Happy New Year From Molly and mick

We are wishing for a better 2018 than 2017 for all of our devoted readers. Maybe a little more peace, love and understanding?  And a little less tweeting? More sex and a little less sexual harassment?

Here in our SW hideaway there is a shocking absence of snow so far this winter.  That means more cycling and hiking and less skiing. The picture to the right is from a hike we took on Saturday, to an area that would typically be inaccessible due to a few feet of snow by this time of the season. Climate change?  Could be.

So we will have to find other forms of amusement to supplement our daily sexual rituals. We've spent some time with friends, and Mistress has a couple of "meet and greets" set up later this week with a couple of local OKCupid prospects.  Both seem a little exotic compared to the more vanilla types that pop up in River City. Both seem cool with the idea that Mistress's husband will be on hand for the initial meeting, something that can seem a little odd in the heartland.

Will Mistress  be able to supplement her outdoor activities with a little indoor fireworks on this trip west?  Stay tuned.

Merry Sexmas!

Mistress and slave are safely huddled up at our High Desert Hideaway (HHD) for the next few weeks. We enjoyed a week back in River City with our two Dommes in Training, but, quite frankly, it's a whole lot less stressful and cozy here in our cabin in the shadows of the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

It's also nice to be able to "vocalize" while having sex. After a week of trying to quietly "stifle" during our morning wake-up sex, we can now engage in something more natural. And then there was that "busted" moment, the day after Christmas.

There we are, quietly fucking, my head facing Mistress, her's shadowed by mine. Suddenly there's the sound of our bedroom door opening behind me. A 2 second pause. Then the door slamming closed.

Startling.

I froze in mid-thrust.

"What was that?", I gasped.

"Not sure", Mistress responded with a moan.

I had been soooo close.

We re-gathered our focus, and resumed. But there in the background was that nagging thought.

Which one of our daughters had their image of their "aging" parents shattered that morning?

Neither one of them confessed, or apologized. I guess we can only speculate. Was it the one who is engaged and was sleeping across the hall with her fiancé? If so, was she wondering whether she and her prospective hubby would be having morning sex when they were ancient like us?

Or was it the daughter who lives in Europe, and relentlessly whines whenever we dare to enter her room without an engraved invitation?  If so, pay back is a bitch, I suspect.

Let's just hope the trauma will not last beyond New Year's .

Speaking of which, I noticed this article Celebrating Sexmas! in my email in box. The gist is that the slow week betwixt Christmas and New Year's Day is a good time for "hook ups", those hot but fleeting encounters that can provide some shared bodily warmth for a lonely single (Maybe a  daughter lonely in her childhood bedroom forced to listen to her parents trying to stifle their morning sex?) during that visit home for the holidays.

And who says "Sexmas" encounters should be limited to singles?  What if you're a "hot wife" with a free pass from your devoted cuckolded hubby?

Here at the HDH, Mistress (so far) does not have a "side dish".  But hope springs eternal.  We have re-opened her OKCupid account for the holidays and have a few prospects in the Q. Her luck here has been limited. And I doubt anyone will pop up on her dance card before new year's day.  But with the temperatures falling, and the slopes untypically brown so far this year, it might be worth making an effort to find her someone to supplement her slave's work-a-day cock until we return to River City at the end of January.

Famous Cuckolds In History

Mistress and Slave are home for the holidays, with our two daughters safely ensconced in their bedrooms across the hall.  That makes for some furtive morning couplings in Mistress's chambers before the girls awaken. But it's a small price to pay to have them both close at hand for a festive holiday.

Of course, having the girls at home necessarily cuts off opportunities for any cuckolding action here at the UCTMW World HQ. So we have to live vicariously. And the Crown on Netflix has made that easy to do.  In addition to the story line about Princess Margaret's husband Tony, mentioned here earlier this week, there is another starting revelation about the Tory Prime Minister Harold McMillan, who I remembered vaguely as the dry as mud counterpart to President Kennedy in the days of the Cuban Missile Crisis and "Camelot".

It turns out that McMillian was a cuckold for much of his marriage to his wife Dorothy, the posh daughter of the Duke of Devonshire.  Her lover was a colorful character named Robert Boothby.  Their complicated three way relationship is described in great but tasteful detail in this article: The Prime Minister, his wife and her lover.  

It seems Boothby was a randy fellow, who was a member of Parliament, then a TV personality. He fathered one of the McMillian's daughters, and carried on the affair with Dorothy through thirty years, including 1957-63 when Harold served as PM.  Boothby was bisexual, and was linked to the notorious Brit mobster, Ronnie Kray.  Kray was gay and reputedly had his own relationship with Boothby, when Boothby was not cuckolding Harold.  
(Boothby on right above right; Kray on left)

To show his innate comfort with the role of cuckold, McMillian named Boothby as a "Life Peer" in 1957, making him Lord Boothby, a member of the House of Lords, where apparently they have some pretty cool members' only bars and dining establishments!

Amazingly, all of this was well known to the British media at the time but discretion prevailed, just as the US media kept JFK's notorious womanizing hush hush on this side of the "pond".  Those were the days!

Maybe with a few more years of Trump, we can Make Cuckolding (and Womanizing) Great Again!  Wouldn't it be entertaining to learn that both Melania and Ivanka were cuckolding Donald and Jerad.  If so who would be a good candidate for cuckolder: General Flynn?  Paul Ryan? Sean Hannity? Or just some low profile Secret Service agent with big hands and a bigger "sidearm"?

Cuckolding Comes to Netflix

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we have been getting ready for the holidays. Two daughters (and a prospective son in law) are headed here by the end of the week. The tree is trimmed, and the presents are wrapped. The only downside is that Mistress and slave will have to go into "stealth mode" when it comes to our daily couplings once our daughters are back in residence.

Mistress was hoping that before our girls arrived there might be one more opportunity for some extramarital fun with her one and off lover, Jay.

"Jay seems to be pulling another disappearing act, slave...."

"Here we go again....."

Unfortunately, Jay seems uncomfortable as a "role player" in our little threesome. He seems to resent "sharing" Mistress, and therefore pulls these occasional sulking routines. I suppose that means we will need to go "christmas shopping" again for another lover for Mistress. Sadly, our conventional avenues seem to have dried up.  The OK Cupid candidates were pretty mediocre this time around. And all the would be "doms" on Collarspace seems to be height challenged, married, or both.

But at least we found a little video inspiration over the weekend. We have been plowing through episodes of "The Crown", the Netflix series documenting the reign of Britain's current Queen.  She and her hubby Phillip are as dry as a cactus in the Mojave desert. It makes you wonder about the viability of virgin births in the royal family.

But then the attention passes to Margaret, the younger and darker sister, who clearly had appetites that her more dutiful older sister was spared.

As season two unfolds, she's hooked up with an artsy photographer named Tony, who seduces her with his lenses, motorcycle and snappy uppercrust patter.

But what Margaret doesn't know before their posh wedding at Westminster Abbey is that Tony has more "catholic" tastes, including a hot oriental dancer, and a couple he cavorts when Margaret is tending to her princessly duties. The plot twist is that Tony appears to be the "Bull" in the threeway dynamic, and apparently impregnated the pretty blonde wife on the eve of the big royal wedding. Horrors!

Considering how boring the Queen and her Prince have become as they age in Buckingham Palace, I for one am hoping that the series focuses more of its attention on Margaret, Tony and his assorted lovers in the final episodes this season.

Better yet, maybe they deserve a spin-off series. Sort of like "The Mary Tyler Moore" show begat "Rhoda" and ""Lou Grant", but with more three-ways. If so, that will help Mistress and slave make it through the current cuckolding dry spell.