Homework Assignment?

Mistress and slave are "in training". In a few weeks we head to Africa for a trek to it's roof. So we've been putting in some more time on our feet and on our bikes this summer to get our bodies ready for what could be the biggest physical challenge of our lives.  On Monday, we were up early and out onto the mountains for what turned into about a 10 mile hike up to about 12,000 ft.  At the end of the day, our legs and feet were tender, but not as sore as they might have been last summer. So I guess that's progress.  It certainly didn't put a cramp in our daily sexual rituals, including wake-up sex and late afternoon worship.

In the meantime, our WC continues to discuss the possibility of a visit here, his wife in tow, by the end of the month.  The talk of them "topping" us both does sound intriguing. But Mistress remains open but skeptical.

"We've heard this before, slave......"

True.

The WC has had an open invitation going back to the days when he and Mistress had a rather intimate relationship, if limited to phone sex.  But he never took her up on those offers. Have things really changed?  We will see.

To stoke the fire (or the fantasy), the WC even sent us a "homework assignment", via text message to me on Monday:

"I have an assignment for you.  See if you can figure a way to tie Molly up with her legs spread wide open and up in the air. Think gynecologist examination position.  you might need more supplies. If successful text a picture. Naked of course."

Mistress raised her eyebrows at the assignment.  Whether it was curiosity or more skepticism I couldn't tell. But she clearly wasn't volunteering.  But we do have that oft unused "switch day" privilege in our contract, don't we.

I will consider the logistics and see what I can come up with on Sunday, WC.  I do like a challenge.

On The 7th Day, Mistress Rested....

Mistress and slave had a long travel day Saturday, complicated by the typical airline snafus that sent us to Detroit, then SLC before settling us down here our SW hideaway. Mistress crashed as soon as we arrived, still a little worn from her Thursday night cock-palooza with JJ her Alpha lover .

Sunday was set aside for just about nothing. Of course there was some wake up sex, with Mistress enjoying a reunion with the Hitachi parked in our dresser drawer here, along with her slave's less demanding cock.  After a bike ride, it was breakfast and them leisure on the patio.

"I think I'm still tender down there, slave and still catching up on lost sleep."

Soon she had parked her kindle and was rolling over for some supplemental Z's.  It was multi-tasking, as she was also working on those re-emerged tan lines.  Here lush curves were too tempting for me. I snapped this photo, and then texted it to her dominant lover:



slave: Still recovering,

JJ: Mmmm.  tasty!  Any local cock to keep stretching my slut?

slave: Not yet. She may have to settle for me for the time being.

Of course, I haven't let the cat out of the bag to JJ re: the suggestion that our Western Correspondent and his wife might "stop by" for some double domme-ing. But that might serve JJ's interest of keeping Mistress in better and more expansive shape for their next get together. He'll be the first to know of the WC's speculation about a trip south comes true.

The rest of the day went just as restfully for poor, tuckered out Mistress.  More sunning. Then a late afternoon nap as the "monsoon" clouds gathered for a sunset storm.  As a chicken roasted in the over we assembled on our front patio, watching the lightning flash from the distant mountains to the west, across the Rio Grande gorge.  It was then that Mistress gave her slave a slight, but well deserved  rebuke.

"You didn't offer to worship, slave....."

"Oops. I guess I got too busy after our nap, Mistress." (Someone had to put that chicken in the oven!)

But I was prepare to remedy my negligence.

"How about right here, Mistress."

She was already stretched out on the love seat on our front porch, in a colorful blue sun dress that barely covered her clean shaven folds. No undies, of course. What's the point of undies on a lazy Sunday?

"Here, slave?"

True, there was an occasional car driving by.  But with a fence and our distance from the highway, what were the odds that anyone would notice a little pre-sunset oral pleasuring?

Mistress hiked up her robe a tad, spread her legs, and slave got to work.  It wasn't long before Mistress's hips bucked and she uttered a little moan of delight in response to my practiced ministrations.

"Good job, slave."

It's always nice to get a pat on the back for a job well done.

Cuckolding Outtakes....and an Unexpected Offer.

As mentioned yesterday, our encounter on Wednesday night with JJ was a bit of a blur, and a few things came back to us when we compared notes (and gingerly had sex) on Thursday morning.

First, one of our readers asked if there was any spanking involved.  In fact, JJ applied some rather brisk spanks to Mistress's naked ass as she rode his cock, both in the forward and reverse position.

That also reminds me of one mission slave was unable to fulfill.  As JJ directed Mistress into the "reverse cowgirl" position, he told me to get my head in there and lick her clit as she bucked that big cock "bronco". Easier said than done, dear readers. My head is too big, and I would have to rotate my neck like that young lady in the Exorcist to make that work.  Mistress had to settle for my probing finger strumming her little love button, which seemed more than adequate to drive her crazy as she bounced on that thick and long phallus.

Speaking of phallus's, during a break JJ expressed concern that all the progress he's made in stretching his "cum slut's" cunt will be lost during our upcoming travels.

"You may need to get a large dildo that will at least replicate my dimensions to keep her in shape while you are gone."

He also asked about what toys we have available.  I gave him a brief report:

"An Hitachi. Some cuffs, ropes and other bondage items. And of course Mistress's harness....."

He pondered that, presumably for future endeavors.  I would love him to invite me to tie Mistress to our bed for him sometime.  Should I make that offer?  Or wait for him to suggest it?

As for our travels, he made an interesting suggestion about our upcoming return to our SW hideaway.

"Maybe you should get someone to be play my role  our there too?"

Well it's not that we haven't tried.  But Mistress explained that "it's a small town.  Not easy to find someone discretely to play the cuckolder."

But here's  a big surprise. And a coincidence.  Mistress got some on point texts out of the blue yesterday from our Western Correspondent.  He's been following our recent adventures with some interest (and lube, no doubt). He claims he wants to play the exact roll that JJ suggested to us.

"He offered to visit us with Beth, his wife, slave. He claims they've been getting kinkier lately...... He says they might like to top us both....."

I was a  little stunned. After all those years of teasing Mistress with stories and photos of his special occasion cock, would the WC finally play show and tell with Mistress? (Or was the "topping" he suggested simply butterscotch or marshmallow sauce with a cherry on top?)

And what role would Beth play in all this? We had heard stories about her playing a rather strict Domme over the years, but was that reality or fantasy?  Who knew.  But I am certainly prepared to find out.  I gave Mistress a green light (not that she needed my permission).

"Tell him we are game, Mistress."

She tapped away on her screen, and got a prompt response.

"He says make sure to pack your cock cage....."

Hmmm.  Now this could get interesting.

"She's My Cum Slut Now....."

If JJ's objective is to make Mistress crave that big cock of his, he seems to be making significant progress.

Last night he arrived at around 8:30 pm, after a long work day. There was some small talk in the living room, a glass of water for him, and some wine for Mistress and her slave. Her "fashion" choice was de minimis: a short nightie that barely covered her firm and shapely bottom, sans undies.

"What's the point of getting dressed up for him, slave? We all know I'll be naked soon enough.

Before we finished our beverages, Mistress's ample breasts were floating free, and JJ was sucking on perky nipples.

There was a brief discussion of Mistress's clean shaven folds ( a big plus for JJ who is also clean shaven), and confirmation that slave was caged.

"So how often is he in the cage?", he asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, not as often as he probably should be....."

"She is a  very lax, Mistress", I confirmed.

"But he's always in the cage when you're here."

"As he should be.... there's no need for his cock when you've got mine, is there?"

That's a question that needed no answer.

Small talk over, we adjourned to the bedroom. Slave was invited in. What transpired there is a bit of a blur. Slave was a "role player", making sure that Mistress was fully prepared for him, and then taking over with my highly skilled tongue during rest breaks for JJ. At some point, while I was plying her clean shaven folds with my mouth, Mistress was sucking his engorged cock. They both seemed happy with that formula.

I held her hands over her head again as JJ fucked her hard and long, driving Mistress over the brink more than a few times.

While I was not called on to use my mouth on JJ's appendage, I was coaxed to stroke it with my hand during one of our rest periods.

At some point, there was my first chance to watch Mistress ride his cock, front facing first, then the "reverse cowgirl" where I was called onto stroke her clit as she rode him with mucho gusto.  Even more cums ensued.

All through this encounter, JJ provided his own narration.

"She's my cum slut now....."

"I'm stretching out her cunt now, hubby....."

"Once I'm done with her tonight, she's not going to be able to have sex with you for a while, hubby...."

"Do you like your husband watch a real man fuck you?

"Yes, yes, I do", Mistress somehow murmured as he pounded into her.

By around 11 pm Mistress was exhausted, and slave excused himself to our daughter's room so the two lovers could have some privacy.  JJ left early this morning, and I was recalled to Mistress's bed. My cage was still in place, and she granted me the right to spring loose.

Whether JJ was right about her inability to fuck her slave after all that "abuse" has yet to be decided.