Friday Night Date Night With Mistress's Lover

Mistress had a date with her lover Jay on Friday night.

It was slave's job to provide the two lovebirds with some cover on a night when they went out in public together. That made me a chaperone, or a "Beard" for their "date night". And for good reason: River City is actually a small town with two major league teams. It's rare when you don't see someone you know at a bar or restaurant on a Friday night. And, sure enough, after the three of us ordered our meals at a Japanese restaurant in the hipster section of downtown, we noticed two friends, a prominent politician and her boyfriend,  on the other side of the long counter where we were seated.

Mistress went down the bar to say hi, while Jay and I continued our discussion of the ongoing apocalypse in DC, as well as his alma mater's prospects in the Big 10 Championship game scheduled for Saturday night. Our friends (no doubt) did not take note that Mistress was accompanied by both her husband and her lover. Instead, it must have seemed that we were simply enjoying dinner with a male friend or colleague.

What they missed was later on that evening. When we got home we lingered over an additional drink.  Then Mistress preemptorily announced "I think it's time for bed, Jay......"

Soon they were headed upstairs together. Slave slept in one of our daughter's rooms.

In the morning I was up early, and therefore missed the wake-up sex action that apparently transpired out of my earshot.

I did get a text from Mistress:

"We're going to have sex now, slave.....then you and I can go for a bike ride after Jay leaves....."

Mistress never likes to miss her morning sex or her daily exercise.

As for slave, I was happy to brew Jay some coffee, served in that "bull" mug again. He was heading home as we hopped on our bikes. On our return, Mistress gave me a chance to worship her clean shaven folds, nice and sticky from her morning's activities.

And later in the day, slave even had a chance to partake in some post-nap sex.

"But you're going to have to do the work, slave.....my body is still a little sore from all that aggressive sex with Jay....."

I was happy to oblige.

Back to the Grind

Mistress and slave are back in River City, where this morning we woke to a thick, cold fog. It makes an ugly contrast to the glory of Ghost Ranch, where we spent last Saturday, hiking to the top of a mesa once painted by Georgia O'Keefe.

Of course, we have had the solace of our daily sexual rituals here. And Mistress slept last night in her black tights, which is always a delightful tease for her slave.

At least for the holiday season, we've given up the search for another lover for Mistress. The four guys Mistress "interviewed" were all washouts for one reason or another.

Two were simply not macho enough for her taste.  One we met for drinks seemed to have some potential, but his "back story" did not seem to hold up, making us wonder if he really was who he claimed to be.  Another just seemed to vanish after a first meeting.

But then there still is Jay.  He and Mistress have had a bit of a renaissance in recent weeks. And he'll be joining us here tonight.

"Jay's coming at around 6:30 tonight slave....."

It will be another one of those three-way dates.  We will share some beverages. Go to dinner, then the two lovebirds will be left to their own sexy devices.

I promise to provide a full update over the weekend for those of you with a prurient interest in all of this. For those of you who don't, maybe we need another weather report?

A Reclusive Thanksgiving

We hope all of our followers in the USA enjoyed a hearty and happy Thanksgiving.

For our part, this was a chance for us to dodge  the annoying aspects of the mandatory rituals that have encrusted Thanksgiving ---  the forced consumption, the endless loop of irrelevant football games, and, for us, preparing large meals for extended family members who always seem to avoid pitching in to the best of their ability.

With our daughters out of town, and my two older daughters committed to dining with their Mother, our River City  TG day feast would have been a B-list affair in any event. So we took the opportunity to motor 1350 miles west to seek shelter here in our SW hideaway.

We were committed to a hermits holiday, so when some folks here invited us to join them for their holiday meal with a group of friends from Florida, we politely demurred.  The home made pies our potential hostess described were certainly tempting (particularly to Mistress), but we had a nagging suspicion that the dinner time chat would quickly lurch into a heated debate about the merits of our Pussygrabber in Chief. Not good for the digestion, or compatible with our desire for a non-traditional holiday.

Rather than park on the couch, munching "starters", or hunkered down  in front of our laptops to do some early on line holiday shopping, we enjoyed some early morning wake up sex, then headed up to the "Top of New Mexico". With snow unusually sparse so far this season, the trail was open for what turned into a 7 hour "jaunt" up and down our adopted state's highest peak. We had learned a lesson on Kili: slow and steady up the trail. At the 13,400 foot top we had an enjoyable chat with a Seattle couple, new to town, who had also found an excuse to avoid a traditional holiday with family back in on the West Coast.

From the top, Mistress also texted our Kili Guide, aka Mountain Man, with a picture of us celebrating our holiday "conquest". He's down in Patagonia now, readying for that trek to the top of Antarctica. He responded within moments  with a humorous congratulatory text, reporting on some nice weather down under.  Mistress was pleased.

Back at home at around 5 pm, we committed the ultimate TG atrocity: dinner for two with our dumbed down "feast"  whipped up and in the oven in about 15 minutes. With a roast chicken and squash in the oven, it gave us time for a brief recuperative nap to rest stiff and achy legs and feet. 90 minutes later, slave quickly whipped up some low energy sides: Brussel sprouts, canned cranberries, and (the horror) STOVE TOP STUFFING!

After that long hike, and the glow of another gorgeous sunset still fading on the horizon, the meal was every bit as yummy as the full tilt feast we would have taken hours to prepare for surly and ungrateful guests back in River City. And the clean up was a comparative snap, without all those extra wine glasses and plates to jam into the dishwasher, as drunken guests jammed the kitchen but failed to lend a helping hand.

Of course, our mission wasn't accomplished until my particularly yummy desert: the chance to worship Mistress shortly after we retired to our bed.

This could be the start of a new family tradition!

Mountain Man Comes Calling

Mistress and slave have escaped to our SW hideaway for Thanksgiving week. It's been an unusually dry and warm fall here in the high desert. So there will not be any skiing on turkey day. But we do plan on a long hike to work up our appetites  for a mini-feast for two that I plan to prepare.

We've committed the unforgivable family sin: dodging all those TG day rituals involving family members you avoid seeing most of the year, but feel compelled to feed on the holiday. But with our two daughters unavailable, and my older girls  and four grandkids committed to dinner with their mother, it would have definitely been a B-list TG this year at our house. The annoyance to gratification ratio did not work out favorably, even after compensating with a hefty helping of guilt. So here we are....

There's been some gratifying sex with Mistress during our cross-country drive, and here in our little cabin. And last night we had a special guest.....Mistress's long time fantasy mountain man.

He's the guy who led us up Mt. Kilimanjaro in September. But , truth be told, all that exposure to him over two weeks in Tanzania burst the  bubble for Mistress. He's no longer the fantasy fuck, but just a tall, rugged, highly competent but socially awkward guy who spends most of his year doing things most of us can only imagine.

Example: this morning he's headed off to Antarctica to lead a group of four guys who paid $45,000/ head for his services. They are climbing the Vincent Masiff, the biggest mountain on that continent. Think crampons, snow suits and 25 below. It's a trip so dependent on weather that it has a start date but no scheduled return date. He lost me when he described how the twin engined plane they fly in to base camp lands going uphill on a glacier.  Watch out for that cravass!

MM lives here when not on some crazy adventure. Mistress had let MM know we were coming to town for TG. MM responded that we  should try to get together for a beverage before he headed south.  But I was skeptical. Was it one of those "sure, let's get together while you're in town" things?  Back in River City, it's the sort of thing you say without really expecting it to happen.

"My guess is it won't happen, Mistress."

Mistress was doubtful herself, and did not pester MM when we arrived in town. So we were both surprised when her I-phone pinged at about 3:30 yesterday afternoon during our nap time.

"How about I come by at around 5 pm", he said.  Mistress agreed, and soon we were out of bed.

Mistress began dressing and primping, ostensibly because we had  plans to go hear music and then get some pizza that evening. But I had to think that her outfit was going a little beyond Monday night music and pizza. Fortunately, I was able to worship before she wriggled into those black tights and a form fitting black dress, highlighted with some of her alluring SW jewelry.  I was impressed. Was she hoping MM would be equally impressed?

After she was fully regaled in her evening outfit, we settled onto our patio, facing the dramatic sun setting sky.  I snatched a photo of her firm tighted legs and boots for your amusement.


MM arrived at the appointed time, and lingered with us for about 90 minutes.  He sat on our leather couch, next to Mistress.  I was in a chair in front of our fireplace, refilling wine glasses. We reminisced about our trip up the mountain, and the quirky bunch of climbers that had joined us. There also was talk about his adventures on Everest over the years, and Mistress's reading on the subject of that infamous "Into Thin Air" climb.  We even dipped into the burgeoning sexual harassment scandals in media and politics. But I must confess there were no apparent (to me) sparks flying. MM's just not that guy who lusts after a married lady. He seems to save is lust for all those mountains.

In any event, now MM is off to the land way down under. It's totally on Slave  to make sure she is sexually fulfilled through this holiday for two. Hopefully I am up to the challenge.