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Mistress and Slave have been enjoying our week away, and are bummed that it is coming to an end. There has been ample sunshine, lots of skiing on uncrowded slopes, late afternoon naps, stunning sunsets, dinners with friends, and several cozynights at home in front of the fire place.

And of course two-a-day sex-capading here in our little SW hideaway.

Unfortunately, Mistress has no "side-dish" here in the shadows of the Sangre de Christo mountains to entertain her, but she has been in touch with her lover Jay, and a certain friend from the distant past.

A few weeks back we referenced here the phenomenon of spouses using Facebook or other social media to reconnect with old Beaus or otherwise line up "back-up" lovers, keeping them on simmer with on-line flirtation, just  in case their spouse or primary lover drift  comes up lame.

What's wrong with a back-up plan? Particularly if you have the right to cuckold your hubby.

Mistress mentioned the other day on the ski lift that she'd been hearing in the last few days from an old college boyfriend - we'll call him Jeff -- who had been turning up the volume on his semi-frequent facebook flirts.

"He keeps saying he's going to fly his plane up from North Carolina to take me out to dinner Slave....."

"Well that's your option, Mistress...."

As we talked about their history, I realized that this was the guy she had mentioned with a predilection for bondage.

"Is he the guy who liked to tie you up, Mistress?"

"He was, Slave....."

I pressed for more details, and it turned out it was not one of those "try anything once" sorts of things. They apparently dated for a year or so, with Mistress dumping at least for a while her "home town honey" to pursue this relationship.  And bondage was part of the regular mix.

"I can remember us doing it in hotel rooms slave..... he used fabric, not handcuffs, to tie me to the bed...."

So there was Mistress.. Just a very hot and nubile 20 year old. And getting tied to the bed and being fucked.  Now that was one lucky, and persuasive frat boy.

"Did he make you come that way Mistress?"

'What do you think, Slave?"

As you might imagine, there was some rather explosive post-nap sex here at the SW hideaway yesterday afternoon as Slave attempted to de-brief Mistress further on these never before fully disclosed college capers.

Tights Tease

The sun has been shining all week at our SW hideaway, giving Mistress and Slave plenty of incentive to stay outdoors, whether on the slopes at our local ski valley, or apres ski here on our patio.

But since it is still winter, Mistress has been taunting her slave with her black tights - whether peek-a-boo or in the more conventional form (i.e., no convenient aperture for worship on demand).

On Monday, Mistress daringly wore her peek-a-boo tights under her ski pants, which meant that when we got home for our late afternoon nap, Slave was allowed to worship and then have my way with her as those tights clad legs wrapped themselves around me.

Then, yesterday afternoon, before nap time, Mistress was out on the patio, collecting some late afternoon sun.

Slave put off some busy work on my computer inside just to enjoy the view.  And I'm not just talking about the mountains in the background.

Super Switch Sunday

It was the first "Super Sunday" Mistress and Slave had celebrated here at our SW hideaway. And Slave used the opportunity to exercise his Sunday "switch" privileges.

Fortunately, we had available equipment: some torn strips of an old bath towel make soft but secure "ropes" to tie Mistress on her tummy with her arms spread above her. And our back-up power tool was at the ready for some well placed erotic torture.

But that tight and alluring bottom was a little too tempting.

"You've been such a good Mistress lately, it's hard to justify breaking out the riding crop...."

"I'm glad you see it that way, Slave....."
Well, I did.  But I also suspect that Mistress gets a certain erotic thrill from a firm but fair hand spanking. So before I gave her that electric powered "treat" I made sure to redden that lovely butt with a series of not so gentle swats with my palm. While no tears were shed, Mistress did treat her Slave to lots of squirming and groaning.  And she seemed well warmed up as my probing fingers verified that her juices were already flowing before I switched on the Hitachi.

It's always fun to see her hump that efficient device, the muscles in her butt cheeks clinching and relaxing as she seeks just the right angle and pressure to push her over the top.

After much effort she finally got to the point where she asked her Slave's permission to cum.... and what sort of Slave would deny that boon to his loving Mistress.

Speaking of boons..... as the clock ticked down in the 4th quarter last night, I was wondering  whether our old friend Suzanne's favorite QB would get when he got back to the hotel room with  his Super - model spouse last night. Would it be a firm pegging and a month in the cock cage, or something more celebratory?

Brady certainly did all he could to stay on Gisele's good side.  But it took a brainless goal line call at the end by sleazy old Pete Carrol, and a fortunate interception by a rookie DB  to seal the deal and save Lil' Tommy's ass.

I suspect that Suzanne is still celebrating and that Jay got very lucky last night.  We miss you Suzanne!

Souvenir We Missed

Donna, our intrepid Senior Correspondent recently forwarded to us the image of a particularly useful souvenir that we missed on our recent trip to the City of Light. Although it might have been a little embarrassing to pick this up at the tourist shops surrounding the Eiffel Tower with our cute Co-Eds in tow.

The upside of this is that it would like nice on the mantel when not put to use. On the other hand, I'm not sure it would fit comfortably with Mistress's strap-on harness.

Here at our SW hideaway, we have settled in nicely: sex before and after yesterday's skiing helped loosen up and then work out the kinks from a day in the snow. Although Mistress had an interesting observation over dinner:

"Slave, I may have to get a little more animated with our sex this weekend.... I think I'm a little more out there when I'm doing it with K or J...."

Hmmm.... How does one respond? At 64 I'm quite happy with our kinder / gentler form of conjugual couplings.  I'm not really the sort who can lift Mistress and fuck her at the same time the way Jay has been behaving lately. And I certainly get a lot more action than most married guys out there, regardless of age.  An article in last weekend's NY Times said that married couples average only once-a-week couplings. And that apparently included newlyweds.  Ouch!

I also do particularly well compared to some of you in cuckold relationships, who report on the blog-o-sphere that they rarely get the chance to have penetrative sex with their "hot wives".

Yes. I truly am a pampered house slave.

"No reason to go crazy Mistress.... isn't the point of having a side dish (or side-side dish, is that a condiment?) so that you can do it in ways that you don't do with your devoted spouse?"

Mistress mulled that over with our fried brussel sprouts.