Cuckolded at the Campground

 After our frank conversation with Scott (who says he now prefers me to address him as "Sir"), Mistress excused herself to their tent to "change into something more comfortable". In her absence, Scott got even more frank with me.....

"So Mick, or 'Slave', as your wife  calls you.... you really are OK with me having my way with her?"

"Believe it or not, yes."

"You're not going to go all postal on me if we make love in that tent over there....or if she gives me the blow job she promises is in my future?"

So that's what they've been whispering about?

"She has her freedom on that front....just be gentle...unless she indicates she's looking for something more, say, forceful"

"Don't worry Slave.....I think we have an understanding about what's in or out of her limits, and while I might push them a tad, she's really the one in charge...."

"Good to know....Sir....."

Just about then Mistress emerged from their tent, hiking pants gone, wearing one of those simple Eddie Bauer travel dresses she prefers for our road trips , in a deep green, a dress that stopped at mid thigh.  Simple, but displaying those strong shapely legs to their advantage.  Of course, she still had on those sturdy hiking boots.  

"Guess I should have packed some camp shoes?", She asked us.

"Oh those will do .... ", Scott said, eyeing her admiringly. "Maybe you and I should go for a little walk while 'slave' here is getting our dinners together."

He led Mistress off in the direction of a vista point north of our campsite, arm possessively around her waist, murmuring something into her ear that produced a nervous laugh, and an exaggerated sway of her hips.

Hmmm......was there a trail quickie in their near future?

While they strolled off, I busied myself getting our little camp stove set up, and assembled the variety of freeze dried meals we had packed for our trip.  About 40 minutes later Mistress and Scott were back, guilty grins on their faces.  Mistress's hair seemed considerably more disheveled than when they had departed. 

She excused herself to the nearby campground "facilities" to "feshen up". 

Scott say down at our picnic table as I fiddled with dinner prep. 

"Does she always walk off with other men without undies, Slave?" 

"It's been known to happen...uhhh....Sir."

"I do appreciate a woman who's clean shaven.  Always tastes so much better that way....and I must say your wife is very tasty.....could get addictive."

Why was this simple conversation making my cock surge?  The pathetic plight of a cuckold I suppose.

"Chalk me up as an addict . . . Sir."

"Understood. And she has such lovely soft lips  too.....can't say I've had such a satisfying blow job in a very long time...."

Yikes.  I  hoped Mistress would share all the naughty details when (or if) we got some private time.

Mistress ambled back to the camp site, still glowing from what I surmised was an al fresco cum, or two. 

As the sun was beginning to sink over the Canyon's rim, the wind was picking up. Slave got the water boiling, pouring it into the foil packets that would reconstitute into our dinner meals.  There was more water boiled for instant coffee and tea to wash dinner down.  All of us added an extra layer to beat back the chill. 

We chatted over our meal about plans for the morning - a hike down to the bottom of the Canyon - hopefully all the way to Phantom Ranch.  It was an ambitious agenda - maybe 14 mile down and back to our camp site.  But Mistress and slave were determined to make it down to the River on this trip, and Scott, who had done it before, was game to lead the way. 

As dusk settled onto our campgrounds, Scott slid off to the facilities and Mistress and Slave had a little heart-to-heart.  

"So things got hot on your little walk, Mistress?"

"What do you think, Slave?"

"Well based on what Scott mentioned, seems he enjoyed your clean shaven folds and the attention of your lovely lips."

"Oh he spilled the beans, huh?"

"I think it was taunting."

"Only because it turns you on."

Sad, but true.

We could see Scott  headed back our way. Our private time was running out.

"So you got to handle his cock, Mistress?", I whispered.

"I did, Slave."

"And?"

"Impressive. Not quite as big as that guy from the Forest Service.  But....impressive."

"I have a feeling you may become more familiar with it tonight?"

"Seems inevitable. But remember.....no touching no matter how inspired you are by these developments. Without the cage, I guess you're on the honor system.  Can you do that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She gave me a little kiss. 

Scott was back now, sidling up to Mistress on the picnic table bench. Arm around her again. He helped himself to a kiss of his own, but this one ended up with tongue and wandering hands, laying it on a little thick for my benefit, no doubt. PDA's are just part of the cuckolder playbook I suppose.

Ultimately, they came up for air. "It's getting cold now that the sun's down. And we have a long day on the trail tomorrow.  Maybe it's time to snuggle into our sleeping bags?"

It wasn't so much as a question from Scott as a directive.....

"We don't have a handy 'do not disturb' sign for our tent, Slave", Scott smiled my way.  "But I think that's the ground rule for tonight.  Am I right, Mistress?"

"I think Mick understands that he's to behave himself in his tent tonight", raising an eyebrows in my direction. We both knew what that meant. 

"What a shame you forgot that cage.  I'd love to get a peak."

Then they said their good nights. 

I finished stowing away our food and eating supplies as Mistress and her new lover  zipped their tent flap closed.

It could be a lonely night. At least I had a warm down sleeping back to beat back the chill. 

To Be Continued.

Down in the Canyon

 Through the last 1.5 miles down to Havasupai Gardens, Slave led the way down the trail.  Scott and Mistress lingered back a bit,  talking to themselves, no doubt exploring what Scott had said about two "interesting nights" ahead of us. It was a tad intimidating that Scott already had a peak "behind the curtain" of our particular kinks. Example: Most of Mistress's past lovers had never actually read our blog, didn't know about things like the cage, our contract, or the occasional pegging that happens in our marital bed.

Finally there, nursing sore feet and shoulders, we selected two adjoining campsites in a quiet corner, set against a hillside at the boundary of the campgrounds.  Scott was already in "take charge" mode.

We were seated around a wooden picnic table at our site, back packs off and sitting nearby, sitting water and snacking on more trail mix.

"Before we set things up here, let's make sure we understand ourselves, OK?"

This seems directed at me.  My sense was Mistress knew where this was headed.

"Molly.... I take it you enjoyed our 'activities' last night. Are you willing to explore further?"

She didn't hesitate.

"Absolutely....."

"Mick, as I understand your 'contract' with Molly, you have no objection to whatever she and I might get up to over the next two nights?"

"As long as she is comfortable with it, then sure.  It's her call."

"In fact, all this is actually a turn on for you?"

"True...."

"OK then.... here's how this is going to work.  Molly and I will take this campground here", pointing to the most private location near a looming cottonwood tree. "We'll take your two person tent....you can have that site over there and my one person tent. Sounds good?"

Gulp.  This was actually happening.

Mistress simply nodded with what seemed to me to be a slight blush, no doubt contemplating her upcoming time with Scott in that tent.

"Fine by me", I said, with a surge of arousal at the thought of this take charge guy taking charge of our sleeping arrangements on the trail.

At that we set to work setting up camp.  Mistress has far more backpacking experience than me.... one of her many competencies beyond looking hot that we probably don't focus on enough in this blog. She confidently constructed our long dormant tent once I detached it from my pack.  Scott focused on setting up his own tent - the one I would occupy - under a shelter about 15 yards away.  

Tents constructed, packs were unloaded. It was hard not to take note of Mistress and Scott unfurling their sleeping bags and unpacking some of their clothes inside their temporary habitat. For a while they both were inside the tent as Slave set up in his more modest accommodation. It was hard not to take note of some giggling and murmuring emerging from their tent, or wonder whether the intimacies betwixt them had already started.

As set-up was nearly complete, Mistress had a logical request. 

"Slave, you know that two person sleeping mat you bought.....it seems best if we use that in our tent, don't you think.....you can use Scott's single mat."

"Of course, Mistress...."

 Scott was hovering nearby. It was hard not to notice his slight smirk as he heard our "Slave / Mistress" terminology live for the first time.  Seemed our roles were getting fixed for the night.

"So he's the 'slave' and you're the 'Mistress', what's that make me?"

"What do you want to be?", Molly responded, a glint of mischief in her eye. He slid next to her, a possessive arm around her waist.  They were standing, looming over me as I knelt next to my pack, pulling out our (now their) two person inflatable sleeping pad. 

"Master seems a little heavy handed.  Plain old Scott, maybe a little too informal under these circumstances. I guess "Sir" will do, don't you think.....?"

"That sounds reasonable, don't you think Slave?"

Another gulp. 

Yes, Sir."

Yes, this was going to be an interesting two nights.

To Be continued......

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.