Overnight With Her Lover

It was a relatively laid back cuckolding sleepover here on Wednesday night.

Slave planned a summery dinner of grilled fish, and fresh from the farmer's market sweet corn and green beans.  Mistress and Jay chatted in our living room over beverages, as I "slaved away" in the kitchen.  Dinner was served in our garden on a night when the heat and humidity of River City was at its apex.

Afterwards, there was some Low key lounging in our living room and even some TV watching. It was a work night after all, and we were all a little lazy.

Typically slave and Mistress cuddle on the couch when watching TV, Mistress stretched out, her uncovered folds tempting me to linger with my fingers.

It was different with Jay there..... Slave ceded the couch to his wife and her lover.  Mistress stretched her legs onto Jay's legs, seemingly teasing his cock through his shorts with her bare tootsies. As you might expect, that was a little distracting to slave as I sat in a nearby chair.

Of course, Mistress seems to enjoy having both of her men dote on her.  I had even suggested that I could make myself scarce for the evening so she and Jay would have some private time.  But she insisted that I remain home, apparently valuing both my company and cooking!

Jay remains a reluctant cuckolder. He really doesn't "get" the humiliation element that floats some cuckolding boats. He's even a tad embarrassed to share Mistress's bed when I'm around.  So it was not surprising when he took me aside in our kitchen when Mistress was upstairs....

"Mick.... the plan is that  I stay the night. Are you sure that's OK with you?"

"Not a problem, Jay.....Molly enjoys it, and it's all about her as far as I'm concerned...."

Truth be told, Jay probably thinks old Mick has a screw loose.  But he was more than happy to climb the stairs with Mistress and join her in our bed when our show was over.

I went to bed a little later, in the adjoining bedroom of one of our absent daughters.

And while the after action reports suggested it was not one of those incendiary sex nights -- Mistress had a very early meeting Thursday which cramped her wake-up sex style -- she seemed happy with the outcome.

"Don't worry slave.... I had my quota this morning.....", she said as she paraded into our kitchen, completely naked, at about 6:30 am.  I brewed some coffee for her lover, and she brought it upstairs to him before hitting the shower and putting on her work armor.

It was about 30 minutes later when she and Jay came back downstairs, fully dressed and ready to face their days.

She kissed me goodbye as she and Jay left our back door early.... him headed to his car, she to hers.

It was then my time for the  shower and getting dressed.

Just another day in the life of Molly and mick.

But back to normal this morning.....fortunately Mistress has no one but me here this morning to float her boat!  And with our prodigal daughter headed home this afternoon, I'd better strike while the nest remains empty.

Foxy Lady

Mistress let me know yesterday that her lover Jay will be joining us for dinner tonight.  It's up to me to plan a proper meal. Something nourishing and tasty, but not so filling that it would unduly weigh down the two love birds should they choose to enjoy a private night cap in Mistress's executive suite.

Will this be a sleepover that relegates slave to our daughter's room for the night?  Not sure. Mistress has a very early meeting on Thursday morning that might compromise plans for Jay to share her bed through the night.  But then..... tune in tomorrow and I will provide the sordid details.

But here's something I noted yesterday in the media that's worth sharing.

We've all followed the sad plight of the ladies of Fox News. Who would think that a network that treats their on-air female talking heads as "eye candy" , with a special leg cam to go with their "no pants" rule. I'm not a big fan of FOX, but wasn't it obvious to anyone that the modus operandi at FOX was to show off the gams and not the brains of their female on-air personalities?

So is it hard to believe that after much high priced internal investigating that their former poo-bah Roger Ailes had a habit of shaking down his ladies for sexual favors?

I think we've seen this movie, haven't we?

But yesterday it got a little better for those of you with a kink proclivity.

When a sexual harassment claim draws blood, it's not unusual for other potential claimants to come forward. Is it because the new accusers  were previously intimidated by "the man" to speak up? Or is it just piling on and hoping to get a quick, copy-cat  pay-day?

Ao it came as no surprise that a new accuser popped up this week. A certain Andrea Tantaros. Not exactly a household name.  But she now claims she was one of those ladies from the Fox stable of right wing scolds who claims that  she was asked to "do the twirl" for Roger. As a consequence of her refusal, she was relegated to the back bench, and found fewer and fewer opportunities to opine on-air that there  may be a radical Muslim sleeper cell residing in the White House.  Ultimately, she was off the air all together.

But the Fox News spokesman has a different spin. That story is that sweet Andrea was taken off the air not because of her failure to succumb to the Boss's prurient importunings; but because she refused to have her book cover approved by the Network. As a hot young Fox personality might be expected to do, Andrea wrote a book explaining why feminism was really a terrible  deal for women. The title:"Tied Up In Knots. How Getting What We Want Made Women Miserable".  

Considering the title, it was only natural that the cover have a bondage theme, right?

So was Andrea booted off the air because she would not play Princess Leah to Roger's Jabba?  Or was it because she had the bad taste to hawk her books with a kinky cover?

After this fair and balanced presentation of the facts, I will let my readers make the call.

Meanwhile, I have some menu planning to do.

Cuckolding Comes to Cable

Mistress and slave are back in River City, settling into a routine of sorts as we await the return of our prodigal daughter, who will arrive on Friday from "the Continent" and infest our nest for a month or so. While we had the chance to watch a show that daughter would sneer at, we finished the smutty "Girlfriend Experience" series we had started before our SW holiday.

You may recall the show is about a law school student who decides to make some extra cash as an escort. This gives the Director plenty of opportunities to show the star, Riley Keough (Elvis's granddaughter) in various stages of undress and multiple sexual positions. It's the closest thing to soft core porn I've seen on a conventional cable network. (Although there were some hot dominatrix scenes in "Billions"!)

But the final episode of the season / series was a lengthy ode to cuckolding worth watching on it's own if that is an itch you enjoy scratching. It was one long sex scene that seemed to go on and on.... covering virtually the entire episode,

The premise: wealthy middle age John watches as Riley enjoys a sexual encounter with a younger stud in a plush hotel suite overlooking Lake Michigan. There is some rather elaborate role playing as the two younger lovers describe their affections / lust for one another, pretending the old "husband" is not there. In the end, after the younger guy leaves (with his envelope of cash) the "husband" gets to taste the spoils of his "wife's" afternoon delight. Of course, it's all a  bit transactional, but it had a certain appeal to those of us who play this game for real, and not for $$.  And the effect on Mistress was not to be discounted.  As we sat on our couch, Mistress in her nightie, sans undies, slave was able to prompt Mistress to a couple of cums with my meaty paw.

Definitely two cums up for this episode, and the series as a whole, from Mistress and her devoted slave.

Short Circuited

Mistress and slave reluctantly abandoned our SW hideaway for the long trek home yesterday. Fortunately, our flight was later in the afternoon, giving us time for one final round of morning sex and cycling before hitting the road.  Now I'm back at our kitchen counter again, sipping coffee and biding my time until Mistress awakens and summons me to service.

Sadly, it's almost as if we never left.

Or maybe it's better to say that we are  picking up where we left off. After all, life is not so terrible for us here in River City.  After a blistering "cuckold week" before we left, Mistress has been in touch over the last two weeks with her lover Jay. And I suspect there is some building pent up demand on both of their parts.  She gave me a "cuckold alert" on the way home last night.

"I may be seeing Jay on Tuesday evening slave.....,"  was how she put me on notice that I should consider making other plans that evening.

As we flew from ABQ to MSP to River City yesterday, we had a chance to do some people watching as the crowds changed from SW to Prairie to Midwest. And one of Mistress's pet peeves was highlighted: lots of older, larger and frumpy guys in shorts and sandals.  Mistress is a bit of a traditionalist. She tends to believe that guys' groady feet and hairy legs are not something that should be publicly displayed other than at the beach or sporting events.  This got us talking about an article I read on Friday in the Washington Post about the geographical and cultural divide between men who wear "cargo shorts" and "jorts" (i.e. jean shorts). Real American Men Don't Wear Shorts. Here's an excerpt:

While I've long been a believer in Shorts' Rights — especially in the workplace during sweltering Mid-Atlantic summers — I nonetheless sympathize with the views expressed in the Wall Street Journal: that cargo shorts are bulky, aggressively dad-ish, and "like lingerie for not having sex," as Vocativ's Erin Gloria Ryan opined today on Twitter.

The obsession with cargo shorts is all the more puzzling when you consider that there's already a cool, casual, impeccably American option for men's casual leg wear: jorts.

[I wore shorts to the office and nothing will ever be the same]

While jean shorts' stylistic advantages over cargo shorts are immediately apparent to anyone with eyes, the true appeal of jorts lies in their evocation of all the things that make America great: warm summer nights, sandlot baseball games, first dates at the drive-in and making out in the back of an F-150 while John Cougar Mellencamp rocks the car radio.

Listen to Mellencamp's "Jack & Diane": In your mind's eye, are the two star-crossed Midwestern lovers wearing jean shorts or cargo shorts? The answer, of course, is jorts. Anything else is unthinkable.

As it turns out, there is a stark geographic divide in preferences for cargo shorts and jean shorts. You can trace the contours of this divide by examining the record of Google searches for "jean shorts" and "cargo shorts" going back to 2004. 

 

Quite frankly, it's a debate I was oblivious too, but apparently quite controversial. And the map that accompanied the article shows how this great divide breaks down regionally:

It seems that cargo shorts are more of a Western / East Coast thing, while the Jorts afficianados are more heartland types.   And while I tend to wear shorts for weekend errands or if working in the yard, you'd never catch me out to dinner, let alone going to work in shorts, whether jean or baggy with too many pockets.  And never with my cowboy boots like this character on the right.

Nor would you catch me in those knee scraping baggy numbers:

But this got me thinking about Terri over at A Married Sissy.  Yesterday he got sent over to his wife Diane's friend Linda's house to perform some personal and domestic services whilst Diane was enjoying some private time with her lover Paul.  I got the impression he was going to be dressed to serve. But on a typical Saturday afternoon in their sunny and hot climes, would be be wearing shorts?  And would they be cargo shorts or jorts?  Or maybe something like this?

In any event, they would have to be substantial enough to conceal his cock cage.