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?
