New "Career" Move?

Mistress and slave have almost completely dropped off the grid since arriving at our SW hideaway on Thursday night. We were able to enjoy the bounty of a big snow dump that preceded us, so Friday-Sunday was spent on the sunny  slopes when not napping, and enjoying our daily wake up sex.

Mistress even got the thrill of seeing her "Holy Grail", the Mountain Man who works on the local ski patrol when not climbing some of the world's highest peaks.  He was tending to an injured skier. Fortunately, she was not so distracted that she ran into a tree.

But yesterday we woke to a wickedly cold windstorm. The daily snow report from the local ski mountain warned that the opening of the lifts could be delayed until who knows when.

"Sounds like a good excuse to hunker down here, Mistress."

I heard no objection from her. So we spent the day lazing around the house, doing some oft delayed chores, and catching up on some work and reading. We ventured out at lunch time, braving the freezing winds to a local "cantina" where Mistress enjoyed some homemade tamales and slave ordered a (not just for) breakfast (anymore) burrito.

Yum.

But as we were waiting for our order, we couldn't help but listen in on a local hunk, with a wiry build, and a bearded face burnished by the sun, who described to a friend his "gig" for next week.

"Some Texas family has hired me to ski with their kids all next week....they're 10 and 12.... I get $150/day per kid. Plus they pay for food.... All I have to do is keep them out of trouble and out of their parents' hair."

This is a gig economy, with most folks stitching together a variety of part time jobs to keep the heat on in the winter. His pal was duly impressed. A cool $300 a day just to ski around.

This got Mistress and slave thinking....

"We've been talking about some sort of consulting business out here Mistress, to use our professional skills, but what if we just became ski guides to folks who could use some "company" on their trip here."

Mistress picked up my drift....

"Hmmmm..... we could show them around the mountain. But then maybe spend some time with them apres ski?"


"I could be a ski gigolo, Mistress. Showing some lonely ladies how to improve their turns?"

"I wonder how you advertise for some engagements as a ski escort, slave..... is that how you would describe it?"

Mistress would be very skilled at showing some clients how to warm up after a long day on the slopes.

Maybe there's a way to market these types of services on line. There are plenty of qualified ski instructors here. And while we may not be the first folks to turn to to enhance your ski abilities, we certainly know the mountain like the backs of our hands. And also all the cool night spots and watering holes.

But if we move in this direction, Mistress may need to upgrade her ski outfits, which now focus more on the functional rather than the alluring.

That shouldn't be a problem.

Post Cuckold Maintenance

Pardon my failure to update our readers about how our Saturday night "double date" ended.  It's been a busy week as we polished off some work projects and prepare to head back to our SW hideaway later this morning.

It seems as if Mistress and Jay did not waste any time once they went to bed after our night on the town. While they both "hit the sack" initially, Mistress confirmed that there was some middle of the night nookie....

"I think it was around 4 am, slave....we both woke, and well....."

Well, indeed.

And there must have been another round before on Sunday morning before Mistress sent Jay on his way at around 9 am.

"I hope he didn't mind me showing him the door, slave, but I have a busy day....."

Jay didn't seem to mind. He had time to chat with me about our evening. But as always, he steered clear of the elephant in the room. No comment at all about his "all access pass" to my wife. I suspect Jay thinks I have a screw loose by "allowing" my wife to sample other cocks. But he isn't looking a "gift horse" in the mouth.  Would you?

Fortunately, Mistress left some time in her busy schedule for slave to return to the semi-marital bed.

"I'm pretty tender now, slave.... so no sex for you.....but you may taste...."

Of course, I was more than happy to be of service. And as my tongue dipped into to those tender, clean shaven folds it was easy to detect the mingled flavors of her arousal and Jay's more athletic sexual stylings.

"Can you taste him. slave....."

"Yes, Mistress....."

Fortunately, Mistress is resilient. Any embargo was lifted by Monday morning. I remain a pampered house slave.

Cuckold Double Date Night

It may not have been a "cuckold double date" in the traditional sense. Wouldn't that require two wives out with their cuckolder / side-dishes? This "double date" involved Mistress, her lover, and her cuckolded husband, all out on the town in River City's trendiest neighborhood.

Mistress made sure she was "dressed to kill", or at least taunt her husband, and turn the head of her lover, and a few other folks we saw out and about, both men and ladies. As we waited for Jay to show up, Mistress distracted her slave with the hot black tights and short dress she had selected. It made her slave want to propose "calling in sick" to Jay and taking her upstairs to enjoy all to myself.

But that would be wrong. And not at all what Mistress had in mind for her evening.

Our first stop was a trendy bar, already filling up with urbanistas on the prowl. What I liked about it: none of the droning and distracting TVs like too many bars and restaurants these days.  That left all of us to peruse the clientele (and the cute, tattooed bartendress) rather than just another NCAA basketball game.

We were able to grab three stools at the bar near the door, giving us a good view of all the men and ladies eyeing one another (and Mistress).  Mistress was wedged between her two "dates".

Suddenly there was a familiar face honing in on Mistress --- a very fetching curly haired blonde of the lesbian persuasion, who had been coupled for years with another of Mistress's friends. She rushed to Mistress, wrapping her in an affectionate hug. Then she introduced another equally fetching blonde, with straighter hair and flashing some considerable cleavage. Her date?  Curly blonde  and Mistress exchanged a few whispered words and then the two blondes headed to a table along the wall.

While Mistress and blondie were chatting, I discretely mouthed to Jay that the two blondes were on a date together. At least so it seemed.  When Mistress turned back to her male companions, I asked for an update.

"So has she switched back, Mistress? "

We had heard that curly blonde had broken up with Mistress's other lady friend in favor of some guy from NYC.  

"It seems that way, Slave.....she said they'd both like to come visit us in (our SW hideaway town).  So they seem to be a couple. But I can add this.... she whispered that I'm still the hottest woman she knows....."

Of course, the notion of my smoking  hot wife in the arms of this also very hot blonde has been a perverse fantasy on mine for what seems like ages. And I acknowledged it to Jay.

"Molly doing  with you is all well and good Jay, but that lady.....she's the holy grail."

Jay did a nice "spit take" with his Imperial Stour that that point.

We soon adjourned to a trendy Asian joint, where we gobbled down some bowls of "street food" and sake.  Then it was back to our house by around 10 pm.  We spent another 30 minutes or so in the living room, Jay and Molly huddled close on the couch as Slave took a side chair. I even sneaked a photo for our expansive international audience of voyeurs.

Mistress excused herself first.

"I'm going to go wash my face and get ready for bed....." she announced, giving her lover's thigh a little knowing squeeze as she rose from her chair. She sauntered over to me then leaning in for a kiss.

"Goodnight slave.... see you in the morning."

I couldn't resist running my hand up that firm, tights enswathed thigh, my finger grazing over her soon to be busy folds. Did I detect a little shiver of arousal before she pulled away, a wicked grin on her face."

"Don't be long, Jay...." she said to her lover as she headed up the stairs.

Jay and I chatted for a bit longer about the absurdists developments in Washington over the last week.  But he wasn't staying long.

"Guess I'd better follow your wife's advice, Mick....."

Soon he was upstairs, safely locked away with Mistress in her "Executive Suite".  I followed not long after, in to one of our daughter's rooms.

Now it's morning, and I just brewed Jay some coffee at Mistress's request. She wearing a very short nightie. No undies. She gave me a long lingering kiss before heading back upstairs, a cup of joe for Jay in hand.

"I think he needs a little caffeine before round two, slave....."

I'm looking forward to Mistress's after action report.

Ask Molly and mick

Mistress and slave have a busy evening of cuckolding planned…. Her lover Jay is joining us for a 3 way “dinner date”. And then….. well I have a feeling slave will be relegated to our daughter’s room for one more cuckold sleepover before we head back to our SW hideaway next week. Look here on Sunday or Monday for more details on how the evening goes.

But today’s edition will re-visit what we do here occasionally – provide some alternative advice to advice seeking readers of that “fake news” mainstream media we’ve heard to much about lately.  Here’s the Mainstream advice on a subject close to the heart of all of you with a cuckolding kink…..

Q: Flirting in a relationship

You mentioned in today's column that some couples are OK with outside flirting and some are not. My question is, how do you decide how far it's OK to go? Do you just ask your spouse, "How much flirting am I allowed to do?" Or do you feel it out with trial and error, which risks someone's feelings getting hurt? Or what?

A: Carolyn Hax

I think it's a bigger understanding on a bigger scale. It's not ... okay, i can flirt to here, but not past here. It's: What is your view of sexuality, or commitment, of intimacy, of the notion of having a private self independent of all others. Some people are so uncomfortable with the idea of their partners as sexual beings independent of their relationship with them that they can't even stomach the idea of past partners. Like, obsessing and being haunted by unwelcome mental images. Some are at the other end of the spectrum and want to share their partners with other people. In between are varying degrees of comfort with emotional, sexual and general autonomy of the individuals within a couple. It's one of those areas where it takes time to get to know yourself, much less another person. 

—  FEB 24, 2017 12:17 EST

Here’s how Molly and mick would respond to the same question.

Dear Flirt Wannabe:

So you want to know how to best establish any limits on your right as a spouse to flirt with a guy (or for that matter a babe) throwing off sparks of attraction?  You don’t want to risk a trial and error approach. What happens if your husband suddenly gets all hinky when he stumbles upon  those smoking hot texts or  emails to that guy at work   describing how  you woke up all sweaty and needy after dreaming  you were sucking his giant, throbbing cock.

It’s so much  safer to agree in advance on your rights as a spouse to seek and find some supplemental attention – whether it’s flirtatious chit chat over morning coffee, or a good hard fucking in your mini-van while the kids are at soccer practice.

We suggest putting it down in writing. Maybe a kink infused contract?  Here’s what our contract says on the subject:

Mistress has the right to engage in other relationships with men or women, of whatever nature, without obtaining additional consent from the Slave. Such relationships may include “vanilla” relationships, her taking or training of additional slaves, or her submission to other men or women.

Of course, not every husband may respond positively to a wife’s request for a contractual right to enjoy the occasional benefits of  a alpha side-dish. But if you put a comprehensive agreement in front of your spouse, and gently explain that he can’t fairly expect you to spend the rest of your life limited to his underwhelming sexual efforts and undersized “equipment”, you may be surprised by his response.

It might be relief. For some sexually voracious women, and you may be one of them, “it takes a village”. Some husbands feel they can’t do a very good job of replicating the efforts of an entire village!

Who knows? The thought of his wife out there on the prowl, always on the look out for a guy who might get her motor running, or do a better (or more interesting) job of filling her orifices, might actually be a huge turn on for him.

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You won’t know if you don’t give it a flirtatious whirl.