On the Trail With Molly, Mick and Scott

Despite Mistress's late night, we were up early the next morning in our Cabin, a little anxious about hitting the trail. It was still misting on the rim, with a thick shroud of clouds overhanging the Canyon and obstructing the iconic view.

But first things first.  

Wake Up Sex! 

A UCTMW ritual for time immemorial (or at least since about 1991). Our morning session was fueled by a running dialog that allowed Slave to "interrogate" Mistress about her smolderingly hot encounter with Scott  in his El Tovar Hotel suite. Al the while I used my tongue, hands and ultimately my "work-a-day" cock to bring Mistress to a couple of top-of-the-morning cums. Examples:

"Did he lick you Mistress?"

"No Slave, we were taking it slow".

"Did you slide out of those lacy black undies?"

"No Slave....it was more an intense make out session...but I do think his fingers worked their way underneath...."

"Is that how he made you come, Mistress?"

"Yes....and also me rubbing against his leg.... it all got pretty steamy.  Does that turn you on, Slave?"

"What do you think, Mistress?'

By this time, Mistress and slave were in their own sexual frenzy, and soon slave was asking for and granted permission to cum. Little did I know that this would be the last such opportunity until we emerged from the Canyon.  But let's not get ahead of ourselves!

After the sexual dust settled, we packed our suitcases, made some final checks of our packs, and grabbed an early breakfast at the Lodge dining room.  It wasn't long until 10 am, and our meet up with Scott at the nearby trailhead. 

There he was - full back pack on a bench behind him.  He had the look of a guy who had done this often, one of those 2 day beards on his well tanned face. (Who's that tanned in the early March?) Hiking pants, fleece, an open rain jacket to shed the drizzle that seemed finally to be dissipating . He gave me a friendly pat on the back, and Mistress one of those lingering hugs.  Soon we were working those shiny cleats onto our hiking boots, lofting our packs and hitting the trail.  Mistress seemed to enjoy Scott's attention as he applied his superior backcountry expertise to adjusting the straps on her heavy pack to level her load.

The first mile and a half of the trail was snow and ice clogged, making for slow and slippery going, even with the spikes helping our footing.  But as we descended into the Canyon toward our objective - the Havasupai Campground - temperatures rose, the rain abated and the trail turned to mud and clay.  We stopped for a rest at the "3 Mile House", a rustic stone building with dramatic views of the Canyon. 

Though the trail was busy, we found ourselves sitting alone in the shelter, sharing some trail mix and guzzling water to hydrate for the remaining 1.5 miles down to our destination.  It was our first opportunity for the "conversation".

"So Mick....." Scott leveled a gaze at me.  "Molly told me about your blog....and I spent some time with it late last night and over breakfast this AM. . . . did all that stuff really happen?"

Gulp.  I looked at Mistress. "Pretty much.  Some embellishment from time to time I suppose.  But its pretty truthy...it's been kind of fun and we've encountered some interesting folks because of the blog over the years."

"And the 'Contract'..... that's real?"

"Yep. the contract actually came before the blog."

He turned to Mistress.

"The cage.  You actually make him wear one?"

"I do....but not so much lately.  I guess I'm not much of a 'Mistress' these days."

"So no cage with you on this trip?"

"Nope", I responded. Why was this conversation making my cock surge in my hiking pants?

Back to Molly.  "I saw something in there about how you've been shopping for a more dominant lover? Ever find one who filled the bill?"

"Every now and then there's been a prospect, but it usually fizzles out for one reason or another.  A unicorn I suppose. And now, in our small New Mexico town....well pickings are thin, and everyone knows everyone.  Could be embarrassing."

Back to me.

"And it actually turns you on when your wife messes around ... fucks....another guy?"

"I suppose it sounds strange, but it's true.  She has a "hall pass" and it builds the sexual energy between us just to contemplate her using it....."

"Lucky girl...." 

Back to Molly.

"Did you tell him about what we did last night in my suite?"

"I did."

"Mmmmm..... and you had sex with him this morning while thinking and talking  about me?"

"We sure did......"

"I spent a little more time this morning checking out some of the links on your blog. and other sources. Sounds like I'm cast in the "Bull" role here?"

I nodded. I think by now both Mistress and I were squirming a bit.  Turned on simply by where this conversation was headed.

"Well then these next two nights on the trail could be pretty interesting, don't you think?"

TO BE CONTINUED.....

Molly's Late Night at the El Tovar

 

As Mistress and Scott walked up those stairs at the El Tovar,  Slave wandered back into the cold, damp night, following the icy side walk along the Canyon's rim. Back in our Cabin at the Bright Angel Lodge, the  room was cluttered with back packs, luggage, and outerwear, a  staging area for our trek the next morning  into the 4500 foot deep Canyon. 

Of course, my mind was buzzing about what Mistress might be up to back at the El Tovar, enjoying her "nightcap" as she checked out her new friend Scott's room. It didn't help when I got a text,  no doubt sent surreptitiously - maybe as she 'freshened up" in Scott's bathroom.

"No touching, slave!"

Now typically, she would not have to remind me.  When she went on prior "dates" Slave was caged and she kept (or hid) the key.  But this time the cage was back home.  (Much to the "Boss's disappointment). She clearly had not planned ahead for any cuckolding opportunities during this road trip.

"Yes Mistress".

After fiddling with my pack a little (needed to make sure the 'traction devices' were close at hand), I figured I might as well get some sleep while Mistress had her private  time with the hunky, younger Scott. But it wasn't easy to clear my mind of pervy speculation about what she might be up to, or to follow that "no touch" directive...but I must have drifted off, woken only by the sound of low volume conversation outside the cabin door. Mistress's voice. Sounding a bit flirtatious.  Scott, deep voiced and serious. Then some silence ... (were they kissing?),  before some apparent "good nights....see you tomorrows".  Then the electronic lock clicked, the door swung open and Mistress slid into the room, pressing the door closed behind her. 

Wide awake now, I sat up....

"So?"

"I bet you're dying of curiosity, Slave."

It's hard to be subtle at moments like these.  

"So what happened Mistress....was there any hanky panky? Did you let him fuck you?"

"Yes. And No. Let me get ready for bed and I'll share some details with my curious cuckold."

Mistress's night time rituals can drag on, but by now it was about midnight, and Mistress knew she needed some sleep. Finally, she slid into bed  next to me, decked out in a silky black nighty. 

"I'm sleepy, slave...."

"But...."

"OK...." She was teasing big time now."I'll share some highlights.... First, very nice Suite, with an amazing view-- if it wasn't dark and cloudy that is.  Big four poster bed....nice little love seat for enjoying a night cap. Lighting was low. All potentially very romantic."

"So did you make your move, Mistress? Or did he?"

"Let's just say we relaxed on that loveseat. I had a Sambucca. He had a single malt - neat of course."

"I'm really not that focused on your beverage selection Mistress....but on that hanky panky...."

By now I was nestled up against Mistress, who had shed her undies, her bottom pressed up against her increasingly agitated "work-a-day" cock.

"I can tell what your nasty little mind is focused on.  But you should know that Scott is a gentleman. One of the first things he said, after our drinks arrived, was about you."

"What?"

"He wondered why any husband would allow his very attractive wife to go unescorted to another man's hotel room...."

Of course, a good question.

"So what did you tell him...."

"I asked him if he ever heard that some husbands were turned on at the thought of their wife  getting involved with other men.... that you were one of those guys, and that as a result I had a "free pass" if I came across someone I found attractive."

"And he said...."

"Wow."

"That was it?"

"Well the conversation then turned to whether I considered him to be one of those guys I found attractive....I responded that he certainly had potential, but the jury was still out."

"So you gave him a sort of green light".

"I suppose I did.  But I think  we were sending mutual vibes all through dinner. Didn't you?"

"Hard not to notice, Mistress."

So then he asked  about our experiences doing this sort of thing. I gave him a few details, and even told him about the Blog.  He took note of the title, so maybe he'll do more research before we meet up in the morning."

"Yikes. a lot of content there, Mistress, about both of us....But cut to the chase....what happened?

"Well after we talked through all that, he seemed to get the concept. 'So your husband gets turned on when you get frisky with another guy and tell him about it afterwards? And he's not going to be pissed off or get crazy if we...you know...."

"No, in fact it'll drive him crazy with lust for me. For a wife with a husband like that it can be a 'Win/Win'. I get to flirt .... or maybe more... with an attractive guy and he showers me with sexual attention when I share the smutty details."

"So if we don't do something here, right now, we'll really be letting him down?"

"Absolutely. He'd be soooo disapointed."

"By now my hand was lingering on one of his muscular thighs, Slave...and well, It was about then that the kissing began ....I really can't remember who leaned in first. And then we both got a little handsy...he's a good kisser....and knows what to do with his hands. Ultimately we ended up stretched out on  that big four poster bed....a long sexy make out session.  And though I was tempted, and he clearly would have....we left it at that for the night. No fucking.  I must have made it clear that was not a 'first date' thing for me. And he was a gentleman about it, walking me home when I mentioned it was getting late and I needed my sleep."

"Did he make you cum, Mistress...."

"Yes, Slave.... with his fingers...."

"And did you.....?"

"No Slave.....but I think I left him wanting more.... there will be two nights with the three of us down at Havasupai Gardens. Could get spicey, huh?"

By now Slave was pretty darned horny himself. But Mistress left me wanting more that night, too. 

"Slave, it's late now, she said, giving her cock a little affectionate pat, but nothing more. "We need some sleep.  That's  just going to have to wait until morning.  Scott and I agreed we'd all meet at 10 am at the trail head.  The rain is supposed to stop by then."

And that's where we'll stop for today's installment.  More to come.

Dinner on the Rim

 Now where were we......

Backcountry camping permits in hand, Mistress, her Slave/Cuckold and Scott, her new "friend", headed back into the rain to our respective cars. Mistress noted we were staying the night at a cabin on the rim, part of the Bright Angel Lodge complex.

"I'm over at the El Tovar", Scott noted as he clicked the remote lock on a hunter green Range Rover with Texas plates, parked near our Subaru.  Mistress jumped on that. 

"Wow.  Beautiful place. Don't we have dinner reservations there tonight, Mick?"

I sensed where this was going.

"That's right.  7:45."

"I was planning dinner there too", Scott responded. 

Of course he was. 

"Why don't you join us.  I'm sure Mick can add one more to our reservation....."

I glanced at Mistress, noting the twinkle back in her eye. So much for our 'romantic' dinner for two before hitting the trail.  But clearly Mistress had something  more  in mind. Something that might simply titillate, or lead to something more.

"I'll take care of it....."

Dinner plans confirmed, we checked into our cabin, which was soon cluttered with all the detriitus of a multi-night camping trip: tent, sleeping bags and pad, food, snacks, water bottles, stove, outerwear, etc. As we got organized and loaded up our now heavy packs, the conversation drifted to dinner.

"So this Scott guy....he seems to have caught your eye Mistress. And if I wasn't mistaken he was eyeing you too."

"Oh Slave....you're getting ahead of ourselves again.  He seems like a nice guy, and his 'expertise' in the Canyon is bound to help, right?"

"I'm guessing that's not the only expertise you're wondering about Mistress."

She just gave me a look that combined both reproach and a hint of her open mind  about where things might lead with Scott.

 Mistress was primping for dinner. By now the sun was down, but the skies were still spitting a cold drizzle. Yet despite the cold and damp, she was  doing her best to make an impression.  Full make up. Blow drying her hair after a warm shower. And wearing a black dress she had brought for my conference. Coupled with some colorful Cowboy Boots, her outfit highlighted her fit and shapely legs.

I raised an eyebrow.

"A little overdressed for a walk in the cold and dark, Mistress?"

"It's a nice restaurant Slave.  I just want to look good for you....."

"I'm thinking it might not just be for me."

She just gave me that teasing look again. 

The El Tovar is a rambling, turn of the Century architectural masterpiece overlooking the vast Canyon. We found Scott waiting for us in the Lobby, dressed pretty much as before. Jeans, hiking boots, a blue denim shirt and leather jacket.  If he had shaved his half day beard, I sure couldn't tell.  I got the firm hand shake. Mistress went in for an enthusiastic hug, which, I suspected, lingered just a little longer than might be expected for a guy she'd met just that afternoon.

Over adult beverages and then an indulgent pre-hike dinner, we shared family and professional details. Scott was divorced, with two kids in College. He was a founder of one of those Austin, TX tech start-ups, with some funny stories about Matthew McConaughey in a drunken rage at some music bar during SXSW. At some point Slave began feeling like a third wheel, as Mistress and Scott went on about life and (remarkably) some shared acquaintances from her corporate career days.  Was there growing sexual tension in the air?  Hard to tell. But the Cuckold in me was saying "one can only hope".

As our dinner plates were cleared and desert orders taken, I excused myself for a trip to the Men's. I took the chance of texting Mistress for some clarity....."Where is this headed, Mistress?"

On my way back through the Hotel Lobby, I heard a ping from my I-phone. Mistress must have discretely read my text, no doubt explaining to Scott it came from a friend or family. 

"You're looking sleepy, Slave. Long day tomorrow.  Maybe you should head back to our cabin early?"

Oh...Kay.....

Over a scrumptious and filling dessert.....apple crisp with ice cream for me and Scott....flourless chocolate cake for Mistress, she made her "stick your neck out" move.....

"This is such a beautiful hotel".

(It is. Dark wood, blazing fireplaces, stuffed moose and elk heads, broad picture windows overlooking the now darkened canyon.)

"I've always wondered what the rooms are like...."

"Happy to show you mine", Scott said. (Really? Let's not be too subtle, Scott!) 

"Maybe we can get room service to bring up some night-caps?"

This apparently was my cue.

"I'm feeling a little tired myself.  But you two should go ahead.   I'm just worried about you walking back in the ice and snow in those boots....those sidewalks are pretty dark. and slippery"

"No worries, Mick.  I'd be happy to make sure she's back safe and sound....", Scott reassured, acting the noble gent. 

By now it seemed pretty obvious that I was the annoying third wheel who should make himself scarce, ASAP.

I asked for the check, but Scott was one step ahead of me.

"All  taken care of Mick."

Apparently Scott had covered the tab for all of us while I was out of the room. All I had left to do was act grateful, and make my exit, but only after a quick kiss for Mistress.  

"Be careful, sweets", I murmured into her ear.

"Don't worry .....get some rest for our big adventure tomorrow."

We parted in the lobby.  As Scott led Mistress up the broad staircase to the 2nd floor, I had to wonder whether Mistress's "adventure" was already starting.

To Be continiued....

Back Home With a Story to Tell

 Mistress and Slave are back home after about 10 days on the road. She seemed to have a relaxing time in the sun during the first phase of our journey.  On breaks from dreary meetings at a conference I could usually find her at pool side with the other wives, and a few husbands who were along for the ride.  Mistress was even seen one morning participating in "aqua aerobics" with the senior set.  I suspect she became fodder for some late night fantasies for some of the old duffers who pulled up on their golf carts for the proceedings.

After  3  days of  me shoveling down buffet meals, (The best thing about COVID was the temporary ban on buffets!), Mistress and slave headed north to the Grand Canyon for what we hoped would be a night camping in the back country. But that was complicated.  There are only so many permits available for  camping down below the rim. And when we sent in our plea for a spot....well we were losers in the so called "lottery".  Our last hope was that a cancellation might pave the way for a scarce spot down at what used to be called the Indian Garden campground.  Otherwise it was a nite at the Bright Canyon Lodge and another in our tent at the crowded above the rim campground.

When we arrived at the Back Country office on Friday afternoon  it was in a cold rain. Deep snow was piled about along the side of the roads and sidewalks. Not exactly good omens for our planned weekend expedition. But as it turns out, the crappy weather must have deterred some who had planned to hit the trail in the morning.  There was a vacancy!  The friendly ranger behind the counter asked for a form I left in the car, and for our license plate number (Presumably so if we turned up dead on the trail, they could auction off our Subaru to pay for the cost of hauling our half eaten corpses out of there?)

When I came back from the parking lot, there were further....developments?

Mistress was standing at the counter with a tall, rugged looking dude who had appeared in my absence.  Maybe late 40's, early 50's.  About 6'2". Dressed sort of outdoorsy casual in hiking trousers and a Patagonia shell  still wet from the ongoing rain. 

"Change of plans, Slave....the Ranger and Scott here have persuaded me that two nights at Indian Garden is much better than one."

"Huh....but what about getting back for the cat....."  

Slave is always conscious of our schedule. 

"Not to worry, Shannon (our cat sitter) will be happy to handle that for one more day. With two nights we will have more time to explore down below....."

Since Mistress is, well, always persuasive, I quickly caved to the change of plans. 

But it gets better....it turned our Scott had a similar but more ambitious itinerary.

"He's going down there too tomorrow....so he can give us some tips on campsites and day hikes." Scott chimed in....

"I was planning a couple of days at Indian Garden....then on along the Tonto trail for the rest of the week....." Turns out  Scott is a far more experienced back packer, who makes annual forays into the Canyon.

Well then.  

The sparkle in Mistress's eye suggested that she had more than a passing interest in the "tips" that her new, hunky  friend might provide.

And that's the story that I will be sharing here in the days to come.  Stay tuned.