Mistress and slave are driving west, heading to our SW hideaway. It's allowing us to listen to the Comey testimony, while reflecting a little on Mistress's recent adventures, particularly her new lover. Amidst the bloviating Senators self-agrandizing rambling questions and the former FBI Director's Duddly-Do-Righting, Mistress had a few questions of her own which might have been entertaining to the vast audience listening into the the Senate Intelligence Committee:
Mistress: "So was that really the biggest cock you've ever seen, slave?"
Slave: "Well, yes. But keep in mind, I don't have that much experience.... I see the occasional cock in a locker room, or in a men's room. But I don't think I've seen any erect. And certainly not that big, Mistress."
Mistress: "I suppose that makes sense."
Slave: "What about you. Is that the biggest you've had. Even bigger than (DW - a guy Mistress was involved with before me, with a lengendary large cock) ?
Mistress: "Hmmmm..... definitely thicker."
Slave: Do you think it's bigger than the WC's cock?
Mistress: "I guess, we'll never know, slave....he never really shared it with me."
Slave: "Yep. I suppose we'll never know."
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Cuckold Sleepover (Cont'd)
Sorry for that cuckolding cliffhanger! (Cuckhanger?)
So where were we?
When we left off, slave was in his cock cage. My caged plight had been disclosed with a teasing grin by Mistress to JJ, her new lover. She sat beside him on the couch, barely clothed in that black nightie, sans undies. His hands were roaming along her firm and muscular thighs, nipping at her clean shaven folds.
Mistress had brazenly accepted JJ's invitation to suck what was the biggest damn cock slave has ever seen as I sat there, agape. But she had turned down JJ's invitation to ride his cock on the couch as I looked on, preferring the more discrete confines of our bedroom.
Slave felt a little relieved. And, yes, a little disappointed not to be allowed to enjoy that "show".
They went upstairs. Slave washed up the plates that had born some fruit, cheese and crackers for our light pre-play dinner. Then my plan was to hunker down in the living room with my laptop, close enough to hear some of the action, but not so close as to distract or annoy.
But there was one problem..... I had moved my laptop to our daughter's room, across the hall from the "Executive Suite" where Mistress already had retired for the evening with her new lover. From the floor below, I could hear the sounds of some robust fucking emerging from the bedroom. I figured they were too busy to hear me creeping about outside their door. I softly crept up the stairs, planning to discretely grab my laptop and go back downstairs.
But there was one problem with my stealth strategy. On prior occasions when Mistress hosted a lover in our bed, she would discretely close the door. But whether she forgot because of her fixation on that huge cock, or whether JJ had affirmatively restrained her impulse for some privacy, the door to our room was wide open as I topped the stairs and tip-toed into our daughter's room.
Oops. There, lit by the ambient light from outside our window, was the larger mass of JJ, mounting Mistress, and thrusting with mucho gusto. His thrusts were producing those moans of passion coming from my wife. I was tempted to linger and observe, but my sense of propriety had me grabbing that lap top and hustling back downstairs. I didn't want to come off as some creepy peeping Mick.
Back downstairs, I was serenaded for the seconds night in three with the intermittent sounds of aggressive fucking and quiet indiscernible conversation. By around 10:30, slave was getting tired, so I headed back upstairs. The two lovebirds were in a chat cycle, so I said "good night", quickly closing the bedroom door behind me. But JJ generously yelled out, "keep the door open, Mick..... that way you can at least listen in."
Disregarding orders, I closed the door, so that the light I was reading by would not distract the two fuckbirds. But when I turned out the lights about 30 minutes later, I succumbed to the temptation to open the door, listening as their cycle of fucking and chat continued on until I nodded off, maybe at around mid nite. I do recall some slapping sounds that sounded like he was spanking Mistress. Later, sometime after midnight, Mistress came in to check on me, a delighted smile on her face, but no key in her hand to spring my cock free. It would be the first night in several years that I spent the entire night in my cage.
JJ must have had an early engagement, so slipped out a little after 6 am. At that point Mistress retrieved her slave, and sprung me loose. We cuddled for a bit, her nodding off. And slave was allowed to taste the remnants of her overnight visit. But no fucking for me for the 2nd day in a row:
"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until tomorrow, slave......way too tender right now."
She confirmed that there was some spanking involved, in addition to a variety of positions for more traditional couplings. "I was riding his cock and he was spanking me, slave. It hurt some, but it was also kind of hot....."
Soon I was deep into my day, picking up grandkids, and also doing some client work. But Mistress confirmed later in the afternoon that she had been texting with JJ, handing me her phone. The gist of it was his confirmation that he enjoyed the prospect of more opportunities for fucking his "cum slut and cuckolding Mick....." She reminded him when she'd be back in town ( about three weeks hence for a couple of days) and a request that he keep his calendar open.
Mistress was certainly tired after a late and very active night. By late afternoon we met up at our swim club and soon she was snoozing in the sun. Her tanned, lush body was too tempting, so I snapped the photo above and texted it to JJ.
"It's Mick. Enjoyed having you over last night. As you can see, you wore Mistress Molly out."
"Mmmmm. Love it. Did you enjoy hearing your wife take my cock so deeply?
"Yes. It was muy caliente."
Today Mistress and slave are heading west. And while the cuckolding action will be on hold for the next few weeks, at least slave will be getting more than his fair share of fucking, heated for both of us by the memory of Mistress's new lover and the prospects of further adventures to come.
So where were we?
When we left off, slave was in his cock cage. My caged plight had been disclosed with a teasing grin by Mistress to JJ, her new lover. She sat beside him on the couch, barely clothed in that black nightie, sans undies. His hands were roaming along her firm and muscular thighs, nipping at her clean shaven folds.
Mistress had brazenly accepted JJ's invitation to suck what was the biggest damn cock slave has ever seen as I sat there, agape. But she had turned down JJ's invitation to ride his cock on the couch as I looked on, preferring the more discrete confines of our bedroom.
Slave felt a little relieved. And, yes, a little disappointed not to be allowed to enjoy that "show".
They went upstairs. Slave washed up the plates that had born some fruit, cheese and crackers for our light pre-play dinner. Then my plan was to hunker down in the living room with my laptop, close enough to hear some of the action, but not so close as to distract or annoy.
But there was one problem..... I had moved my laptop to our daughter's room, across the hall from the "Executive Suite" where Mistress already had retired for the evening with her new lover. From the floor below, I could hear the sounds of some robust fucking emerging from the bedroom. I figured they were too busy to hear me creeping about outside their door. I softly crept up the stairs, planning to discretely grab my laptop and go back downstairs.
But there was one problem with my stealth strategy. On prior occasions when Mistress hosted a lover in our bed, she would discretely close the door. But whether she forgot because of her fixation on that huge cock, or whether JJ had affirmatively restrained her impulse for some privacy, the door to our room was wide open as I topped the stairs and tip-toed into our daughter's room.
Oops. There, lit by the ambient light from outside our window, was the larger mass of JJ, mounting Mistress, and thrusting with mucho gusto. His thrusts were producing those moans of passion coming from my wife. I was tempted to linger and observe, but my sense of propriety had me grabbing that lap top and hustling back downstairs. I didn't want to come off as some creepy peeping Mick.
Back downstairs, I was serenaded for the seconds night in three with the intermittent sounds of aggressive fucking and quiet indiscernible conversation. By around 10:30, slave was getting tired, so I headed back upstairs. The two lovebirds were in a chat cycle, so I said "good night", quickly closing the bedroom door behind me. But JJ generously yelled out, "keep the door open, Mick..... that way you can at least listen in."
Disregarding orders, I closed the door, so that the light I was reading by would not distract the two fuckbirds. But when I turned out the lights about 30 minutes later, I succumbed to the temptation to open the door, listening as their cycle of fucking and chat continued on until I nodded off, maybe at around mid nite. I do recall some slapping sounds that sounded like he was spanking Mistress. Later, sometime after midnight, Mistress came in to check on me, a delighted smile on her face, but no key in her hand to spring my cock free. It would be the first night in several years that I spent the entire night in my cage.
JJ must have had an early engagement, so slipped out a little after 6 am. At that point Mistress retrieved her slave, and sprung me loose. We cuddled for a bit, her nodding off. And slave was allowed to taste the remnants of her overnight visit. But no fucking for me for the 2nd day in a row:
"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until tomorrow, slave......way too tender right now."
She confirmed that there was some spanking involved, in addition to a variety of positions for more traditional couplings. "I was riding his cock and he was spanking me, slave. It hurt some, but it was also kind of hot....."
Soon I was deep into my day, picking up grandkids, and also doing some client work. But Mistress confirmed later in the afternoon that she had been texting with JJ, handing me her phone. The gist of it was his confirmation that he enjoyed the prospect of more opportunities for fucking his "cum slut and cuckolding Mick....." She reminded him when she'd be back in town ( about three weeks hence for a couple of days) and a request that he keep his calendar open.
Mistress was certainly tired after a late and very active night. By late afternoon we met up at our swim club and soon she was snoozing in the sun. Her tanned, lush body was too tempting, so I snapped the photo above and texted it to JJ.
"It's Mick. Enjoyed having you over last night. As you can see, you wore Mistress Molly out."
"Mmmmm. Love it. Did you enjoy hearing your wife take my cock so deeply?
"Yes. It was muy caliente."
Today Mistress and slave are heading west. And while the cuckolding action will be on hold for the next few weeks, at least slave will be getting more than his fair share of fucking, heated for both of us by the memory of Mistress's new lover and the prospects of further adventures to come.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Mistress's New Lover Sleeps Over
With our plans to leave town on Wednesday, Mistress had to decide whether to further risk her still tender folds or forego the company of her new lover for several summer weeks.
Let's just say that Mistress is not the "better safe than sorry" type. She let me know Monday morning by text that JJ would be sleeping over.
On Saturday night Mistress had sent him home with a little reluctance on his part (and maybe hers). But we had not agreed in advance on a sleepover. That problem had been resolved for this third encounter with JJ.
"He seemed happy to know he was welcome to stay, slave....."
We also agreed that slave would be back in his cage, and Mistress made sure it was on before I headed to a later afternoon meeting.
"Better now than you coming home and he's already here, slave....."
As it turned out, I arrived home before JJ arrived, Mistress was "dressed down" in her typical evening attire - revealing black sexy nightie, that descended no lower than her upper thighs, and no panties.
Daring? I suppose you could say that. But it was Mistress's typical attire for an evening home with her slave. I suppose it showed just how comfortable she's already become with her new lover.
JJ arrived at around 8:30, dressed again in shorts and a casual shirt. Mistress was lounging on the couch when the bell rang, and sent me to the door to greet him. JJ promptly sat down on the couch next to Mistress, and leaned in for a deep kiss before taking in the site of Mistress's revealing outfit.
"Oh my......", he reacted.
His hands slid over Mistress's tanned and fit thighs, rising to those clean shaven folds.
"And no panties...... all ready for me, are you?"
Mistress blushed a bit, appreciating his roving fingers.
We settled in for some chat. One thing we agreed on was the need for discretion and a "back story" to explain to mutual friends how we had met, in case we are spotted together in public.
"We met through mutual clients or work" was the agreed "legend".
Mistress also pointed out that slave was caged again.
"Excellent", JJ responded. That lead to some conversation about the materials and fit of my cage. Where we ordered it, etc.
"In case your interested, maybe Mistress can find one for you", slave helpfully suggested.
"Oh, no. That's definitely not my role here, Mick....."
No, I suppose it's not.
All this talk, and JJ's roving hands, which had been running across Mistress's thighs, may have gotten her wound up a bit. She was eager to move onto the next item on the evening's agenda.
"So what's the plan for tonight", she queried. She added that we had decided that this would be another evening where slave did NOT participate in the fun. JJ was agreeable, but also seemed interested in demonstration who was in charge.
He leaned in again for another kiss, letting his roving hands expose Mistress left breast to me and to him, a little nipple tweaking followed, and a conversation about his appreciation for "natural" breasts as opposed to the manufactured variety. During this conversation, Mistress's hands could not seem to prevent themselves from sliding over to JJ's lap, and his cock was clearly putting some pressure on the confines of those cargo shorts.
Was this a cue for slave to get lost, or them to ascend the stairs to the UCTMW Executive Suite? Not quite yet.
"Maybe it's time for you to show Mick how well you suck my cock?"
JJ was reaching for his fly. Mistress was looking at me with that "is this going too far for you slave."
I was a little transfixed by the sight of JJ's cock, emerging at half mast from his shorts.
"Fine by me", I muttered, a tad aghast. That was one fucking big cock. And while I am hardly a connoisseur, it was surely the biggest cock I had ever seen. No wonder Mistress was tender. But clearly not so tender as to be eager for more.
By now Mistress's head was descending to JJ's lap. Her hair falling over her face as she greedily took it into her mouth. JJ seemed quite pleased with her efforts. I couldn't see his right hand, but apparently it was busy.
"Your wife is so wet, Mick....."
"I'm not surprised......"
Mistress came up for air, squirming on JJ's hand. Would she come? Would he? This was spooling out a little faster than planned. And slave was watching. A first for me.
But when he asked if she'd like to ride his cock - right there on the couch, right now in front of me - Mistress looked at me a little confused about whether things had gone a little beyond our "game plan" for the evening. So seemed tempted. But then she demurred.
"Maybe we should go upstairs now."
And so they did.
(Further update tomorrow).
"
Let's just say that Mistress is not the "better safe than sorry" type. She let me know Monday morning by text that JJ would be sleeping over.
On Saturday night Mistress had sent him home with a little reluctance on his part (and maybe hers). But we had not agreed in advance on a sleepover. That problem had been resolved for this third encounter with JJ.
"He seemed happy to know he was welcome to stay, slave....."
We also agreed that slave would be back in his cage, and Mistress made sure it was on before I headed to a later afternoon meeting.
"Better now than you coming home and he's already here, slave....."
As it turned out, I arrived home before JJ arrived, Mistress was "dressed down" in her typical evening attire - revealing black sexy nightie, that descended no lower than her upper thighs, and no panties.
Daring? I suppose you could say that. But it was Mistress's typical attire for an evening home with her slave. I suppose it showed just how comfortable she's already become with her new lover.
JJ arrived at around 8:30, dressed again in shorts and a casual shirt. Mistress was lounging on the couch when the bell rang, and sent me to the door to greet him. JJ promptly sat down on the couch next to Mistress, and leaned in for a deep kiss before taking in the site of Mistress's revealing outfit.
"Oh my......", he reacted.
His hands slid over Mistress's tanned and fit thighs, rising to those clean shaven folds.
"And no panties...... all ready for me, are you?"
Mistress blushed a bit, appreciating his roving fingers.
We settled in for some chat. One thing we agreed on was the need for discretion and a "back story" to explain to mutual friends how we had met, in case we are spotted together in public.
"We met through mutual clients or work" was the agreed "legend".
Mistress also pointed out that slave was caged again.
"Excellent", JJ responded. That lead to some conversation about the materials and fit of my cage. Where we ordered it, etc.
"In case your interested, maybe Mistress can find one for you", slave helpfully suggested.
"Oh, no. That's definitely not my role here, Mick....."
No, I suppose it's not.
All this talk, and JJ's roving hands, which had been running across Mistress's thighs, may have gotten her wound up a bit. She was eager to move onto the next item on the evening's agenda.
"So what's the plan for tonight", she queried. She added that we had decided that this would be another evening where slave did NOT participate in the fun. JJ was agreeable, but also seemed interested in demonstration who was in charge.
He leaned in again for another kiss, letting his roving hands expose Mistress left breast to me and to him, a little nipple tweaking followed, and a conversation about his appreciation for "natural" breasts as opposed to the manufactured variety. During this conversation, Mistress's hands could not seem to prevent themselves from sliding over to JJ's lap, and his cock was clearly putting some pressure on the confines of those cargo shorts.
Was this a cue for slave to get lost, or them to ascend the stairs to the UCTMW Executive Suite? Not quite yet.
"Maybe it's time for you to show Mick how well you suck my cock?"
JJ was reaching for his fly. Mistress was looking at me with that "is this going too far for you slave."
I was a little transfixed by the sight of JJ's cock, emerging at half mast from his shorts.
"Fine by me", I muttered, a tad aghast. That was one fucking big cock. And while I am hardly a connoisseur, it was surely the biggest cock I had ever seen. No wonder Mistress was tender. But clearly not so tender as to be eager for more.
By now Mistress's head was descending to JJ's lap. Her hair falling over her face as she greedily took it into her mouth. JJ seemed quite pleased with her efforts. I couldn't see his right hand, but apparently it was busy.
"Your wife is so wet, Mick....."
"I'm not surprised......"
Mistress came up for air, squirming on JJ's hand. Would she come? Would he? This was spooling out a little faster than planned. And slave was watching. A first for me.
But when he asked if she'd like to ride his cock - right there on the couch, right now in front of me - Mistress looked at me a little confused about whether things had gone a little beyond our "game plan" for the evening. So seemed tempted. But then she demurred.
"Maybe we should go upstairs now."
And so they did.
(Further update tomorrow).
"
Monday, June 5, 2017
Tender Mistress Signs Up for More Cuckolding
By the time Mistress woke on Sunday morning, she was very conscious of her marathon session with her new lover, JJ.
"I'm sore, Slave.....very sore."
Apparently JJ was not just blowing smoke when he mentioned that his "equipment" was super-sized.
"He's big, slave....very big."
It sounds like it's more a matter of girth than length. She made a circle with her hand that suggested that JJ wields a trunk, compared to her slave's work-a-day sapling.
That larger than normal mass, along with 3 hours of intermittent fucking, had been more than Mistress's tender clean shaven folds could handle.
"He says I will adjust to him, slave....."
Let's hope.
Of course, there was a more detailed debrief, though I think Mistress was in a bit of a fog after all that sex.
Apparently there was multiple and varied positions, including cock riding, from the rear, from the sides, and him on top with her legs pushed to his shoulders. JJ must be quite a sexual acrobat.
He also brought Mistress to orgasm with his tongue.
"He says he loves the way I taste, slave."
And Mistress courteously returned the favor.
"He seemed to like it" when she sucked that big cock.
No doubt.
So after this initial encounter, what comes next?
"He's the real deal on the whole cuckold thing, slave....."
"How do you mean?"
Mistress was a little hesitant on this part.
"Well it's clear he wants you to do some . . . fluffing.....I told him you are very straight, but that didn't seem to discourage him. It's what he seems to expect. "
She seemed dubious about my response, and we had a frank conversation. It's not something I've done, or been asked to do in the past with any of Mistress's lovers.
Would slave be willing to do that?
"I would if it was a turn on for you Mistress... that would fuel the whole submission, humiliation thing for me.....So it's your call."
Mistress seemed a little uncertain about her own feelings on the subject. So the jury is still out on that for now.
Mistress allowed her slave to "reclaim" her yesterday morning. And even though I proceeded very, very gently in light of Mistress's obvious tenderness, it was probably a mistake.
"It hurt, slave......" she admitted later. I apologized and reminded her that she always had the authority to turn me away. In fact, that might be a turn on in it's own right.
As for Mistress and JJ. Mistress has said he wanted to see her again before we leave town on Wednesday for a few weeks. And by Sunday evening they had confirmed that he will be joining is here tonight. Hopefully Mistress's tender parts will have bounced back. But in light of an early morning meeting on her schedule, she won't have the distraction of my own relatively diminutive cock to complicate her recovery.
BTW, I sent an email to JJ yesterday telling him we enjoyed his company and giving him my own number in the event he needed to get in touch. His response:
"Totally enjoyed your wife. Looking forward to devouring her again tonight!"
It seems that despite her discomfort, Mistress is looking forward to being devoured.
"I'm sore, Slave.....very sore."
Apparently JJ was not just blowing smoke when he mentioned that his "equipment" was super-sized.
"He's big, slave....very big."
It sounds like it's more a matter of girth than length. She made a circle with her hand that suggested that JJ wields a trunk, compared to her slave's work-a-day sapling.
That larger than normal mass, along with 3 hours of intermittent fucking, had been more than Mistress's tender clean shaven folds could handle.
"He says I will adjust to him, slave....."
Let's hope.
Of course, there was a more detailed debrief, though I think Mistress was in a bit of a fog after all that sex.
Apparently there was multiple and varied positions, including cock riding, from the rear, from the sides, and him on top with her legs pushed to his shoulders. JJ must be quite a sexual acrobat.
He also brought Mistress to orgasm with his tongue.
"He says he loves the way I taste, slave."
And Mistress courteously returned the favor.
"He seemed to like it" when she sucked that big cock.
No doubt.
So after this initial encounter, what comes next?
"He's the real deal on the whole cuckold thing, slave....."
"How do you mean?"
Mistress was a little hesitant on this part.
"Well it's clear he wants you to do some . . . fluffing.....I told him you are very straight, but that didn't seem to discourage him. It's what he seems to expect. "
She seemed dubious about my response, and we had a frank conversation. It's not something I've done, or been asked to do in the past with any of Mistress's lovers.
Would slave be willing to do that?
"I would if it was a turn on for you Mistress... that would fuel the whole submission, humiliation thing for me.....So it's your call."
Mistress seemed a little uncertain about her own feelings on the subject. So the jury is still out on that for now.
Mistress allowed her slave to "reclaim" her yesterday morning. And even though I proceeded very, very gently in light of Mistress's obvious tenderness, it was probably a mistake.
"It hurt, slave......" she admitted later. I apologized and reminded her that she always had the authority to turn me away. In fact, that might be a turn on in it's own right.
As for Mistress and JJ. Mistress has said he wanted to see her again before we leave town on Wednesday for a few weeks. And by Sunday evening they had confirmed that he will be joining is here tonight. Hopefully Mistress's tender parts will have bounced back. But in light of an early morning meeting on her schedule, she won't have the distraction of my own relatively diminutive cock to complicate her recovery.
BTW, I sent an email to JJ yesterday telling him we enjoyed his company and giving him my own number in the event he needed to get in touch. His response:
"Totally enjoyed your wife. Looking forward to devouring her again tonight!"
It seems that despite her discomfort, Mistress is looking forward to being devoured.
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