Failed Cuckold Shaming

Mistress and slave  made it safely back to River City on Tuesday evening. And although we've gotten in our daily wake-up sex and evening worship , as usual, we've also been harried by needy kids, relatives, parents and work obligations we'd put off during our 2 week getaway.

Mistress did get to have dinner with Jay last night, but that was it. He's got his own family medical crisis, and was unable to take a night off with his lover / my wife. While Mistress was disappointed that she did not get a chance to enjoy his more athletic sexual stylings, hope springs eternal.

"Maybe, Monday night, slave....."

One of the more bizarre developments on our return was an anonymous letter received at my office during my absence.

Here's some background, with the facts scrambled or obscured enough to protect our "secret identities". You see Mistress and slave are pretty active in civic and political affairs in our sleepy little town. Earlier in the month I had sent a legal letter objecting to some aspects of an issue that will be presented to the voters this fall, that has the backing of a certain prominent politician. Let's call him "The Boss" , for these purposes. The Boss has more than a few evil minions who will come to his defense, and do his dirty work, as Bosses typically do, right? My letter had gotten a certain amount of press in the local media, and had triggered some trolling by some of the Bosses pals on my facebook page.  That's what the "blocking" button is for!

So this anonymous letter:

It came in a plain white envelope, with nondescript hand writing.  Inside there was a torn piece of white printer paper with some typing on it. It was initialed "L" in long hand.

The gist of it was this person supposedly agreed with my published position, but had a warning to pass on:

"I saw your wife leave the condo of the Boss's best friend twice a couple of months ago...be careful she's not spilling the beans on our strategy....."

Apparently the writer (one of the Boss's henchmen is my guess) was trying to retaliate against my political trouble making by creating some marital discord here at the UCTMW World HQ. He was cuckold shaming me. The message was supposed to be: "Hey Mick.....your wife is fucking the Boss's best friend behind your back.... isn't that humiliating!

But I had to laugh about it.... clearly this creep didn't understand that Mistress has permission, a contractual right in fact,  to "fuck around",  and already has a ready side-dish or two.  We get off on it! What the author didn't know was that if she was fucking the boss's "best friend", she'd give me all the dirty details as I worshiped her well used clean shaven folds in our bed later that evening.
 

I passed this onto Molly, who was actually upset that we were the objects of this sort of creepy behavior.  She called it a kidnap note, because of the strange, anonymous, thrown together quality.

What's next? Kidnapping Mistress's cats until we "back down"?

 At least they hadn't cut letters out of magazines and glued them to the page.

I guess the lesson here is "you can't cuckold shame a guy who gets off on being a cuckold."

Do your homework, dudes!

Eastbound

Mistress is at the wheel (it's too long of a bike ride), heading east bound across western KS. We're hoping no dudley doo-right of the Kansas Highway Patrol decides to pull us over and go through our bags, because Mistress has stashed away a little gift picked up in CO for her lover Jay.

Mistress did get some special treatment yesterday morning for our last hideaway day. Slave deployed her favorite power tool much to her apparent delight. And she returned the favor by letting me have my twisted way with her after the machine induced tremors faded.

We spent a good chunk of the day biking though the badlands that bound CO and NM, where man, beast, and crumbling adobe structures live as one.

Then last night we enjoyed on last summer sunset at our little house in the high desert, moaning about our reluctance to head home.

But at least Mistress has a sleepover date planned with Jay for Thursday night.

ANd the Pussycats won on the road!  Life can't be that bad in River City, can it?

The Case of the Disappearing Tan Lines

Our summer is now officially living on fumes.

Mistress and slave have one last day here in the sunny SW before we jump back in the car for that 1350 mile drive back to the hassles, work pressures  and infested nest awaiting us back in River City.

Rest assured we have been trying to squeeze that last bit of fun out the few hours left us. We started yesterday with some noisy wake-up sex, doors wide open, with Mistress riding her slave's cock to her heart's content. We may have even frightened away the prairie dogs, who seem to have moved onto greener (or possibly dryer) pastures this September.

Then we spend the day at a local music festival, that culminated in a "big barn dance" last night. The ladies were all gussied up for the highlight of the boot-scootin' season in skirts that flared while they spun.  The men had on their bolo ties and cowboy hats. Nothing flashy in their closets were left behind.  Slave did not wander far from Mistress. Otherwise I am sure some cowboy would have grabbed her by the wrist and waltzed her away onto the crowded dance floor.

Today we plan a long bike ride crossing from NM to CO and back again as out final fling before the long tedious trek eastward.  And I suspect somehow Mistress will squeeze a little more nakers time out of our Sunday.

Over our 12 days here she has certainly made some progress when it comes to homogenizing that bronze skin tone of hers.  Here is the "before" (or at least mid week) Mistress:

And here is the "after" (or at least Friday's version):

"I think I'm done with the sun for the season, Slave", Mistress sadly acknowledged Friday evening.

Well, at least she is well done.

High Desert Haze

Our days have been sliding by way too quickly here in the High Desert. I woke up this morning realizing that I had been so caught up in the lazy but seemingly busy days we've had here that I have let down our readers.... The medicinal value of some "edibles" acquired on our way through Colorado seems to have kept us in a very mellow mood, but, sadly, also has seemed to make our time here fly by even more quickly.

Let me briefly report that Mistress seems to have reached her tanning apex, lounging on our patio, conference calling and texting clients in the buff.  I guess she should be grateful they haven't demanded a video conference.

"After this the sunning season is over, Slave...."

Well at least no one can say she left a square inch of that lovely body back in the locker room!

There was a brief panic on Tuesday.  The local electrical Co-Op, which features very low rates and equally low service levels, went dark on us around 9 am, just as we were about to plunge into the shortened work week.  That meant no power, no internet, and no water, since we have a well with an electric pump.  It was a perfectly beautiful day, so they couldn't blame a lightening strike.

Ultimately the cracker jack repair crew arrived in our "neighborhood".  Mistress was almost caught in the buff by 2 of them as they wandered up our dusty "driveway" to examine our power box and meter.  Mistress had to scramble to wrap herself in a towel or the crew would have gotten an eyeful of her lush curves!

Ultimately they got our power back on by 4 pm, after much digging and an apparent midday siesta.

Then there was an amusing incident Monday evening at a local bar, where we went for dinner and some music. Setting off to fetch drinks and order, I left Mistress at  our table, one of those stool level high-tops amidst others, with a nice view of the mountains. When I finally returned with her tequila on the rocks and my IPA, I found her in the company of  two guys, engineers for the local cable company, who must have thought they had struck gold - a hot babe flying solo here in the high dessert.

I could tell Mistress was enjoying the attention - they had some shared professional experiences. I could also tell that the guys were mentally wrestling with the notion of who between them got first dibs.

They clearly were disappointed when old Mick showed up, turning their would be sexual oasis into a frustrating mirage.  But they did stick around and we enjoyed their company until the music started.  They made sure Mistress had their contact information in case they could find some mutual "work" to do in the future.

One seemed to be Mistress's type. I suspect she will be dropping an email to him,  if only for professional purposes.

That's all for now.... the sun is up, there are some wake-up sex rituals to perform, and then the 2nd day of a local music festival to enjoy.  We have only 3 more days left here before the long trek home. Unless we decide to pack it in and not go home ever again.