Mistress and slave have slowly re-entered the ugly brew of post-election recriminating here in the states. It's a pretty toxic mix when combined with jet lag and the sagging fortunes of one's local NFL team. It means you spend a lot of time in bed, and avoiding the hard news sections of the papers or CNN all together.
The upside is that there's more time for sex. On Sunday we actually had a two-fer: with some robust use of Mistress's favorite power tool and some cock riding in the morning, followed by some more conventional worship and fucking in the late afternoon.
Sadly, the election has had some unexpected fallout for Mistress's side-dish hanky panky.
"I tried to get Jay interested in a little birthday action this week, slave....but he says he's not talking to his mother because of the election and now he has no one to watch his kid!"
(Jay voted for Clinton. Apparently his Mom voted for Trump, reversing the gender stereotype that the polls had predicted).
This sounds like a bad episode of "All in the Family", doesn't it?
With Mistress left to only her slave's work-a-day cock for solace, we found some amusement by catching up on some episodes of "Indian Summers" on Masterpiece theatre, which has two separate cross- racial cuckolding themes going this season ---- clearly it's not your grandmother's PBS anymore.
On the one hand we have your aspiring young Indian bureaucrat - dabbling with both the independence movement and the wife of some creepy and sadistic English dude who has a skinny moustache and plays the ukulele.
The husband does not actually know much about his wife's idealistic and earnest side-dish until the two lovebirds try to go on the lam to Australia.
Here is a picture of cuckolded husband # 1. Any guy who wears an ascot all the time deserves to be cuckolded. right?
In the meantime, another more intriguing cuckold situation broke out involving the ambitious, aspiring English Viceroy wannabe, and his oddly foxy American wife.
The husband needs the political support of some Indian "royal" for his scheme to give the Indian people some sort of "democracy light". But the Majarajah, who controls some small corner of the country, doesn't like the idea of giving up any of his power, But he proposes a deal:
"Give me your wife for the night, and I can find my way to support your plan....." On the left is the English twit and his wife before the deal goes down.
The Majarajah, an older and supercilious fellow, has several wives. And one of them - an Australian - is there and apparently all in on the transaction proposed.
The aspiring Viceroy acts "shocked, shocked" about such an "outrageous" proposition, but finds his way to explaining it to his wife. The wife though .... seems intrigued. As the evening develops, she makes it clear to both the Majarahah and his wife that she is "available" as consideration for this political bargain, particularly after the old Indian royal throws in some flashy jewels he wraps around her neck like a collar over dinner.
Of course, this is "Masterpiece", so there is no actual footage of the Majarajah collecting his prize... just the sounds of the wife's moans of passion heard through the bedroom door by the cuckolded husband.
Allister Cook must be rolling over in his posh, mahogany grave somewhere.
