Heartland Hospitality (Cuckold-style)

Here at the UCTMW Mistress has had a busy "Holy Week".

Holy Thursday night was her sleepover with Jay.

And all three of us celebrated Passover / Good Friday with dinner out, and Mistress returning Jay's hospitality here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Fortunately, Mistress persuaded her slave to skip out of work a little early on Friday. I mean, if Congress gets a 2 week Easter vacation, how could it hurt if I left work at 3:45?

That gave us about an hour in bed before Jay arrived. Mistress even sprung me from my cage (she had directed me by text from Jay's bed to "cage-up" before heading to work). That  allowed her slave some late afternoon delight before her lover arrived.

As I laved her clean shaven folds with my eager tongue, she gave me a brief update on her evening / morning with Jay.

"It was maybe the best, most raucous sex ever for us slave.....before dinner, then after dinner too."

"And what happened, Mistress?"

"Oh the usual.... lots of cock riding.... him fucking me with my legs up at the side of the bed....and of course him spending lots of time with his face between my thighs....."

"And what about you, Mistress..... did you get to suck his cock?"

"Of course, Slave..... Jay really loves that....."

Once Mistress was pleased with my own worship, she gave me a little 'show and tell', sucking her work-a-day cock and then riding it with abandon to another cum.  After the dust settled, Mistress shared a little more about her morning in Jay's "love nest".

"We weren't planning on morning sex.... but when he joined me in the shower.... and., well,  one thing just led to another....."

'Well that's a surprise, Mistress....."

By then it was time for us to dress and get some wine and cheese ready for Jay's arrival.

The three of us chatted in our living room for a while, with Jay and I grousing about the political scene as Mistress, seated on the couch next to him, coyly added to the conversation as her lovely bare feet rested in Jay's lap, seemingly teasing his cock through his chinos.

If Jay felt uncomfortable about this PDA in front of his lover's husband, he didn't show it.  But neither is Jay the sort of stereotypical alpha cuckolder who relishes the humiliation of his lover's cucked hubby.  Instead we have a peer like relationship when we all get together, giving Mistress the pleasure of having two eager to please lover's in one room.... sort of a double date without the extra lady.

And of course it can be fun to tease Mistress about the nature of our relationships with her.

As we sipped wine, the talk turned to politics and 2016. Mistress predicted Jeb Bush will be the next President. Jay and Mick put their money (somewhat reluctantly) on Hillary. Mistress said we should have a bet that both of us have to pay off if she turns out right.

"But what should the stakes be?" she asked.

"Double orifice sex?", I quickly suggested.

Jay nearly choked on his red wine.

Mistress protested.

"Yuck....I think one orifice at a time is just fine, slave "

"How about a trip..... with both of you....," she countered.

Not a bad concept.

As the evening progressed, the three of us enjoyed our "Seder" at a local hipster Taco joint, complete with music from a local Zydeco band.  Jay insisted on sitting across from Mistress, with me next to her in a booth.  The arrangement may have prevented Mistress from fondling Jay's thigh through dinner (or the reverse).  But they did get to hold hands a bit between munching tacos and sipping tequila and beer.

Of course the tricky stage of the night was sleeping arrangements.

Jay seemed a little nervous about sharing our bed with Mistress with me in the house.  As I said, he can be a tad squeamish about exercising his cuckolder rights when his lover's hubby is around.

But Mistress can be very persuasive. It didn't take her long to make sure her slave was safely tucked into bed next in one of the cute Co-Ed's rooms.

"Sleep tight, slave..... and remember, no touching....."

"Yes Mistress...."

I suppose I should add that when she slipped away, back to our room, she had on a very hot turquoise thong and lacy black bra.

It seemed that Jay was in for a treat.

Q. Should you wear a steel cock cage in a thunder storm?

Slave's day started inauspiciously --

(Well, not counting the hot wake-up sex before Mistress put me on 'lock down' in my cock cage for the day).

I got to spend some quality time at the City Impound lot, tracking down my mother's 2001 car. Somehow her "aide" (Mom's in a nursing home) had appropriated a car she was only supposed to use for runs to the MD or grocery, and had an altercation with a truck. She left the scene and the car behind, and the car was towed.  After talking my way onto the lot, Slave got to tour all of the trashed cars in River City, just as a major thunderstorm hit town.

What passed through my mind?  Would lightning be drawn to the steel cage locked around my work-a-day cock?  If so, Mistress would be very disappointed.  If I had looked more closely at the weather report, I suppose I would have opted for that plastic CB-6000.

Slave ended up soaked. And Mom's car was not worth salvaging. I did have to go home to change my soaked clothes, and got to witness Mistress showering and trimming her clean shaven folds in preparation for her big sleepover date with Jay.

"I hope you won't miss me too much, Slave..... I don't get to do this too often."

No, she doesn't. Jay normally has a son at home, cramping his ability to have a married lady guest sleep over. The last time was for his birthday, back in November.

Slave stayed occupied, having my cute grandsons over for dinner. And Mistress kept me updated, with texts like.....

'sex here first slave.... then out for dinner....."

She did call me after she had dinner, and as slave was settling into our chilly and lonely bed.  And one thing she did was tell me where the key was hiding, allowing her slave parole from the cage for the night.

"Miss  you slave..... I'll be here until 11 tomorrow morning.... will give you a call."

And with Jay's son away, she's made plans for him to come over and join us for dinner tonight.  I wonder if there will be another sleepover, this time on our bed?  Mistress has been vague about what their plans are this evening.

I'll be heading to work myself soon, with the image of Mistress sleeping in with her lover. 

No doubt there will be even more sex this morning.  At least I know Mistress won't be falling behind on the cum count, Terri, even without my assistance.

Mistress Schedules a Sleepover with her Lover

Here in River City, Mistress is still trying to figure out how deeply her mother, the Dowager Domme, delved into her emails.... Did she see those photos of her slave in his cock cage? Did her eyes bulge and mouth water at the sight of the WC's special occasion cock?

We have been invited over to her house for dinner on Sunday. Maybe slave can pull some sort of stealthy snatch and analyze maneuver on the lap top in question while Mistress distracts the DD, based on tradecraft learned from watching too many episodes of Homeland?  Or should I just drop said laptop in the back yard pond?

In the meantime, life goes on here at the UCTMW World HQ. While work takes up a good amount of our time, Mistress at least has the freedom to exercise her contractual privileges. Tonight she has scheduled a sleep over with her lover, Jay. His son is away this week, which allows for significantly more scheduling flexibility.

And when Mistress is away, special security measures are also in order.

"It's a cage day for you tomorrow, Slave....."

"I understand, Mistress....."

I already have the hard steel ring on, ready to mount the cover, and have Mistress snap the lock closed when she's done with her cock this morning.

Fortunately, it's not a real chastity day, since Slave will have a chance to have some "bon voyage" wake up sex with Mistress this morning, before she "steps out" for the evening.

I really am pampered, aren't I?

Cyber Security Breach

Mistress and slave had a pretty laid back weekend here in River City. We had plenty of sex - two a day Saturday, and the deployment of Mistress's favorite power tool Sunday morning as a special sexual condiment.

Mistress indulged her slave on Saturday night.

Rather than a night on the town, Mistress allowed her slave to stay home and watch his alma mater take on the college basketball equivalent of the DeathStar. Sadly, my team sputtered out in the final seconds, succumbing to the superior height and athletic skills of "student athletes" who will be headed to the NBA rather than calculus class once the tournament ends. The consolation prize for my guys is that they will at least end up with college degrees. 

Our idyllic weekend ran into a wrinkle Sunday afternoon, when Mistress's mother - the Dowager Domme - mentioned in a phone call that she was "getting your emails".

Huh?

She even quoted a few emails between Mistress and her sister, and another friend, which contained some not un-typical grumbling about the Dowager Domme's indulgent shopping habits and sometimes authoritarian familial management style.

Mistress immediately wondered who else was getting her emails, which involve both her business and (very) personal stuff.

As the UCTMW Chief Technology Officer, I immediately went into trouble shooting mode.

"What device was she using?"

"Her Apple laptop...."

'Where is she accessing your emails on her computer...."

"She says there is a little icon on her screen, and when she clicks on it my emails show up....."

"Hmmmm..... Have you ever used her computer to log into your emails account?"

"....Oh Shit....yes..... at her office once. She needed me to check on something....so I used her computer...."

I suggested that Mistress tell her nosy Mom to slide said icon into her trash, and then delete her trash.

She said she would.  But .... would she really do it, or keep her "back door" open into her daughter's world?

And what else might she have seen?

Thus began Mistress's damage control phase of this operation.

First she checked to see if any of those smutty emails between her and an MD who works with her Mother were still in her account.

"Thank God, slave. I must have deleted those."

"Good. But what about the WC? Or your other lovers?"

She went back to her account. Sure enough lots of smutty exchanges between her and the WC from a few years back. She clicked on one. A photo of a certain cock in its cage pops up....I didn't bother to ask why Mistress was sharing my caged cock with the WC.....Oops.  Did Dowager Domme nose her way into that? Or to those photos of Mistress clean shaven folds and special occasion cocks that she and the WC were known to exchange, back in the days of their cyber taunts and teasing?

"Let's hope she wasn't that curious, Mistress....."

Her CTO quickly suggested another remedy.

"Let's change your password..... then even if she doesn't delete her back door, she won't be able to pry it open again....

After some more scrambling, we successfully altered the keys to Mistress's secret stash of cock shots de jour.

In the meantime, Mistress was contemplating whether to tell her sister that the Dowager Domme was now privy to their sibling grumblings. And Slave was wondering whether to send a letter to some advice columnist about what you do when your Mother-in-law snoops into your wife's email account.

For once, Mistress was feeling a little sisterhood with Hillary Clinton.

"Maybe you need your own private server like her and Bill, Mistress."

In my day, all I had to worry about was whether my mom was picking up the phone and listening to my romantic discourse with a home town honey.

Now you have to worry about Mom hijacking your email account?

Where will it end?