Public Service

Here in the high desert, where we are officially "sheltering in place" under the Governor's order, there is not much we can do to help out in this time of national crisis.  Apparently the best we can do is just stay out of the way so as not to burden the health care system, and offer some support to our far flung kids who are doing the same.

Mistress has been helping out in her way by doing some reporting about social service agencies back in River City for a local (back there) media outlet. Slave is still doing some remote advisory work for his employer back there as well.  But things have pretty much ground to a halt. And somehow we don't think that's going to be resolved by Easter, as someone recently proclaimed.

That's given us some time for lots of exercise, reading, video streaming, sex, and a return to more active blogging, something that had fallen by the way side over the last year or two.

The least we can do is to provide some entertainment and diversion for our readers.  Looking at our stats, there are at least a few hundred of you out there, looking for something to provide a smile, or a fantasy, to help them through a tedious afternoon or night.  And while we have no active cuckolding to titilate you with, we can at least provide some visuals.  Like one of Mistress enjoying some rays yesterday afternoon on bright SW sunshine:

Or maybe one of Mistress in her "lounge ware" watching TV with her slave last night:

Enjoy!

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Sleepover Dinner Guest Gets a Show

Curious about the dinner guest who stopped by on Sunday night?

As mentioned here, we decided to "risk" entertaining our pal Craig for dinner in Saturday night.  Craig is a writer who lives on a dead ski resort about 40 miles to the north where, he says, the snow just keeps falling. With no neighbors to speak of, and his own part time work places shut down until the pandemic passes,

Craig clearly was in need of some human companionship.  And his visit gave us someone to talk to (and for Mistress to flirt a bit with) other than ourselves. A win / win.

We had a pleasant evening together --lots of opining about the world disorder, including Craig's rather exotic conspiracy theories. (Is this really all about oil and petro-dollars?) And Craig entertained us with his stories of work as an extra on TV and movie sets down in ABQ.

We all got a little buzzed, and lingered after dinner in front of our kiva fireplace.  But was there any hanky panky?  Well, I hate to disappoint all of you cuckold wannabes, but NO.  We have placed Craig  firmly in the "friend zone", and he's way too polite to make his own move on another man's wife without a clear invitation.  We've discussed between us whether to escalate the situation, but Mistress just does not feel comfortable with changing the nature of our friendship.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Mistress doesn't press some conventional boundaries.

Like Sunday morning.

We had invited Craig to spend the night, since the long drive back to his winter wonderland is challenging at night, even without a buzz on.

I was up early, then Craig, and I brewed him a cup of coffee as we hashed over the latest ugly COVID-19 news.

An hour or so later, Mistress sauntered into our kitchen, wearing only  her rather skimpy nightie.  I lifted an eyebrow, wondering if she had bothered to slide into some panties in consideration of our guest.  Mistress never wears panties to bed.

"I hope you don't mind me dressed like this, Craig.  But it's early".

She was flashing lots of legs and cleavage.

(Of course, Mistress must have intentionally ignored the fluffy robe hanging on the back of the bed room door).

"Heck no.  I don't get to see many women, dressed or underdressed, up on the mountain."

At some point, as she prepared us some scrambled eggs, Mistress donned a wooly long tailed shirt, that covered a bit more of her lovely breasts and thighs.  But not much more.

So while Craig did not get a late night visitor in the guest room, at least he got a show!

Saturday Afternoon

It was an all-in-one weather day here in the high desert.  The morning started with snow showers and clearing off my Subaru for a drive down to the local grocery to take advantage  of "senior hour" (age has its privileges these days).  

Back home - some breakfast burritos in tow - Mistress rewarded me with some particularly enjoyable mid-morning sex.  But first there was some moderately painful cropping to remind me to be particularly supportive (and submissive) during our self-quarantine.

By noon, the sun had filtered through the clouds, providing an opportunity for a long and bracing bike ride with one of our favorite hill climbs, that had us both a little short winded at this 8000 ft. altitude.

Then Mistress adjourned to our patio for some early season sunning. Sure, it was only 50 degrees.  But with the sun out here, that is all Mistress needs!