Mistress and Slave had a relaxing Friday evening with our daughter off for a weekend with her boy friend and some of their pals. We had a "food truck" dinner at our swim club, then watched a rather boring movie at home.
Don't worry though. Mistress got a good helping of worship before our trip to the pool, then a bonus cum as she lie beside me on the couch during our movie.
Today Mistress will be going for a two-fer though. I am anticipating some higher volume love making in our bed this morning. Then, at around 11:30 am, Mistress will be embarking on a "play date" with her lover Jay.
While his child care duties won't allow for a sleep-over this weekend, it seems they were able to carve out some recreational time for Saturday afternoon.
Slave will be staying busy with some yard work and a visit to my cranky mother whilst Mistress exercises her clean shaven folds (and a few other muscles, I suspect. )
Hopefully there will be a more detailed report of her Saturday afternoon fun tomorrow!
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Shag one for the Gipper!
Mistress and Slave have had a low key week here in River City. We are looking forward to the weekend, when our daughter and her boyfriend have plans for a few days away with friends, leaving the UCTMW World HQ a briefly empty nest.
"We will be able to have loud sex again, Slave!"
It's something to look forward to, plus Mistress is also working on plans to get together on Saturday with her lover Jay..... by Sunday evening Mistress may have some tuckered out clean shaven folds!
But today's blog is inspired more by an article I saw in the Washington Post yesterday, titled Why Are American Teenagers Having Much Less Sex?
This chart tells the story:
Apparently back in the Reagan "Just Say No" Era about 60% of teen boys and 51% of teen girls were sexually active. That percentage has shrunk to 47% and 44% respectively in the "liberal" Obama Era. Teen pregnancy rates are way down too.
Now Mistress came of sexual age back in the Reagan years. (Her ancient Slave first had sex back when Lyndon Johnson was grabbing Senators by the balls, hoping their hearts and minds would follow). I may have to ask her if there was something in the water that made all those teens fuck like bunnies as the Gipper and Nancy moralized about the evils of drug, sex and rock and roll. (But then didn't Nancy have a thing going with Frank Sinatra on the side?)
It appears that that Reagan Era generation of sexually licentious teens grew up to be the Ashley Madison generation. Now they're wondering if their profiles got hacked and their cock and boob shots will suddenly turn up on their facebook pages.
And what would explain the less randy nature of our teens during the "permissive" Obama reign?
The article suggests they are too distracted by screen time. Maybe they're satisfied by virtual sex, or while away the hours watching other people do it on Netflix and Hulu?
I'm confused. It's clear that our kids aren't living up to our concupiscient example. Except, maybe, for the WC's daughter. I still can't believe she disappeared with his wife's hitachi.
Hmmmmm...... maybe that's it. Could 21st Century teen girls have realized that Hitachis are more reliable and less messy than the quick fire cocks of the boys they go to high school and college with?
"We will be able to have loud sex again, Slave!"
It's something to look forward to, plus Mistress is also working on plans to get together on Saturday with her lover Jay..... by Sunday evening Mistress may have some tuckered out clean shaven folds!
But today's blog is inspired more by an article I saw in the Washington Post yesterday, titled Why Are American Teenagers Having Much Less Sex?
This chart tells the story:
Now Mistress came of sexual age back in the Reagan years. (Her ancient Slave first had sex back when Lyndon Johnson was grabbing Senators by the balls, hoping their hearts and minds would follow). I may have to ask her if there was something in the water that made all those teens fuck like bunnies as the Gipper and Nancy moralized about the evils of drug, sex and rock and roll. (But then didn't Nancy have a thing going with Frank Sinatra on the side?)
It appears that that Reagan Era generation of sexually licentious teens grew up to be the Ashley Madison generation. Now they're wondering if their profiles got hacked and their cock and boob shots will suddenly turn up on their facebook pages.
And what would explain the less randy nature of our teens during the "permissive" Obama reign?
The article suggests they are too distracted by screen time. Maybe they're satisfied by virtual sex, or while away the hours watching other people do it on Netflix and Hulu?
I'm confused. It's clear that our kids aren't living up to our concupiscient example. Except, maybe, for the WC's daughter. I still can't believe she disappeared with his wife's hitachi.
Hmmmmm...... maybe that's it. Could 21st Century teen girls have realized that Hitachis are more reliable and less messy than the quick fire cocks of the boys they go to high school and college with?
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Fundamentalist Hackers?
Slave was trying to avoid working yesterday morning, scanning the Washington Post for distractions, when I noticed the first wave of publicity about the big Ashley Madison hack.
The gist: some oddly puritanical hacker cabal had snuck into the cyber knicker drawers at Ashley Madison and pulled out the files of a few hundred thousand "cheaters" and was threatening to expose them to the world - or at least to their (supposedly) unknowing spouses.
Their "non-negotiable demand" (how 1960's) was that AM must shutdown and stop facilitating infidelity. Here is one of many summaries about a story that ballooned all day yesterday as all those "fidels" out there tut-tutted about the hideous "infidels".Ashley Madison Hack
I set aside the odd notion that hackers have now taken on a fundamentalist streak. Usually they just want to steal your credit card data so they can run up charges on on-line gambling web sites. No, these guys want to hold infidels accountable for their infidelity. Does Jerry Falwell's college now have a hacking major?
Then I acted to make sure that Mistress's "data" was as safe as could be. Her AM profile has been hidden for a long time now. But to be sure, I deleted the profile. I suspect that there was a lot of profile deleting going on at AM yesterday.
At dinner (after our cute daughter excused herself) we discussed this development. Of course, Mistress need not worry about her cover being blown to an unsuspecting spouse. Slave was the one monitoring all the attention she got from so many whackos on AM..... though there was at least one "keeper". recall that Mistress met her lover Jay on AM! He was one of the few single guys cruising for married ladies with some time on their hands!
But Mistress was a little concerned about being "exposed" to family members or clients. After thinking it through we aren't too worried - we never used a credit card, name associated email account, or face shot on the site.
But we did wonder about consequences for a few of the people Mistress encountered over the years. Some were the arrogant types who like to pose as pillars of the community.
Will the local museum director who came onto Mistress be exposed? Or that corporate Exec who wanted to fly her to Europe on his business trip immediately after their first "date"?
I guess this is the downside when technology optimizes "fooling around" for married folks. Or when there Ayatollahs out there learn how to hack.
The gist: some oddly puritanical hacker cabal had snuck into the cyber knicker drawers at Ashley Madison and pulled out the files of a few hundred thousand "cheaters" and was threatening to expose them to the world - or at least to their (supposedly) unknowing spouses.
Their "non-negotiable demand" (how 1960's) was that AM must shutdown and stop facilitating infidelity. Here is one of many summaries about a story that ballooned all day yesterday as all those "fidels" out there tut-tutted about the hideous "infidels".Ashley Madison Hack
I set aside the odd notion that hackers have now taken on a fundamentalist streak. Usually they just want to steal your credit card data so they can run up charges on on-line gambling web sites. No, these guys want to hold infidels accountable for their infidelity. Does Jerry Falwell's college now have a hacking major?
Then I acted to make sure that Mistress's "data" was as safe as could be. Her AM profile has been hidden for a long time now. But to be sure, I deleted the profile. I suspect that there was a lot of profile deleting going on at AM yesterday.
At dinner (after our cute daughter excused herself) we discussed this development. Of course, Mistress need not worry about her cover being blown to an unsuspecting spouse. Slave was the one monitoring all the attention she got from so many whackos on AM..... though there was at least one "keeper". recall that Mistress met her lover Jay on AM! He was one of the few single guys cruising for married ladies with some time on their hands!
But Mistress was a little concerned about being "exposed" to family members or clients. After thinking it through we aren't too worried - we never used a credit card, name associated email account, or face shot on the site.
But we did wonder about consequences for a few of the people Mistress encountered over the years. Some were the arrogant types who like to pose as pillars of the community.
Will the local museum director who came onto Mistress be exposed? Or that corporate Exec who wanted to fly her to Europe on his business trip immediately after their first "date"?
I guess this is the downside when technology optimizes "fooling around" for married folks. Or when there Ayatollahs out there learn how to hack.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Mistress's Birthday Celebration
Mistress got a special treat for her birthday: Her slave hosted a birthday dinner at a trendy neighborhood bistro that included both her husband and her lover, Jay.
Jay joined us first for drinks in our living room: Mistress sat next to him on a little love seat while Slave parked on a side chair, as we chatted about developments in the increasingly bizarre 2016 presidential race.
Then we walked up to our local bistro, where, once again, Mistress made sure Jay sat next to her through dinner, against a cozy leather banquette. And while other diners might have just seen two men and a fetching woman spending a Friday evening together, what I could notice was Mistress's hand resting on Jay's thigh - or vice versa - as we sipped bubbly, and ambled through our three course meal.
On the walk home we stopped by a local wine bar for some after dinner sipping.
It's a neighborhood joint where it's not untypical for us to run into friends, or strike up a conversation with some newbies. And the shop owner made matters worse when he took it upon himself to announce that Mistress was celebrating her birthday and we were celebrating our anniversary. That got a younger couple chatting the three of us up ... it turned out they were on their first date, and the guy, a tad geeky, asked what the secret was to staying married for so long.... 22 years in our case.
Here was the tricky part. We didn't know these folks, so the shock effect could be fun..... but then we did know the shop owner, who was lingering nearby.
Slave was tempted to say.... "Allowing a lovely wife to take a lover -- like Jay here -- can keep things fresh and hot!"
Or maybe.... "letting your wife keep your cock locked up when it suits her works!"
But instead, so as to avoid embarrassing Jay and blowing our cover, I simply said "lots of sex...."
Even then, Mr. Geek looked at us like we were a little crazy.
Shortly after that, some old friends walked in. We chatted with them for a while, introducing Jay as "a friend", and sharing some old stories about how the husband in this couple met Mistress back when she was in high school, at a deposition. (No doubt he had some less than purely professional thoughts about his young and nubile witness, with long legs in her hiking shorts).
When we got home, a bit wet from a pop up thunderstorm, there were a few awkward moments. Our daughter was out with a friend. But we didn't know when she would get home. Was there enough time for the two lovebirds to enjoy a "night cap"? Slave excused himself, to give them a little privacy. I even floated the idea of Jay "spending the night" in our other daughter's room.
'With the bedroom doors closed, who would know who was sleeping where?" I postulated.
But I think nervousness over our daughter's impending arrival made both of them a little nervous. In about 45 minutes, Mistress joined me in our bedroom.
"He figured it was better to go home, slave....."
Prudent. But I suspect that they got in a little kissing and groping before Mistress's birthday night ended. And it seems they have plans for a more private get together later this week. In the meantime, Slave will have to rise to the occasion in order to serve Mistress's needs.
Jay joined us first for drinks in our living room: Mistress sat next to him on a little love seat while Slave parked on a side chair, as we chatted about developments in the increasingly bizarre 2016 presidential race.
Then we walked up to our local bistro, where, once again, Mistress made sure Jay sat next to her through dinner, against a cozy leather banquette. And while other diners might have just seen two men and a fetching woman spending a Friday evening together, what I could notice was Mistress's hand resting on Jay's thigh - or vice versa - as we sipped bubbly, and ambled through our three course meal.
On the walk home we stopped by a local wine bar for some after dinner sipping.
It's a neighborhood joint where it's not untypical for us to run into friends, or strike up a conversation with some newbies. And the shop owner made matters worse when he took it upon himself to announce that Mistress was celebrating her birthday and we were celebrating our anniversary. That got a younger couple chatting the three of us up ... it turned out they were on their first date, and the guy, a tad geeky, asked what the secret was to staying married for so long.... 22 years in our case.
Here was the tricky part. We didn't know these folks, so the shock effect could be fun..... but then we did know the shop owner, who was lingering nearby.
Slave was tempted to say.... "Allowing a lovely wife to take a lover -- like Jay here -- can keep things fresh and hot!"
Or maybe.... "letting your wife keep your cock locked up when it suits her works!"
But instead, so as to avoid embarrassing Jay and blowing our cover, I simply said "lots of sex...."
Even then, Mr. Geek looked at us like we were a little crazy.
Shortly after that, some old friends walked in. We chatted with them for a while, introducing Jay as "a friend", and sharing some old stories about how the husband in this couple met Mistress back when she was in high school, at a deposition. (No doubt he had some less than purely professional thoughts about his young and nubile witness, with long legs in her hiking shorts).
When we got home, a bit wet from a pop up thunderstorm, there were a few awkward moments. Our daughter was out with a friend. But we didn't know when she would get home. Was there enough time for the two lovebirds to enjoy a "night cap"? Slave excused himself, to give them a little privacy. I even floated the idea of Jay "spending the night" in our other daughter's room.
'With the bedroom doors closed, who would know who was sleeping where?" I postulated.
But I think nervousness over our daughter's impending arrival made both of them a little nervous. In about 45 minutes, Mistress joined me in our bedroom.
"He figured it was better to go home, slave....."
Prudent. But I suspect that they got in a little kissing and groping before Mistress's birthday night ended. And it seems they have plans for a more private get together later this week. In the meantime, Slave will have to rise to the occasion in order to serve Mistress's needs.
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