Empty Nest Easter

Mistress showed her benevolence toward her devoted slave on "Holy Saturday",  following my Good Friday abstinence day and her own frolic with her lover Jay.

There was our traditional morning wake-up sex, then a bonus round on Saturday afternoon after a much needed nap. It was our mutual reward for a day devoted to family duties - me with my cute grandkids and Mistress lunching with her mother, the Dowager Domme.

Then on to Easter.  For so many years that was one of those religious / secular holidays on the calendar that required wallowing in family related activities. There were baskets of candy, Easter egg hunts in the yard, then overstuffed family dinners that reprised Thanksgiving or Christmas duty with lots of cooking, clean-up and guests who seemed unwilling to pitch in.

Yesterday represented a break from our routine: no kids or grandkids underfoot. No baskets. No big dinner to cook or attend.

Just the two of us. Of course there was sex in the morning, a bike ride, dinner on our patio with the Times. Some afternoon worship and a nap. And dinner for two. Slave whipped up a roast chicken for the occasion, foregoing traditional Easter dishes like ham or leg-o-lamb.

But, truth be told, we did not forego all things Easter.

Mistress munched on some seductive chocolate eggs that the Dowager Domme had delivered on Saturday.  And she also wore her Easter undies.....

GOOD FRIDAY CUCKOLDRY

Confirming my lapsed Catholic status. slave relished Mistress's Holy Thursday / Good Friday spanning frolic with her lover Jay. (Their planned Wednesday night tryst was rescheduled for Thursday evening).

We didn't attempt to recreate a three way "Last Supper" on Thursday evening.  Slave had made a commitment to baby sit my cute grandkids at dinner time. That left Mistress and Jay to their own romantic devices for dinner.

"I think we'll just walk up the street for some Indian food, slave...."

I was with the kids when Jay would be arriving at our house. My mind naturally drifted to what might be going on back at my house with the slave away.  Would Jay get a little "appetizer" before his lamb vindaloo? I could only speculate.

When I arrived home at around 7:30 pm, Mistress and Jay were still out for dinner. There was evidence that they had enjoyed a glass of wine (for Mistress) and a beer (for Jay) before their dinner. But the bed was still made. I settled in for a little review of the daily news on line, while awaiting their return. Soon enough they wandered in, seeming to have enjoyed their dinner date.

I hadn't seen Jay since February, so the three of us sat for a while in our living room, catching up on the developments in DC and our respective lives. But all of that was a bit of a distraction, wasn't it?

By 8:30 pm, Mistress was ready to move on to the main event.

"Well Jay, is it too early to go to bed?"

"Jay eyed me a tad uncomfortably, as if I might have standing to object.  But of course, I did not.

"Sleep tight, kids", was all I had to say.

So the two lovers climbed the stairs, leaving me to watch that amazing PBS series on WW I. Down stairs, I was out of range of any sounds of lust emanating from our bedroom.  But one could certainly imagine.

I went to bed myself in the adjoining bedroom about 90 minutes later. By then there were only sounds of silence coming from our CEO's executive suite. Sweet.

In the morning, slave was up before the two exhausted lovebirds. At some point, Mistress came down in one of those skimpy nighties to request a cup of coffee for her lover. Naturally, I complied with her request, whipping up a latte for Jay. We shared a kiss.

And about 40 minutes later, the both of them appeared, Jay heading back to his world. Slave was invited back up to Mistress's bed, where I was allowed to soothe those well used, clean shaven folds with my avid tongue.

But that was it.

"Sorry slave.....but you're just going to have to wait until tomorrow."

I guess I can handle a single abstinence day, particularly on Good Friday.

Cuckold Sleep Over Advisory

Mistress and slave are back in River City, hunkered down for a little too much work these last few days. While spring time here is one of the better times of the year, it's sad not to enjoy this week's full moon over the high desert landscape of our SW hideaway. Instead of those dark skies, ours is more of an urban landscape here.

But there are some redeeming benefits, particularly for Mistress. Example:

"Slave, I've invited Jay over for dinner on Wednesday night...."

"It will be good to see him, Mistress..... will he be spending the night?"

"His son is out of town this week, so, yes, I think he probably will."

I guess I have some meal planning to do. A stop at the grocery store this afternoon. And making sure our daughter's bed is ready to accommodate this old slave while Mistress enjoys the attention of her lover.

They have some catching up to do.

Giving "Cucks" A Bad Name

Mistress is behind the wheel and slave is on the keyboard updating our devoted readers as we barrel across Missouri, on our sad odyssey back to River City.  We dumped our youngest off at the airport yesterday morning, and headed West, across the top of Texas and then through Oklahoma, stopping only long enough to enjoy some comfort food at a cafe called "The Windy Cow", which either was a comment on methane production or an allusion to those big windmills in the region.

Mistress found the peanut butter ice crispie treats heavenly!

We ended up spending the night in Joplin, MO, famous for it's tornadoes and franchise restaurants. And after some robust wake up sex this morning, we got our second wind and headed back to the highway for the final leg of our journey.

But today's blog is not about our journey through the flyover states, but about the scandal I read about yesterday that gives all us cuckolds a bad name.


Turns out that white nationalist poster boy Steve Bannon is in a turf war with the President's son-in-law over supremacy at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. According to media reports( Bannon vs. Kushner War) Scruffy old Bannon has referred to Gerad Kushner as a "cuck".

Well he certainly is a pretty boy. And one can imagine him sliding into some of Ivanka's made in China undies or frocks behind closed doors.  But still....

It's a little hard to believe that the President's daughter, with all that public scrutiny, could really get away with cuckolding her hubby without someone blowing the whistle.  Now that would be embarrassing!

But then.... what about all those creepy comments the POTUS has made about his daughter's appearance, and his speculation about wanting to "date" her if only he wasn't her Dad.

If something's going on in the WH living quarters while Melania is holed up in Manhattan, who's to know?  You have to do something when the O'Reilly show is over, right?

I suppose we will only find out if Bannon is blowing smoke in a few years when some retired Secret Service agent writes his memoirs.