Cuckold Update

Poor Mistress.

With our travels and Jay's family and child care issues, it's been more than a month since she's been able to exploit her "contractual rights" to sex with other guys. She may be getting tired of the routine devotions of her loyal slave/husband.

Thursday night she was hoping for a sleepover. Instead there was just a sushi dinner before Jay had to go back and help with a very sick parent.

There was a bit of a wrinkle in that dinner though.

"I may have been holding Jay's hand across the table when the Taylor's [fabricated name] walked in with their daughter, slave.... I don't think they noticed.  We said hello and I introduced Jay as a 'friend'...."

I guess this can be the risk of open cuckolding. But there's nothing wrong with a married lady having a sushi dinner in town with a male acquaintance, is there?

Things may be looking up this week though.

Jay and Mistress have a sleepover scheduled for Monday night. Mistress's "cover story" for our daughter will be a brief out-of-town business trip.

But that's not until tomorrow.  In the meantime, I'd better pick up my game to make sure Mistress is properly serviced....

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.