Sex Caddy

As anticipated, Mistress and slave woke up rather stiff and sore following our 7 hour Sunday odyssey up and down the neighborhood mountain.  And while we managed to work our way through our wake-up sex rituals, I think we would both admit it wasn't our best effort.

Sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment, and not try to set records or personal bests, right?  At least I can testify that despite aching limbs and feet I "got her done".

We had decided to take Labor Day off - no exercise and no professional work - and we pretty much stuck to that path. But slave did do a little stuccoing on our low adobe wall separating our patio from the wilds beyond.  Meanwhile Mistress was sunning herself au naturale, giving slave something to admire as I spread that sticky brown goo on sun bleached walls.

Admiring Mistress's glistening body from only a few feet away, I decided it made sense to provide a bonus cum to make amens form my less than focused efforts of the morning.  Without Mistress noticing, I found her hitachi inside, hooked it up to the long extension cord we had been using to play the radio, and silently proceeded the the side of her chaise, proferring to her the little electric wand with the big white bulb at the end.

I was sort of like the aging but experienced professional golf caddy, who's job it it to anticipate his boss's next club choice even before the golfer realized what club he wanted for the next crucial shot. I figured Mistress, after all that sun worship, was ready for the sort of sexual interlude that only her favorite power tool could deliver.

Mistress reacted with a start to me standing there, hitachi in hand, pulling her eyes away from her kindle.

"I thought you could use this, Mistress....."

And although I had distracted her from her book, she didn't seem to mind in the least. But unlike the well trained caddy, I didn't hand her the "tool".  Instead, with a nob from her, I applied it gently but firmly to those sun soaked clean shaven folds.  Mistress spread her thighs just a tad, then embraced that big white bulb as I switched it on to the "low" setting.

Mistress closed her eyes, focusing on the insistent vibrations attacking her tender bits. Soon her hips were shifting in rhythm to the device, and only about 30 seconds later asked her slave for permission to cum.  Who was I to forestall her pleasure?

Once Mistress seemed fully satisfied, she murmured in a way that seemed to say "enough", and slave turned off the device, putting it away for its next use.

I think I at least helped Mistress hit a birdie on that particular hole.

Summiting Sunday

Mistress and slave did our labor day weekend laboring yesterday, climbing the highest mountain in the state, which you can see the top of from our hideaway's back yard.

Fortunately, slave got to enjoy some wake up sex with Mistress before we left the house at around 8 am, because my aging bones barely had the strength to roll over in bed once our trek was over. According to my know it all I-phone we had covered more than 10 miles, about 30,000 steps and the equivalent of 131 flights of stairs. But as Mistress noted, there should be an asterisk saying we did it all at above 10,000 feet, stumbling over a lot of loose rock. (That's Mistress up ahead of me, approaching the summit, at about !3,200 ft.).

"Remind me why we do this, Mistress?", I mumbled while gulping down a couple of ibuprofin chased by a very much appreciated pale ale at a local bar adjacent to the nearby ski valley.

"Because it's there, slave?"

Or maybe just to prove that we still CAN do it.

In any event the trails were pretty crowded because of the holiday weekend. The summit was packed with about 30 people, mostly a lot younger than slave. I recalled our experience one time up there, when it was so private that Mistress enjoyed some high altitude worship with only the scavenging chipmunks to witness.

Mistress would have to wait for that until we stumbled  back into  our hideaway, 7 hours after her morning cums.

I was impressed with her patience.

Earth Porn?

Mistress and slave have been enjoying some cool, high dessert weather since our arrival here at our hideaway. Fortunately, several of the a little too annoying "friends" who sometimes clutter the scene here are back in Texas, keeping our social calendar open for romantic dinners and music. Like last night , where we dined at a cozy Italian bistro where they serve Mistress the gluten free pizza she has been craving all summer.

Top it with Artichokes and goat cheese and Mistress seems on the verge of orgasmic.

"I think you like that gluten free pizza as much as a good fucking from Jay, Mistress...."

"Hmmmm..... well, almost, Slave, almost....."

In Jay's absence, slave has been doing his workmanlike best to keep Mistress sexually amused.  We had our traditional wake up sex Friday morning, and  I surprised her by rising to the occasion againyesterday afternoon, following a nice, extended nap.

As we rested in our bed, storm clouds looming outside, we both turned to our ubiquitous lap tops to catch up on what was happening in the real world.... or at least the glossy, faux real world that folks create for themselves on facebook.

You know what I mean.... we all do it.  Mistress and slave tend to post photos when we are off on seemingly exotic vacations - like the sunset above taken from our front yard here.  I often post cute pics of Mistress when we are out to eat, with her toasting the camera with a glass of wine.  I suppose it's a little cruel  to tweek all of our FBFs out there, showing them what a hot wife I have, or showing Mistress's lady friends how much her husband fawns over her.

I can hear them now, nagging their less clever hubbies:  "how come you never post fawning pics of me at trendy restaurants like Mick Collins does of Molly".

Poor saps.

Anyway, we have a friend who recently "discovered" facebook, and is catching up for lost time.  But instead of posting cute photos of her vacations, or dog, or any thing personal, she just repeatedly re-posts photos of idyllic vistas taken by other people. And she seems to do it over and over again, every 20 minutes or so....

"It's 'earth porn' slave.... "

Of course, slave is a little clueless sometime.  I'd never heard that phrase....

"What's earth porn?"

"It's like 'food porn'.... you know, pretty pics of fancy meals, but this is pretty pics of nature...."

Dumb.  I can see posting pics you've taken yourself, but why post other people's photos just to clutter up my facebook feed? And, come to think of it,  what's wrong with wife porn.....like this pretty pic of Mistress sunbathing:

What a shame I'm not allowed to post that on facebook... it would really get our FBFs' knickers in a twist!

Hunkered Down in Our Hideaway

Mistress and Slave survived Kansas and finally arrived at our SW hideaway on Tuesday afternoon - just in time for a late afternoon nap.

The drive was uneventful - a couple of roadside cafe breakfasts, and an overnight stay in Bob Dole's hometown. We stopped for dinner at a local restaurant where the steaks were thick and the locals were even thicker. There maybe something about all those bovine growth hormones leaching into the ground water.

Once in Colorado, we did do a little "market research" at one of those new fangled "recreational dispensaries", staffed by hippie grandpa and hippie grandma, who gave us the run-down on their inventory and all these new fangled "delivery systems".  We even picked up something for Mistress to share with her lover Jay if we decide to go back to River City.

Mistress got some early morning Kansas worship, if only to defy Governor Brownback, but we saved the day's main event for our arrival at our little adobe in the shade of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.  After a recuperative nap in our cozy bedroom, Mistress directed slave to insert "your device" (the trusty aneros) which had its typical effect. Rest assured that Mistress received some starter cums via her slave's oral "delivery system" before slave got his reward for all that driving over the last two days.

It was well worth it.

Speaking of worthwhile, Marc, "The Cuckolder" left a comment yesterday wondering if he'd be invited to visit the SW hideaway.

Marc, the welcome mat is out. And I suspect Mistress would make your visit more than worthwhile.