Dry Spell

Here at the UCTMW World HQ, slave has had a bit of a dry spell compared to our normal sexual hijincks. 

Monday Mistress had one of those ridiculously early morning meetings that foreclosed our normal "wake up" sex. 

Monday night one of my older daughters made an unusual cameo appearance, bedding down in the bedroom next to us. The combination of a later night airport pick-up and an early delivery of said daughter to an MD appointment, shut us down again.

Then last night Slave was recovering from some heavy drilling in my mouth at the dentist office. Fortunately, I was able to perform a couple of worship sessions for my impatient Mistress, one while she was catching up with the exploits of the Cuckolder, who has re-emerged in the bedroom of his lover, Janice. She read his blog from my laptop as I used my tongue and lips (one side of my mouth still a little numb) to provide her with a little extra stimulative accompaniment to get her over the top. 

"I wish he'd add a little more detail, Slave....."

I'm not sure if that was more of a comment on my oral services, or Marc's entry, but it's clear we've both got to up our game.

After Slave was done with his "work", I noticed that Mistress was responding to some text messages. I try not to pry in these matters, but she disclosed she was communicating with her "back up" lover, K. 

"He's back from his trip from Alaska, slave.  He wants to get together...."

Of course, the problem is that with our daughter home, there really isn't an assurance of privacy here.  And K has some privacy issues at home too.  

"I told him we can meet for a drink next week, Slave."

Mistress's frustration with Jay's own scheduling issues clearly has her looking for other options.

Sounds like we all have to up our game. 

But the good news is that it's a new day at the UCTMW World HQ. I have a feeling my dry spell is going to end this morning.

Quickie

A week ago yesterday, Mistress and slave were languishing on an idyllic northern California beach, where the  the seals and pelicans out-numbered the humans. Yesterday we were back to "normal" here in River City.  But we did make the best of it.

There was some robust if hushed up wake-up sex in the UCTMW executive suite. Yes, the cums were rewarding, but we still had to hush up with our daughter across the hall, still infesting our formerly empty nest.

Unfortunately for Mistress, her lover Jay had a date with his golfing buddies, so she was denied the more alpha sexual styings that he might otherwise have provided at lunch time. So we headed over to our swim club for some sun and relaxation through a good chunk of the afternoon.  Sadly, there was not enough privacy like there was last weekend for some out-doors worship. I was "stuck" admiring the curves of Mistress firm and sensual ass and legs without the ability to crouch between them and apply my well trained tongue to a higher purpose.

We arrived home at around 5:30 pm, with plans to catch a movie at the theatre up the street. And then there was an unexpected revelation: our daughter's car was out of the driveway.

"I think we have time for a quickie, slave....."

Who was I to disagree.

Mistress showered off the chlorine, as slave patiently awaited her in our bed.

She instructed me to insert "my device" (the aneros), assuring that her cock would be primed for action.  And it certainly was, as she rode it to a cum or two before we switched positions and slave did his best to fill in for the fucking that Jay might have provided if he hadn't been chasing that little white ball all afternoon.

And while I may have fallen a little "short", rest assured I gave my best in the cause of pleasing my Mistress.

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.