Gone Treking...

Mistress and slave are languishing in an airport, waiting for our connections east.... first to Europe and then to East Africa. We having been "training" for some months for this bucket list adventure. And while it might be hard to keep up our daily dose of sex in a tent at high altitude, I suppose that will be a part of the challenge.

Things will be dark here until our return in a couple of weeks.  Until then, we wish all of you well, particularly any of our readers in soggy South Texas!

The WC's Version.....

Mistress and slave are hunkered down for the night in the flat lands of Kansas, after a morning / afternoon slogging up the West Spanish Peak in Southern Colorado.  Fortunately, we had some efficient but very satisfying wake up sex at a funky B&B this morning before hitting the trail.  Mistress was inspired by the WC's contribution to our blog as I showered her clean shaven folds with my skilled attention.

Mistress was a little tired once we got back in the car and began our drive east, and as she napped I took this shot of her well exercised gams.  Nice!  If a tad distracting for her poor chauffeur.   

Now, onto the WC's version of how things went down at our HDH earlier this week:

Well fellow UCTMW readers 

My wife Lucy (the woman formerly know by a letter of the alphabet never to be mentioned again)  and I finally visited Mick and Molly in their high desert hide a way

We had a great time and of course they were very gracious hosts

After a very pleasant drive we arrived at their HDH 

 Mick met us in their dirt drive way and helped us cary our bags in

The lady of the house was waiting demurely inside

After introductions we retired to one of their patios for cocktails and conversation

We all got along well and were relaxing in the late afternoon sunset

Mick made a very tasty salmon dinner

After dinner my wife Lucy was tired from her travels and retired to the guest chamber

Molly emerged from the master suite in a cute little night gown (with panties on)

That problem was soon rectified!

As Mick related a fun night of sexual high jinks ensued 

I will write more later but of special prurient interest to you all I will share a couple of sexual details I found particularly hot

They lady of the house was lead by her hand into her living room only to be stripped bare naked and have her bottom soundly spanked

With Lucy and Mick listening carefully from the patio..

Then her cheeks were spread and an Aneros was inserted right up her pretty little bottom

This is usually a toy for men 

But trust me it works very well on a ladies bottom as well!

The aneros has a little curly handle that is handy to grasp between your fingers and wiggle the aneros inside her bottom

I was earnestly engaged in just such an activity when (much to my surprise) Molly suddenly had an anal orgasm! 

Very fucking hot my friends!

Another very fun time was had on our last morning there

Lucy and I were lying in bed when I awoke with a needy erection 

I told Lucy that I was going to summon Molly to our room naked

Via Text!

Lucy was skeptical of this unusual plan of mine

I texted " come to our room naked"

Sure enough Molly soon appeared in a nighty hardly worthy of the name

I had her remove that at once!

Lucy excused herself to the ladies room

I had Molly "assume the position"

On her knees and elbows with her beautiful little bottom high in the air and spread wide open

Completely exposed and facing the door

As planed this was the sight that greeted Lucy as she returned!

Lucy just shook her head at my antics and said in a protective womanly way

Don't you dare hurt her

You see Lucy can be pretty dommy even with me

Molly looked over her shoulder and assured her that she was in no danger! 

Lucy then adjourned to the living room with Mick

I don't really know what happened there but I'm sure Lucy was firmly in charge of the situation!

Well enough for now but rest assured that Mick and Molly are great hosts!

WC and Lucy (the woman formerly referred to by a letter of the alphabet never to be mentioned again)

Too funny Mick

Morning Room Service

The sun is setting on our High Desert summer today. We are packing up, heading to CO for one more "training" climb, then hitting the road for River City.  In a week we will be winging it to the Dark Continent for our big trek to the roof of Africa. But there's a lot to get done before then.

As much as we look forward to our adventure, it's going to be hard to leave our little chunk of paradise behind, knowing it may be some months before we get back to our HDH.

Yesterday was a "back to routine" day, as the dust settled from the departure of our guests. There was the traditional "wake up sex", a long hike on a misty and unusually cloudy day up in the nearby mountains, a late afternoon nap, then music last night at a local watering hole.

But before we get back into the normal rhythms of life, let's cover what happened here Wednesday morning before the WC and Lucy headed home.

Perpetually stuck on east coast time, Mistress and slave were up earlier than our two guests. We took full advantage in the absence of another "orgasm embargo" before the WC and Lucy awoke. After the sexual dust settled, slave made some coffee and was reviewing the latest news about wall building and impending government shutdowns when Mistress came to me with a "shocked, shocked" look on her face.

"Mike texted me. He wants me to go into their bedroom naked, slave......"

With a smile, I suggested that maybe she'd better follow his order, pronto.

Mistress was in a very revealing black nightie. He left nipple was perky and poking out. Her lack of panties was also obvious. So losing the nightie would hardly compromise her modesty. But she has "standards".

"I'm not taking this off, slave."

But it was clear she was otherwise going to comply with his "command performance" request. And I suspected Mike would make short work of what remained of her skimpy coverings.  But what about Lucy? Would she be staying in bed with the two of them?

Mistress disappeared into our guest room. I could hear some murmuring, and some male and female laughter. But within moments,  Lucy appeared beside me in the kitchen, where I was futzing with the coffee cups and additives.

She was still in her nightie, which was not quite as revealing as Mistress's,  but was short and skimpy in its own way. Unlike Mistress her nightwear seemed to include undies.

I poured her coffee, and we scrupulously avoided the subject of what our respective spouses were doing in the  guest room, from whence, by now, the sounds of hand slapping ass were emanating, accompanied by squeals of pain / delight from Molly.

She was clearly getting her morning's  second round of sexual attention, and it was only 9 am.

As for me, I attempted to distract Lucy (and myself) with an oral summary of our President's Phoenix rant,  based on overnight newspaper reports. She noticed my computer sitting on the kitchen counter, and suggested it might be fun to watch Stephen Colbert's monologue from the night before. It turns out we both have the same early morning viewing habits.

But apparently Colbert took this week off. Instead we settled onto our couch and turned on the prior night's Daily Show. Sitting side by side, watching Trevor Noah's comic take on the day's news, I returned to her feet, massaging one, then the other as if this had now become routine.  I even got as far as her knee, which she reported as tender from some recent exercise.

Lucy seemed pleased with my handiwork, which retained a chaste air throughout as we sat there sharing  comments on the topical comedy even as our spouses were focused on their own more sensual fun. ( I might add that I would have been happy to  provide more intimate services to Lucy. Maybe I should have volunteered. But Slave is a tad bashful on such matters, and I can't say that I was getting signals that such service would be welcomed. Who knows? Maybe next time?)

Not long after the show ended, Mistress and Mike came up for air, and joined us in the kitchen where slave was brewing another pot o' joe. Mike seemed very pleased with his pre-breakfast treat.

"Now that's room service, Mick."

"It gave new meaning to the term 'sexting'".

We drank more coffee, and soon were walking down to our little village for Breakfast Burritos at a local Cantina. Once breakfast was over, Mike and Lucy were headed back north.

Once they were gone, I had to ask Mistress what happened while Lucy and I were watching Trevor.

"Some spanking. And the butt plug again, slave...."

"More orgasms?"

"At least five, slave..... I lost count."

Poor Mistress.  No wonder she needed that mid-day siesta in the sun.

You Can Leave Your Turquoise On

Our WC and his long suffering wife Lucy (the wife formerly known by a letter of the alphabet not to be mentioned again) are safely back in their home in the Mile High City. Here at the UCTMW HDH, Mistress's overtaxed but resiliently alluring body was due for some rest, which, as the photo shows, was on our afternoon agenda yesterday after our guests departed.

But before we move on, I suspect some of our readers are wondering....  WTF happened that left Mistress ridden hard and put up wet?

Let's pick up where we left off.....

Tuesday started with some enthusiastic wake up sex in Mistress's executive suite, as Mike and Lucy slept in. Fortunately for me, Mike had not imposed another "orgasm embargo". Then there was coffee, breakfast around our picnic table on the patio, and a trip into our quaint little town for some  shopping, a museum, and nachos.  By 2 pm we were back home, sitting on our front porch, enjoying a glass of wine.

That's when things got a little kinky.

Mike not so subtly steered the conversation in the direction of corporal punishment. Which led to....

"I promised Molly a good spanking last night.  Now seems as good a time as any, doesn't it?

None of the rest of us had a good argument against Mike's proposal. He reached for Molly's hand, helped her up from her seat, and pulled her with him through the porch door into our living room.

"You two can watch if you want", he said as the two love birds disappeared into the shadows of our Hideaway. 

Lucy just rolled her eyes at her hubby's hijinks. 

"Gee, thanks, Mike. But I think we will just stay here......"

And although I was certainly curious about how Mike might execute his plan to "punish" Mistress, I figured it would be rude to leave his better half to her own devices.

Soon there were the sounds of  giggling and the slap of something firm on naked flesh. A hand? A  paddle? Distracting, sure.  But slave tried to ignore it, offering Lucy a tour of our next door neighbor's lush flower garden.  It was a pleasant way to give Mike and Molly a bit of privacy as they fulfilled some pent up demand.  Fortunately, Lucy seemed diverted by the neighbor's yard. She has a keen horticultural eye.

Garden tour completed, we returned to  our front porch.  The sounds of silence were now emanated from our living room.  We stuck our heads inside.  No one.  Lucy was curious about the whereabouts of our spouses, and stepped inside, poking her head into our open bedroom door,  She returned to the porch, reporting back.

"They're in your bedroom.... messing around", she reported, without providing any more details. Her  tone was "boys (and girls) will be boys (and girls)", a  bemused resignation to her husband's kinky proclivities in her voice. Hardly shocked, and not really disapproving.

We settled side by side on a cozy wicker love seat, facing the big sky horizon to the West, sun squinting through gathering clouds that suggested an oncoming late afternoon thunderstorm.

So how should a devoted slave entertain a lovely lady while her husband is "fooling around" with my Mistress?

"Mike says you enjoy a good foot rub....."

She eyed me, raised an eyebrow. 

"I do, but he isn't patient enough to do a very good job.  Too easily distracted."

"Well maybe I can take a shot....."

She seemed agreeable, extending a leg onto my lap.

I proceeded to rub and massage her feet, first one, then the other, for about 30 minutes.  Lucy was very directive about what worked and what didn't and what I was missing. Toes. Heels. That little spot at her ankle that provoked some oohs, ahhhs and little squirms of delight. we chatted about work and kids as I applied my fingers to the assigned task. I been worked my way up to her calf. 

It was a productive way to pass the time until Mike and Molly emerged from their "private time".

Well first Mike appeared, looking into the little door to our living room.

"Get out here.....don't be shy......"

Molly soon emerged, very reluctantly, Mike pulling her by the hand.

But for the vivid Turquoise necklace and bracelet, she was completely naked.  

Fortunately, there is a fence that (for the most part) shields our porch from passing traffic. And the neighbors were away. So where's the harm in displaying a naked recently paddled lady in such a way?

Lucy seemed unfazed, retaining that inscrutable poker face.    

"She is lovely.... so cute......", she complemented.

 Mistress stood there on display, giggling, blushing. Mike  retained a firm grip on her elbow to prevent her from bolting to shelter, Lucy launched a frank discussion on the merits and demerits of  "clean shaven folds".   Lucy clearly prefers the more "womanly" carpeted look. (I couldn't tell if she preferred a "shag" or a more tightly woven carpet, but my curiosity certainly was piqued). Lucy expressed well considered views about the male obsession with the "little girl" look, and made some strong points.  I countered about the benefits of clean shaven folds for those of us who spend a lot of time with their head betwixt their lover's thighs.... Clearly both sides of the argument have merit.

As our mini-debate unfolded, Mistress continued to stand there. Blushing. Naked. fidgeting. On display for our continued inspection. And Lucy's feet remained on my lap, my fingers continuing to work her arches.

It was all very sexy, if a little sadistic too. 

After further discussion, it was decided it was time for a little pre-dinner nap and a showers all around. Mistress and slave retired to the Executive Suite, and our guests returned to the guest room.

Mistress then gave me a brief report on how things had gone.

"Well there was the spanking..... he used this leather strap.  It hurt some, but not too much......"

What about sex, Mistress?

"Well he used an aneros, on me slave, like yours.....it was hotter than I thought.... there were some orgasms with that, and more spanking.....

"Did he actually fuck you, Mistress?"

"He did slave.....after all this time....he did....."

Mistress seemed more than well satisfied. But did give me the opportunity for some after-action worship. There were definitely some salty remnants to enjoy as she had her final cum of a long and busy afternoon.

I will end this account now. A report on Wednesday morning's activities will follow tomorrow!