Cuckolding in the Age of Covid-19?

Our here in the high desert we have plenty of opportunities for social distancing.  Long bike rides with only a few cars driving by, and precious few pedestrians.  A hike yesterday along the rim of a stunningly deep gorge, where we encountered only a hand full of fellow hikers, nodding hello from more than 6 feet away, ear buds distracting them.  And this morning, this old slave is going to take advantage of "senior hour" at the local grocery to stock up on provisions.

While we have plenty of friends out here, and typically are thigh deep in social engagements, no one is reaching out even for small group get togethers.  Mistress had a lady friend over to talk about the fate of the lady's small business earlier this week while I ventured into town on a brief expedition.  That's about it.

Frankly, I think most of our friends out here are taking this whole social distancing thing very, very seriously.  Restaurants are shuttered other than for take-out. And social media suggests that most homes are pretty locked down too.  No more party central here in our little town.

But tonight we do have a friend joining us for dinner.  His name is Craig, a tall, handsome writer we met several years back on a ski lift,  who has become part of our social circle.  Craig lives by himself at a dead ski resort with very few neighbors.  Definitely socially isolated. Apparently Craig is not so cowed by Covid-19 that he will turn down a dinner invite in these bleak times.

Over those years we have bantered on the blog and betwixt ourselves about whether Craig is a suitable candidate for acuckolding "Bull". Physically he matches Mistress's preferences: taller and bulkier than her slave (I'm 5'11"", 190 or so).  Mentally agile. But we have concluded he may be a tad too "goofy", and fits more into our "friend zone" than a "cuckolding zone".  Once you propose that part of our friendship could be fucking the wife, well, there's no going back to just hanging out,  joshing, going for a hike, or  sharing some weed!

So Craig will be over tonight. Since he lives about an hour north of here, and we all may over indulge,  Mistress invited him to spend the night rather than drive all the way home. He's done it before.  Or he may take a pass.  Who knows?

I doubt anything kinky will happen.  Probably just some drinks, lots of laughs, appetizers and dinner. We might go "one toke over the line".  But that doesn't mean that, after "lights out", Mistress will sneak out of out bed once lights are out to join Craig in his.  Does it?

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Sheltering In Place

We hope all of our readers (those of you still paying attention to sex blogs!) are taking the sorts of precautions recommended to keep you and your families safe.  We probably have not been perfect, but are doing our best!

With slave's job on hiatus for at least the next three weeks - and maybe longer - we loaded up an aging Volvo and headed West, coming to ground yesterday afternoon at our SW hideaway.  The drive had a surreal quality - all that "breaking news" on the CNN feed we monitored describing increasingly draconian efforts to close normally open societies. And yet..... when we chatted up or overheard the conversations of locals along the way in Illinois, Kansas and Colorado, we got the definite impression that most folks are still buying the "no biggie",  just a politically motivated "hoax" version of reality they've heard on a certain cable news network.

Out here in the southwest, social distancing should not be a problem.  There's plenty of elbow room. But last night we did go to a (premature" end of the ski season celebration at a Rathskeller up on the mountain to hear our favorite local troubadour.  and before you scold: the crowd was definitely under 50.

We were observing the "no shake / no hug" protocol.  But others, not so much.  In fact, at one point when Mistress went to the ladies, slave was actually approached by a rather hot blonde of a certain age who invited me to join her on the dance floor.  Of course, I deferred, despite her insistence. I did not use the "social distance" excuse. Just said, "No thanks.  I'm good" with a smile.  No slave worth his salt would have dared take to the dance floor without his Mistress's permission!

Of course, I immediately explained to Mistress what happened when she returned.  And she was definitely amused.

"I wouldn't have mined, slave", she assured.

Right. I could just imagine her reaction if she had returned to discover me out on the floor, wiggling with the blonde, less than 6 feet away.  What would Dr. Fauci say?  It would have been a recipe for a very sore bottom and some cage time.

But the good news is that after a 6 week sexual hiatus, due to Mistress's surgery, we are "good to go" these days, with full sexual privileges restored!

At least we have that to soften the blow of no spring skiing and our self-quarantine.