Mistress Shares A Tent With Her Lover

 It was only about 8 pm, but the sun was down, temperatures were dropping fast, and we had a long day on the trail ahead of us. Did that explain why Mistress and Scott retired to their shared tent so early? Or were they both all too anxious to consummate their budding connection?

I was guessing the latter as I finished "the dishes", stowed away our food stuffs in a varmint proof container provided by the Park Service, hit the facilities and then slid into my lonely one-person tent.  

Their shared tent was about 20 yards away. At first it was internally illuminated by an electric lamp.  I could see forms moving about inside, including bodies smushing together and layers being removed. But soon the light was out, their tent bathed only in moonlight. 

Of course, Slave's mind was roaming directly into the gutter by now. Speculating about how quickly Scott was rounding the bases and heading for home with my sweet and sexy Mistress. 

And yet... despite the temptation, I heeded Mistress's invocation to forego any "self-abuse".  I knew Mistress enough to realize there would ultimately be a generous reward for my deferred satisfaction. I tried to distract myself by reading a novel on my Kindle. At some point I must have drifted off, only to be awoken by a whisper outside my tent.

"Slave....are you awake in there?"

"I am now, Mistress...what's up?"

"Well....it's about 11, we're going to sleep now, but Scott said I could 'tuck you in' on my way to the facilities."

"It's nice he gave you permission, Mistress," said with just a little snark. 

"He is getting a bit more .....assertive."

"And you like that, don't you?"

By now I had slid from my toasty sleeping bag and zipped open the tent flap.  Mistress was standing outside the tent, wearing a fleece jacket, thick hiking socks and....apparently nothing else. 

"It's kind of hot, slave....He's definitely enjoying taking increasing charge on this little adventure."

"And did that happen inside the tent."

"Ohhh Definitely. And Scott says ' why not give the slave a taste' if he wants."

Of course I wanted.....

Out on the firm ground now, on my knees before Mistress, it was hard not to catch a whiff of her arousal, mixed with the scent of her new lover. Hot.....

"So he fucked you Mistress?"

"More than once, Slave....."

"How'd that new sleeping mat work?"

"Not bad slave....we gave it a work-out for sure. It's cozy in there, and got pretty warm once things got going...."

"Details?"

"Not time for all that now, slave....it's getting late and he's expecting me back soon. Let's just say I rode his cock to more than a  few cums.  He's got quite a bit of stamina and, well, I'm pretty tender from that big cock ."

She spread her legs.  "So, do you want a taste, or not?"

"Of course, Mistress."

Slave shook off the slumbers and went to work, probing gently at first with my tongue.  The mix of salty residues from Mistress's clean shaven folds - a spicy combo of her own juices and Scott's remnants - got my own juices flowing.  But as I picked up the pace, pushing Mistress toward another cum, she backed off a bit.  

"Enough slave....you got your taste...but Scott says all my orgasms belong to him for the next 48 hours. And that you're cut off until we get back to civilization on Monday."

"Oh.... he really is is taking charge isn't he, Mistress."

"Ummm....yes. And I think you and I both like that, don't we?"

She had my number. And he seemed to have hers.

"Time to go back to sleep, Slave.....Big day tomorrow.  By the way, Scott says to tell you he likes his morning coffee black...."

This flashed me back to our days back in River City, when Mistress had occasional sleep overs with her lovers, and I served them coffee in bed in the morning.

"I'll be on top of it Mistress...."

"And I'll be on top of him....", she responded, dreamily.

She was already contemplating wake-up sex before, or after my coffee service?

She gave me a tender kiss good night, and headed off in the direction of the campground restrooms. I slid back into my tent and sleeping bag, still semi-aroused from my chance to graze betwixt Mistress's legs. And yet I made sure to keep hands off, as Mistress had enjoined. It was still late Saturday night, and I  considered how far the two new lovers had come since we met Scott  on Friday afternoon. I had to wonder what came next.

To Be Continued...

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.....