Winding Down Our Holiday

A week here at our SW hideaway seems to fly by in a blur of sex, sun and exercise, along with some household and maintenance chores for slave. I'm getting better at smearing stucco smoothly onto our abobe walls.  But I suspect my skills at pleasing Mistress with my tongue remains superior to my stucco smearing abilities. I guess that reenforces my brand as a pampered house slave.

One feature about our summer holidays here on the edge of the mountains is that we get in lots of biking. There are some cruel hills, and at this high altitude, it keeps us in pretty robust shape.  Here is Mistress surveying the landscape after a long hill climb.

Of course, all that exercise keeps both of us fit for other endeavors too.  Without the need to stifle our sexual exertions because of a cute daughter nearby, we've been able to "cut loose" a little more on this trip.  Mistress has been keeping her cock riding skills tuned up, even without her more athletic lover Jay to keep her on her toes (or haunches).

Speaking of Jay, we have arranged a sort of "double date" for Mistress's birthday a week from tonight, once we are back home. Mistress chatted briefly with Jay yesterday by text and he confirmed he will be happy to join us for a birthday dinner for Mistress. She does seem to enjoy the attention of two men for an evening out - both her husband and her lover.

"What's not to like about that, Slave?"

Cuckold National Anthem

Here at the UCTMW SW annex we've been enjoying some unusually damp weather. Yes, we've been able to go on our daily bike rides. And there has still been plenty of time to work on that tan, but the unexpected moisture and a few cloudy mornings have provided an incentive to stay in bed a little longer in the morning.

And you know what that means..... even more time to engage in our wake-up sex rituals. Slave caught this photo of Mistress awaiting her slave's return to bed, and avid, skilled tongue.

And when the skies fill with dramatic thunderheads in late afternoon, its a good excuse to take shelter in our bed for some late afternoon napping and nookie.

Monday night we did leave the shelter of our old adobe home in order to take in some local musicians paying homage to the old blues legend Muddy Waters. Of course all those old Delta Blues ditties seem to focus on sex... usually the narrator has been done wrong, or maybe wants his lady to "rock him all night long...." But one old tune I had heard long before.... recorded by the Rolling Stones on one of their first albums ....revealed a theme I had not considered back in the late 1960's when the notion of "cuckolding" was not on my innocent "I Want to Hold Your Hand" radar screen. Check out the lyrics, particularly that last line:



Well I'm a king bee  Buzzing around your hive  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Buzzing around your hive  Yeah I can make honey baby  Let me come inside  Well I'm a king bee  Want you to be my queen  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Want you to be my queen  Together we can make honey  The world has never seen  Well, buzz a while...  Sting it then...  Well I'm a king bee  Can buzz all night long  Well I'm a king bee, baby  Can buzz all night long  Yeah I can buzz better baby  When your man is gone ...

Of course, now Mistress and Slave get a naughty thrill when there's a king bee or two "buzzing around her hive". Last night over dinner, Mistress mentioned she has plans to spend a night with her lover Jay, who's son is out of town. We talked through various alibis she can use to explain her absence to our recent graduate, who will be populating the hive on our return.

I'm sure we'll come up with something. And at least it gives Mistress something to look forward to upon our return to River City!

Cherry Season

It was our last of three glorious days of not being "on call" for work and clients, and Mistress and slave fully exploited it.

There was some raucous wake-up sex to start the day, with Slave deploying Mistress's favorite power tool, after a little warm up with my lips and tongue. It seemed it took less than a minute before Mistress was asking for permission to cum. And who was I to say no, as her hips thrashed through her release.

"That's such an efficient machine, Slave", she murmured as she  came back down to planet hideaway.  Mistress then returned the favor, first by using her own lips and tongue to bring her work-a-day cock to full attention, and then riding it to another orgasm. Having seemingly satisfied my Mistress for the moment, it was soon the slave who was (more appropriately) asking for permission to cum.

After Mistress whipped up heaping plates of scrambled eggs, slave mounted our bikes on the rent-a-car and we headed up to s scenic national park along the Rio Grande for an 18 mile ride across the high desert landscape.

Back at the house, it was time to relax a bit out in our patio. It did not take Mistress long to shed her biking shorts and jersey. As you can see, Mistress enjoyed a healthy snack. She's a big fan of Ranier cherries!

By late afternoon, we were ready for a nap. But before pulling back the covers, Mistress got a call from her lover, Jay.  He had just dropped off his son for two weeks with his other parent. I made myself scarce so they could "catch up", joining Mistress in bed once her call was completed.

"I think he's disappointed that I'm not around now that he's kid-less slave...."

"I'm sure he is Mistress.... if we had thought ahead, we could have invited him out here to join us for a while....."

Mistress scrunched her face in thought.

"Hmmmm..... I'm not sure how that would work.  It would be a real challenge to decide who to sleep with every night, slave....."

"It would put you on the spot, wouldn't it.  I guess we could draw straws."

"I'm not sure Jay would want to share like that, slave...."

"I guess you could do shuttle diplomacy.... sort of Henry Kissinger, but sexy and naked?"

We shelved the idea for some future visit. Obviously planning would be important. But all that cuckolding talk did seem to put Mistress in the mood for some pre-nap worship.

Not that it takes much to put her in the mood.

Funky 4th

Here in our little town in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains, we celebrate the 4th as proud Americans, but with a multi-cultural twist. And when I say multi-cultural, I'm not just including ethnic diversity, but a good touch of 60's counter-culture too.

Mistress and Slave rested up on Friday for the patriotic festivities, squeezing in a healthy dose of sex, and keeping our two-a-day streak going. And while we had some hearty 4th of July wake-up sex our day got a little out of control after that.

First we hosted a gathering of friends - some locals and 2nd homers - here on our sunny patio.  (No, Mistress was not topless). That was for some "pre-parading" to get ready for the annual parade just down the street on our little town's main (and only) drag.  Slave whipped up some Bellini's for our guests (Prosecco and some freshly blended peach juice - a pinkish fizzy concoction that would have floated Terri's boat), and Mistress laid out a spread of munchies to keep us fueled for the festivities to come.

Of course, some of our guests are more "look-at-me" than others.  The guy in the afro wig on the Pride "float" was one guest who felt the need to be in the parade rather than watch it go by. Back in real life he gazes into the mouths of angsty patients all day, so maybe we should cut him some slack?

And you all may have funky Americana themed 4th of July parades in your home town. But I bet none of you saw a winged belly dancer on horseback yesterday:

No.  That's not Mistress.  But I bet she'd look hot in that costume.

Parade over, we begged off the annual pig roast, in favor of an early afternoon nap, but only after shoo-ing off Mr. Afro Wig and his wife, who was all decked up in a Ellie Mae Clampett meets Uncle Sam costume. I think they could tell we were hoping they would leave when Mistress asked them
"So when are you going to leave?", and I interjected "You mean here, or town?"

They finally got the message, and we headed to our bed for a while. We had to rest up for round two, a picnic at our neighbor's house.  They are a sprawling Hispanic family in the restaurant business, with plenty of kids, grand-kids, former employees and pals enjoying the holiday in their back yard, adjoining ours, with those big mountain views.  Mistress is always a big hit with the men (and women) at this event, as they fawn over her beautiful greenish eyes and long full tresses. As the afternoon faded into evening, and the tequila flowed, we get an insiders glimpse at local culture and family life-- all very colorful and spicy, like the red and green chile that ends up on everything on your plate.

And we got an earful about Donald Trump from just about everyone.

Hope all of our readers on this side of the pond had as much patriotic fun for the 4th as we did!