Jealous Cuckold?

Mistress and slave spent last evening at a civic dinner, then got home in time to watch the food fight on Fox, as the 10 guys who made the main card and their inquisitors  made history by using words like "pimps", "prostitutes", "bimbo" and references to women on their knees, in what may have been the least up-lifting Presidential debate of all time.

But at least someone on the stage had once separated Siamese Twins.

During a break, and in an effort to uplift the discourse,  I asked Mistress if she had any upcoming plans with her lover, Jay. She confirmed they had been in touch, and planned to have lunch today (Friday). But she seemed a little let down....

"I'm not really into 'just lunch', Slave.... it would be better if it was 'just  sex'....."

So what's the problem? 

"Apparently he has some scheduling issues tomorrow.... not enough time...."

Well, that happens. He's got a job. A special needs kid to deal with. And there is golf. I think Mistress is a little annoyed though. After 2 weeks of "comfort" sex with her slave, she's probably got an itch for the more athletic sexual stylings of her more alpha lover.

Of course, there is a potential back-up. 

K, the hunky younger guy who makes a cameo every now and then has been texting Mistress with more frequency. He wants to get back in the rotation.  But with our daughter around, and still looking for a job after graduation, Mistress can't provide the venue for any K action.

Then last night, Mistress got a "call me for lunch" solicitation from a 50 something business executive sitting at an adjoining table.

"He's been flirting with me for a while, Slave.....and might even be a good business contact.... I suppose I should give him a call....."

All this comes up in the context of developments at two blogs we often follow.  Marc Divigny over at the Cuckolder (see our blog role) is finally back in action. We thought maybe he disappeared on us. He explains his absence by the fact that he and his lover Janice broke up for a while because the cuckold who claimed he liked the humiliation of his wife and Marc's sexual antics got jealous. So there was a long cuckolding hiatus.  But apparently the cuckold missed Mark. And so did Janice. 

  Mistress seems to have a bit of a blog reader / remote crush on Marc. So we look forward to living vicariously when he updates the fun with him, Janice and the cuckold.

Meanwhile, over at "A Married Sissy", Terri seems to struggle on a regular basis with feelings of jealousy. Although sometimes it seems he may be as jealous about the lack of attention from Paul, as well as his wife Diane, when they seclude themselves in the marital bedroom.

I guess I am one of those cuckolds who does not have the jealous gene. I like to see Mistress happy, and a little sexual variety and male attention certainly makes her a happier Mistress.  And, unlike Terri, it's not like I don't get enough sexual release myself.  He's been clocking more than 90% of the time in his cock cage.

 In contrast, this Slave's been a free range cuckold in recent months.

Who can complain?

One Way to Get an Upgrade

The sun set Monday on our trip to the left coast.  Mistress is bronzed from all that sand and sun.  Slave is splotchy red in parts. And the sun really did set on us there - we took the red eye home so as to get an extra day of sun.

Of course there is a certain price to pay for that extra day on the beach - that long sleepless night in those narrow seats. But, amazingly the air travel gods conspired in our favor.  When slave checked in, I actually got an upgrade.

Of course, so slave worth his salt would take the upgraded seat in first class, and consign his loving Mistress to that narrow middle coach seat she drew from Delta. I chivalrously handed her my boarding pass, and then went to the guy at the desk to see what he could do, explaining our plight. Of course he would sell me a first class seat for $350 more. (Sorry dude).  But for free he found me an aisle seat, which turned out to be one of those "comfort" coach seats - that came without the nails embedded in the cushion.  Better yet it was right behind first class, so I could see Mistress in aisle 3, chatting up some younger red headed guy sitting next to her.

Then lightning really struck. A fairly attractive , 40 something stewardess saw me sitting by my lonesome in aisle 10 and seemed confused. She consulted her print out (ues they still have those) and seemed to think I didn't belong there.  I explained why there was a "Mick" in the seat, rather than a "Molly" and my act of chivalry.  Before we took off, she came back and sotto vocco told me that in light of my good deed I could take one of the remaining first class seats once the pilot turned off the fasten seat bell light.

That freed Mick to move up to aisle two once we were somewhere over the Sierra Madres.  Sadly, by then Mistress was fast asleep, ans so was Mr. red head.  I took my seat, watched a little TV, drank some of that free red wine, and nodded off some where over Nebraska. Mistress didn't realize I was sort of across the aisle from her until she woke during landing at about 6 am.

She seemed a little surprised. Particularly when I explained how I got there.

"I was a little worried about whether that red headed guy would come onto you Mistress. So I offerred that cute stewardess some oral sex in the restroom on return for an upgrade. She thought I did a pretty good job. I told her I was 'well trained'."

I think Mistress really believed me, at least for a while.

Ocean View Worship

Mistress and Slave took a nostalgic tour of the Northern CA Coast this weekend - traveling north on Saturday to a little idyllic "town" where the Russian River meets the Pacific, and where we took our young daughters for summer vacations back before the "turn of the century".  We stumbled down the narrow, steep path to a secluded beach where river meets sea, and where humans are far out numbered by seals and pelicans.

It's a place where we frolicked with our young ones years ago, building sand castles and constructing shelters from drift wood.  But now we were alone, the daughters all grown up and frolicking in different ways.  The sun burnt through the morning fog just as we arrived, and Mistress soon was stripped down to her undies, enjoying the warm sun.

We spent a good chunk of the afternoon down there, enjoying the sea breeze, the sounds of the surf and watching seals pop in and out of the water, hunting for the fish that were trying to swim up river.

But before we abandoned our abandoned chunk of heaven, there was some business to be taken care of.

"How about some worship, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Slave....."

We did have to dodge the gaze of all those tourists on the cliffs above, taking the photo op but not daring the steep trail down.  So Mistress huddled under a make-shift drift wood lean-to, slithering out of her undies, and parking her firm ass on a beach towel.

"It's a little sandy down there, Slave....."

Ah yes. the ubiquitious beach sand had insinuated itself into those clean shaven folds.  Slave did his best to brush her clean, and soldiered through his duties. What's a little grit when it comes to savoring and serving?

Mistress soon came with s shudder and moan, and complimented her slave on my devotion.  Then it was time to abandon our little patch of heaven and head back to our B&B.

Rest assured that slave was rewarded for his service.

Beach Bums

Mistress and Slave slid off to a cute little beach town just north on Highway 1 for a few days of R&R before heading back to the heat and drudgery of River City.

We haven't missed much back there, and are grateful we've been away as our hometown is embroiled in yet another racial / policing controversy. Good time to leave town!

The weather is much cooler here this time of year, and the vagaries of the "marine layer" blowing in from off shore can make for cool, cloudy mornings.  But when the sun pops out, Mistress is more than happy to enjoy the sun.

The cool mornings are perfect for lounging in our bed in a cozy if a bit cramped and overdecorated B&B room, leaving plenty of time for some sex that might have woken the lady in the next room before a long walk on the beach.

When the clouds rolled back again around lunch time, we headed a little further up the Coast, and found a sunny beach along Tomales Bay where Mistress napped and slave caught up on some old New Yorkers. Then it was back to our B&B at around 5 pm before some pre-dinner nooky.  Our fellow boarders might take up a collection to find us a more secluded room if we keep this up!

In case you were wondering, Mistress claims that her breakfast date - that old high school friend she went skinny dipping with - did not overtly flirt with her.

"I think he had a crush on me back then, slave. but was always too timid to come onto me."

No wonder. Mistress can be a little intimidating.

But there was someone else at the hotel who wasn't timid.

"I was riding the elevator with this very handsome guy, slave.  ABout my age. He chatted me up, very flirtatious. He asked me if I was "traveling alone".  I think he was disapointed when I answered that I was here with my husband."

"was he hot, Mistress?"

"He was  definitely the kind of guy I would have had a drink with if I was traveling alone."

Hmmm.   I guess my short business engagement should have dragged on a bit longer.