Cuckold Meme of the Day: Forced to Listen

 Mistress and slave have been traveling of late: first to visit family back in River City for Thanksgiving.  We stayed at the Dowager Domme's house. Sadly she did not wear any of those Dommy shoes or boots featured here over the years.  I guess she's off her game at 85.  Though she still roasts a mean turkey.

We road tripped back to our mountain getaway, got in a few days of early season skiing, and will head 
"across the pond" later this week to visit our youngest in the dark and damp of northern Europe. 

Fortunately, we've been able to sustain our daily diet of wake up sex and afternoon worship despite the challenges of all that travel.  Though the agonizingly thin mattress on the ancient convertible couch in the DD's "dungeon". (aka basement) definitely added to the degree of difficulty while we were in residence there. Fortunately, we are still spry enough to rise to the challenge. 

But no chance for any cuckolding while in the road, not that a few truck drivers didn't ogle Mistress at the endless chain of truck stops and diners we frequented on our long cross country road trip. "Creepy" was Mistress's blunt response. She needs to be wine, dined and seduced, not manhandled. 

Which brings us to today's illustration.  There was only one instance when slave actually witnessed one of her lovers take her on. More typically, she entertained when I was out, or visited her lovers' homes. Then there were the occasional sleep overs at our house, when she took her lover (most often Jay) to our marital bed, and I slept in the guest or a daughter's room next door.  

There I was treated to the sounds of their vigorous love making - typically in multiple rounds interrupted by undecipherable murmuring and giggling. And even sounds of silence, all to be interrupted by another round of loud and physical coupling. 

 It left much to the imagination. And old mick has a very wild imagination.  Was Mistress providing oral services during those moments of relative silence.  What sort of pillow talk were they sharing? How many orgasms was Mistress enjoying.  It sure sounded like a lot, and typically at a volume slave's own efforts rarely, if ever, produced.

With my cage securely in place the "agony" was all the sweeter. 

So don't let anyone tell you that cuckolding requires the sad cuck to sit quietly in a chair and watch. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Juggling Kids and Cuckolding

 During Mistress's early days as a cuckoldress we still had two daughters at home, attending a nearby high school.  We were not the sort of couple you might read about in smutty stories on Literotica, where the kids are all in on Mom's "stepping out", and her humiliation and domination of their "sissy" dad.  No, we were always mindful to play the role of devoted and monogamous couple for our girls, family and  vanilla friends.  This required a certain amount of juggling, and matching "cover stories". Mom might have an important business meeting to attend during the dinner hour, or even a "business trip" to cover for an overnight with one of her lovers .hat was consistent with her career at the time, and never drew questions from our girls. Of course, whether they had sneaky suspicions about Mom's mysterious texting or other behaviors we will never know!

I can think of one exception.  Jay was her longest lasting relationship.  We evolved some sort of cover story where he became a close mutual friend. He and his son even came to one of our family Thanksgiving celebrations, one of her birthday parties, etc.  I'm not sure if Jay and Mistress  ever had an opportunity to sneak off to a quiet room in the house for a quicky, but there were never any PDA's in front of the other family members or guests.

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Tender Lady Parts

 The notion that a cuck is supposed to "reclaim" his wife immediately after a date with one of her "side-dishes" sometimes butts up against physical reality in the real world.  At least it did at UCTMW. Slave was always anxious to be sprung free from his cage when Mistress returned from a date. But full blown fucking was rarely in the cards for me so soon after one of her encounters.

"I'm pretty tender down there slave.  But feel free to worship," was the typical response.  And who could blame her? Not her devoted slave.  After an hour or more of a more vigorous brand of sexual engagement than she was used to at home, it was no surprise that she was tender, looking instead to the gentler ministrations of my tongue for solace. 

Thankfully, she was typically game for her husband's work-a-day cock the next morning. 

Cuckold Meme of the Day: Seducing a Friend.

This is a particular kink we have never explored here at UCTMW, i.e., having Molly explore a sexual relationship with one of our mutual friends. Not that there haven't been a few temptations. There is a mountain guide who lives nearby, works on the local ski patrol in the winter.  We've often speculated about how that might go if Molly let it be known that she has a "hall pass".  And another friend who lives not far from here who we ski with and have for dinner from time to time. Both are taller tand larger han her devoted slave, and (one suspects) might be more amply equipped.  But we have never found out. 

Why?  Mistress has always been reluctant to broach the subject for fear of rejection (hard for me to imagine either one would pass on the opportunity).  And She also suspects that if the situation did not work out - either because the "friend" said "no, thanks", or because the encounter was a dud, we'd end up losing the friendship all together. 

But that doesn't prevent us from engaging in a little fantasy speculation about how that might go.