Road Taunt

Confronted with the sudden appearance of 5 horses in our yard yesterday, Mistress and Slave did not have time for our wake-up sex before hitting the road.  We were looking at a long 13 hour drive day before coming to rest in the hometown of Harry Truman, just across the Kansas / Missouri Border.

Mistress must have known that her Slave was a little horny, and yet did not seem reluctant to taunt me as Slave drove and she caught up on her sleep through Kansas. Her splayed leg pose certainly was a distraction. And fortunately, we spent a good chunk of the day on rural two lane highways, so I did not have to worry about her distracting truck drivers as we passed them. But I suppose it was poor form of me to surreptitiously snap this photo with one eye on the road, one hand on the wheel  and one eye on Mistress's clean shaven folds.

Kids, don't do this at home!

On the Road Again

Mistress and Slave rose in the pre-dawn hours this morning to get an early start on our long trek back to River City. Slave, who is always mindful of conserving water in the arid West, stepped out onto our front patio to "take a leak". The setting full moon was breathtaking. But I was surprised to share it with a mini-herd of 5 horses, out enjoying the bounty of our overgrown yard.

We had avoided mowing our property this season, based on reports that prairie dogs don't like high grass, which can make it harder to spot predators. The result was a "fields of gold" look with some green interspersed. It's been a relatively wet spring and early summer, so it's shaggy. And the prairie dogs have clearly steered clear. But I suppose I did not anticipate that a field of overgrown alfalfa and grass might attract larger mammals.

When we drove off into the sun rise, the horses were still there. Hopefully, the owner who must have left his gate open last night will find them sooner or later.

Now we are cruising across the hot and flat environs or Western Kansas. The excitement of the morning eliminated any chance of our traditional wake-up sex. But I suspect once we hit Missouri, Slave will be more than ready to respond if Mistress says "Show Me!".

Local Color

Mistress and Slave are bummed to be returning to River City tomorrow morning. That long drive is always harder when it means going back to the relative drudgery of "real life". We were able to squeeze in our two-a-day sex regime yesterday, along with a long bike ride and some vegging on our patio. Over the last two weeks Mistress has added the title "Bronze Goddess" to her many superlatives, and you would have to do a very close inspection to detect any tan lines.

Believe me, I have.

Last evening we headed to our little town plaza for some live music, a local band operating somewhere in the space  between blue grass and the Grateful Dead. They got the locals doing their frenetic dancing:

 

And of course any Band worth it's salt needs it's own vintage bus:

And who could be surprised by the old guy with his mules and wagon doing laps around the Plaza:

Check out the chihuahua on the back of that mule!

As you can imagine, this sort of goof ball eclecticism is one of the major appeals of this place to Mistress and Slave, as compared to the button down tedium of the heartland. Hopefully we end up spending much more of our time here in the not too distant future.

When I wandered back from taking photos Mistress noted that in my absence "some tall hippie tried to hit on me, Slave."

"Was he cute?"

"Not exactly.... unless you consider a guy who looked like he hadn't showered in a week cute."

"He probably saw you as a win / win, Mistress. You're hot, plus you look like you have access to a hot shower."

 

Proper Cuckold Protocol?

Our days at the SW hideaway are dwindling. We head home on Saturday morning, and will have a very difficult time breaking from our routine of two a day sex, lots of exercise, plenty of sun, beautiful sunsets and evenings filled with  friends and live music.

But something came up last night which raised an interesting issue of proper cuckold protocol. Maybe some of our lurking readers can help, so please come out of the weeds if you have an answer.

I mentioned last week that on the 4th of July, we met a local business owner, and then re-encountered him later that day. Mistress commented that he seemed to be flirting with her, and I had to agree.  She seemed pretty intrigued and enjoyed the attention.

Last night we went to a neighborhood restaurant, where a favorite performer was doing his Piano (and guitar) Man thing out on the lovely patio, where a large crowd was dining, drinking and dancing under the stars.

We found seats at the outdoor bar, close to the music. As more listeners filtered in, low and be hold Mr. 4th of July Flirt, saunters in solo. At first it wasn't clear he noticed us at the bar. He worked the room a bit, chatting with friends. draping his arm around women he knew. Clearly a "local".  At some point he sat with friends at a table only a few feet from where we were sitting at the bar.

At about this point Slave elected to go to the men's room. When I returned, I took a gander and across the room and discovered Mr. 4th of July Flirt chatting up Mistress at the bar, in the typical flirtatious style we have all seen. He was leaning against the bar next to her, and they both had that animated look that sends a certain message of mutual attraction.

So what does a good Slave/Cuck do under those circumstances? Mistress had laid out no clear directions for such occasions, and we were with two friends who might think it odd if I just disappeared for the night. I decided to give the two some time together, so worked the room a little myself, chatting with friends at two other tables for about 10 minutes. By then I figured it would seem a little odd if I just stayed away. So I returned to my spouse, taking my seat next to her.  Mr. Flirt greeted me with no clear surprise that Mistress had her boring husband along.  We talked a bit and then he drifted back to his own table.  Slave felt a little guilty about killing this budding flirtation.

Afterwards, Mistress confirmed the obvious.

"He asked me if my husband was here.... when I said yes, he said, it was a shame, because otherwise he would have tried to 'pick me up."

"So what did you say, Mistress?"

"I just laughed, Slave....."

"Well you could have said your husband was immaterial to the issue."

"That's a little awkward, Slave...."

Well, I suppose it is.  He did say he was going to email her about something they had been discussing. So it's possible that can provide an avenue to add some fuel to sustain this flirtation. But my question is this:

What does a good slave/cuck do in this situation?

-Return to his wife and take his place next to her, killing the flirtatious mood?

- Or get lost?