all the sex they had time to take a Sunday afternoon nap before dinner. A good choice, and a sign that the two of them must be meshing.

"Even his dog liked me, Slave."

Which says a lot, since Mistress would not be mistaken for a dog person.

"Did he like the peek-a-boo tights, Mistress."

"Oh yes.... and my ass too. He says I have the ass of a 19 yr. old cheerleader."

In summation, a good time was had by all. And Mistress collected a full photon torpedo spread of cums.

"I lost count Slave...."

(Though that did not prevent me from awarding her with one more cum via my anxious lips and tongue as she lay there in be next to me. She even slept in the peek-a-boo tights, to cater to my particular kink for them).

Before we drifted off to sleep, Mistress announced that David will be coming to dinner again on Thursday night.

Sounds like a keeper.