The Eyes of the WC Are Upon You

Mistress and Slave have had their empty nest re-infested for the weekend. And no, it’s not because we have allowed any of those Texas spring-breakers to move in.  Our cute daughter and her very earnest fiancé are visiting from GA, leaving is with much less privacy and bathroom space than we had been enjoying here.  Fortunately, we were able to slide in some robust cock-riding on Thursday morning before taking the drive down to the airport to collect them.

So, absent some hot update on cuckolding we are fortunate to have this contribution from our now retired Western Correspondent reporting on his glory days as a Skigolo our here in the Rockies:

 Well I am very happy Mick an Molly are safely tucked away in their SW hideaway

 

True:  That Texans are pain in the ass skiers

Better to stay away  

But  at least ..

I never let one of them run over me

In fact I only got hit twice

The first time it was in Bend OR

I was watching a downhill race and got clobbered by a racer going very fast

Ruptured  my spleen  and left me out for several hours 

The second time was when I was a ski instructor at club med in copper mountain in colorado  

I always told my peeps to stop below the class

Of course you had to keep your eyes open to make sure they did

One day I looked away

Can you guess why?

You are right 

She was hot!!!

So this guy

A very nice guy by the way

Just plowed into me and blew me over

The funny part is both my skies stayed just were they were

And my very expensive sunglasses were right between them!

But I only learned this later

By this time I was 50 yards down the hill

Trying to figure out what the fuck just happened? 

So I climbed back up 

And found the rest of the story......

WC, that roving eye just can’t stop biting you in the ass, can it?

Cunilingus Cam ?

Mistress and slave were taken aback Monday by the hordes of Texans that had descended on our cozy ski mountain for their "spring break".  Taking a look at some of the kids and their parents that were crowding the trails and restaurants, it seemed to me that the last thing those kids needed was a "break" from whatever rudimentary education the Lone Star state might bother to provide as an excuse to field high school football teams.

But I guess my regional prejudices are showing.

In any event, that was simply a prelude for explaining that we decided to take our own "spring break" from skiing yesterday, enjoying an unseasonably warm summer like day on our "spread" here on the cusp of the Sangre de Christo mountains.

With some company showing up here later in the week, Mistress fully exploited her opportunity to collect some rays au naturale, leading to this appealing photo.

It's been a long winter and She's not yet achieved that overall bronze look. Just give her some time.

Since the weather was so accommodating, we avoided our late afternoon nap in our bed, leaving slave at a loss as to where I should perform my afternoon service of her clean shaven folds.

Which provided another photo op.  Up on the mountain, we sometimes poke fun at the folks who obsessed with making a visual record of their  alpine exploits. There are the folks with the video cameras hooked to their helmets. Are their pals really anxious to see a Facebook video of their latest downhill run from the skier's perspective.

Then their are the skiers with the selfie sticks extended in front of them as they take turns down the mountain. Watch our for that pole!

So as I knelt at the end of her chaise and slid betwixt her naked, spread thighs yesterday afternoon, Mistress asked for my camera.  The result was a closeup that is a little hard to make out. That's my hat in reverse (trying to avoid a burn on my balding skull), and you can see Mistress's spread thighs a bit.  Maybe a video next time?

Peg O' The West

Was it the full moon that brought out the wilder side of Mistress on Sunday?

We had some rather robust wake-up sex Sunday morning, featuring some rather rowdy riding of slave's rejuvenated cock.

"You seem back to normal now, slave....", she sighed finally coming to rest after a few well earned cums for her and one very satisfying one for her devoted slave. A month after my surgical repairs, slave does seem to have resumed my normal, if aging level of sexual proficiency.

After breakfast, we headed up the mountain to  sunny ski slopes and another day in our local paradise, fighting the crowd of Texans who have arrived for spring break. After getting our quota of runs, it was back to our cozy hideaway, with lunch and a pre-dinner nap on the agenda.

But when we woke up Mistress was no longer in a somnolent mood.

"I think it's time I fucked you in the ass, slave....."

"Hmmmmm....."

I was told to gather her supplies, and, "resigned to my fate", set about gathering up her harness, it's phallic accessory, and our container of baby oil gel.  Mistress mulled whether the deployment of her strap on should be preceded by a ritual cropping.

"I'm having trouble coming up with a good reason to punish you, slave...."

"Not even some trumped up charges, Mistress?

"No, you've been pretty well behaved lately...."

So Mistress spared the rod, and decided to cut to the chase.  Like a good slave, I promptly assumed the desired position.  That drew a chuckle from Mistress.....

"Why look at you....no foreplay?  Just roll over and present your ass, slave?....."

"I'm just anticipating your desires, Mistress.... isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

Apparently I had a point, because Mistress climbed onto the bed behind me, and was promptly on task, making sure that her "aim was true" then quickly picking up the pace as she plunged in and out of slave's welcoming orifice.  She built herself into quite a frenzy before collapsing onto be, spent and satisfied with a rather dramatic late afternoon sexual release.

Of course, slave was not yet "fulfilled", though I was certainly worked up in response to her stimulation.  I was told to insert my "device" (the aeros) and then as Mistress rolled onto her back, enjoyed the opportunity to plunge her work-a-day cock with reckless abandon into those succulent clean shaven folds.

It was a "two-a-day" worthy of the full moon in a big western sky.

Life On the Mesa

Mistress and slave have been enjoying our kids free time out here in the high desert. There has been plenty of skiing, beautiful sunsets, lots of wake up sex and evening worship, some afternoon sunning on our patio, and even a few opportunities for Mistress to receive the flirtatious attention of some locals.

Take Wednesday morning.  We were waiting in the ski valley parking lot for the "cattle car" to haul us ip the hill to the base area, when a short wiry fellow in a ski helmet walked by and said "good morning" to Mistress.

I heard the voice and spoke up.

"Is that Gary Johnson?"

He turned and confirmed that he indeed was the 3rd party Presidential candidate who had a brain cramp when asked about "Aleppo" back in the fall, a faux paux that probably helped put a certain orange hued pussy grabber in the White House. We chatted a bit with Gary - a low key guy who has climbed the Seven Summits and was an early advocate of legal pot.

"You have such white and shiny teeth", Gary told Mistress, clearly dazzled.

Then last night we went to a local "Hoedown" to benefit the Ski Patrol, those rugged guys who come to the rescue of stricken skiers or otherwise distressed damsels. While Mistress has never required "rescue" I suspect she wouldn't mind being strapped down to one of those sleds by some rugged ski patroller and hauled away to some mountain hut for a more detailed examination of her "injuries".

As we drove up to the high mesa brewery where the party was held, I asked Mistress if she wanted to enter on her own and have me watch from afar was she flirted with the assembled crowd of rugged mountain men.

"Oh slave.... that would be so slutty......"

So we entered together, and I offered to fetch us drinks ... as a good slave would do.  Mistress had on some flashy turquoise jewelry, a sexy black dress with tights, and boots. She was already turning heads as I left her to her own devices and headed to the bar.

  It took maybe 10 minutes for me to wade up to the bar and grab a beer for me and a glass of chardonnay for Mistress.  Glasses in hand, I turned back into the crowd to track down Mistress. Ultimately, I found her leaning against the sound board stand, being chatted up by --- you guessed it ---- a rugged looking bearded fellow in a ski patrol hat.  As I approached with her drink, the guy (sadly) took the message and backed away, joining some friends at a nearby table.  He was clearly disappointed, thinking Mistress was solo, and not tied down by some boring older gent.

As I stood next to Mistress, I raised an eyebrow.

"So what was that about Mistress...."

"Oh he was just making conversation slave.... said he'd never been to this event before....."

"I think he was bummed when I showed up....."

She just giggled.

"You may be right, slave....."

So dear readers, what's the proper cuckold protocol in that situation..... Should I not have interfered? Or would it have been rude to withhold Mistress's drink and leave her to her conversation with Mr. Ski Patrol?