Testing, Testing

 Hi all..... miss us?  Hope at least a few of our world wide following can still find this blog. Are sex blogs a thing anymore?  Or has everyone moved onto Tik Toks of kinky kittens? I guess we will find out

Mistress and slave have been languishing here at our SW retreat, enjoying this ski season.  Wish we had more to report on the cuckolding / kink front.  This is a small town and the opportunities for developing "friends with benefits" for the Molly are sadly limited. 

But yesterday a page may have been  turned.  We met up for lunch with our former Western Correspondent on a road trip to the Mile High City to pick up our youngest daughter at the airport. She's visiting us from her current home across the pond. 

Molly had been texting with the WC from time to time over the last two weeks.  She alluded to some smutty messages but did no show me the details. Nor was it my position as her loyal slave to press her on the matter.

It's been a while since we saw the WC.  About 5 years to be precise. He's looking fit after some lifestyle changes.  Good for him, When he left his job as our freelance Western Correspondent there were some hefty bar tabs still unpaid on the company AMEX card. 

After hugs were exchanged,  we sidled into a booth at a restaurant out in the 'burbs, WC next to Molly and me across the table from them. (It just seemed natural that way). 

WC was in a flirtatious mode, and Mistress hardly discouraged his playful attention. Over lunch we talked about "old times", our blog buddies like Donna and the late great Suzanne. We even made plans to get together again this summer, and maybe sooner.

After we ate I excused myself from the table to visit the Gents and when I returned I could tell they had been talking about "old times" when their relationship, at least via phone and text, had bordered on the sexual.  (You can scroll back through the blog to read about their occasional phone sex).

When it was time to leave for the airport, the WC walked us to the car, then pressed Mistress agains the passenger door for a tight hug and gentle grope.  Handsy was a good way to put it.  But Mistress was unoffended, to put it mildly.  Maybe receptive is a better word.

On the drive to the airport, I asked "so how did that go, Mistress....."

"It was fun to see him again, Slave....could you tell his hands were up my thigh all through lunch?"

"Uh...no....." It made me consider whether Mistress had worn those sexy black tights in the long drive north just for me?  Or, just maybe, for the WC too.

"Did that turn you on, Mistress?"  

"Kind of slave.... I'm not used to that sort of attention these days...."

On the way back home, our daughter safe but sleepy in the back seat, it was clear Mistress was getting a few more texts from the WC.  She was giggling a bit, and made some vague comments to me that would not raise our daughter's suspicion that her aging parents were engaged in some "creepy" hijinks. 

And then one popped up on my phone too.  It was a little distracting.  But it was clear the WC was planning to raise the temperature (quite) a bit.  

By the time we pulled into our High Dessert hideway it was midnight. All of us crashed.  Mistress and slave did not have  the energy to share and discuss the messages from the WC or what might come next. Or how to respond.

So stay tuned.

All's Well - At least here in the High Desert

 Sadly, it's been months since we posted any sexual hijinks here.  Several of you have noticed and asked if we are cool. 

We've been enjoying our semi-retirement here in our SW Hideaway, which has become our permanent home. And our  daily sexual activities remain on track (with a day off during a recent COVID encounter). But in terms of cuckolding....not so much.  We've found it hard to find suitably engaging and appealing gentlemen interested in that peculiar dynamic.  This is a small town, and the pool of potential bulls is tiny.  Add that to the ongoing fears of catching or spreading a dread disease, and the cockolding "Bull" seems like a Unicorn these days.

Hope all our devoted readers are well. We will try to update more regularly, and will certainly let you know if the Unicorn pops up to graze in our pasture!

Meanwhile....back in the land of Molly and mick fan fiction!

 While Mistress was enjoying a night out with her new lover K, we continued to hear from her suitor up in Utah.  Whether we will ever see him in person is far from certain.  But he clearly has spent some time stoking his own imagination over what might be, and then putting it in correspondence to her.  Here is the next "chapter" of his musings!

I sit on the sofa with my good girl molly, our arms intertwined, our hands clasping each other as she leans her pretty head on my shoulder. We are happy to be together again after some time apart. I lean over, inhale deeply and smell her hair... she looks and smells beautiful. At my direction, she spent several hours earlier today preparing herself for our dinner date. Per my instructions, she had cuckold mick drive her first to the nail salon where he waited obediently as his wife got her nails done, knowing full well it was for her date with me tonight. Then just as I instructed, cuckold mick drove his wife to the hair salon where her beautiful hair was done up just the way I like it. Again, the cuckold  obediently waited in the hair salon as he watched his wife getting prepared for our date. 

 

Molly and I both enjoy making the cuck take an active and even humiliating role in his wife's preparation for our dates, to put him in his place, as he brings his wife to get her nails and hair done, as he waits patiently, and then pays for her beauty treatments. Although Molly is beautiful to me even without such preparation, I enjoy knowing she is doing as I instructed her to do, that she is taking the time and making the effort to look even more beautiful for me, and that the cuck is doing his part as our obedient slave boy to get his wife looking even nicer for our dates and our time together. Cuckold mick feels the humiliation of such obedience as he drives his wife to her appointments, knowing full well she is doing this for me, not for him, and as he then watches her preparation for our date. His humiliation is fueled even further as he pulls out his credit card to pay for his wife's preparation... as he knows it is all being done for her time with me... and that it is all being done per my instructions.

 

As we sit together on the sofa, my girl  looks absolutely ravishing ... as she always does. We both feel a deep peace and satisfaction, knowing that she truly has become my girl, my very good and pleasing girl. She tells me she is so happy I could be here with her tonight, especially because was waiting all week to hear from me... and that she is so glad we could get together tonight for dinner... and more. At dinner, as Molly and I sat close together with cuckold mick on the other side of the table, he told me he was glad I could be here with them tonight, because his wife was growing a bit irritable and impatient  this week, and how she was harsher with him than usual... but he knew it was an expression of her growing concern at not hearing from me... and her growing impatience at not being able to see me... and her growing desire to be with me. 

 

Both Molly and cuckold mick know better than to complain about my not reaching out to her this past week.  I typically  talk with her several times a week, but this was a busy week for me, so I didn't. 

Part of me also realized that it would be a good lesson in patience for Molly, so I did not make the extra effort to reach out to her. In addition to it being a good lesson in patience, I knew it would also be a good lesson in appreciation for her... as well as for cuckold mick... for both of them to appreciate even more what I bring to the table.. or to the bed as the case may be... as I take the beautiful molly as my girl and take control of both of them as my good and obedient and pleasing couple.

 

My cock is still aroused, though a bit more relaxed now than it was in the car ride home, as molly showed me how well she remembered her training about how I like her to lick my balls and suck my cock. I love the way her tongue feels as I tell her to not miss a single spot, and she doesn't. I love the way she obeys when I tell her "Ass up" and how her ass looks as I pull up her dress and pull down her panties. The pink lacy panties she knows I like so much. I like her in pink or red or black panties, and she never disappoints, either in her obedience to my preferences or in how beautiful her lovely ass looks and feels to me.... I love the way her tongue feels as she licks with such purpose and devotion... and I love how her mouth feels around my hard cock as she does her best to show me her devotion. 

 

As we both sat  on the sofa together, cuckold mick pleased both of us when he crawled over to our feet and asked us, as he has been trained to do, if he could remove our shoes. I love the mischievous and satisfied look in Molly's eyes when she sees or hears her husband doing exactly as he has been trained or told to do... especially those things which make it so clear to all of us what a good boy he has become for us.

 

"Remove Molly's shoes first, good boy, in the manner you have been trained," I respond to cuckold don's question. 

 

As he has been trained to do, cuckold mick replies "Yes, Sir",  lowering his head to his wife's feet, kissing each shoe reverently before slowly and carefully unbuckling each of her lovely high heels. I always like how my girl  looks in high heels, so elegant, so refined, so beautiful, and oh so sexy. After cuckold mick removes his wife's  heels, and places them neatly together to the side, he places his palms on the floor on each side of her feet and lowers his head to just above her feet, waiting for my command to begin worshipping his wife's feet... which one to start with... and how I want him to worship her feet.

 

I make him wait awhile as I glance over at molly  and squeeze her hand. As I look into her eyes, we smile at each other, then I say two words to the cuck , "Left. Kiss." He obediently begins kissing her bare left foot, and as he does, I begin kissing her beautiful lips as I pull her close to me. As she feels her husband's lips on her feet, she feels mine on her mouth, and my tongue as I pull her close to me and begin exploring her tasty mouth, exploring it fully and forcefully, making it clear  that she is mine. I enjoy making her feel like the queen she is as her obedient husband kisses her left foot, and I enjoy making her feel like the desired slave girl she is as I claim her mouth forcefully and pull her to me, squeezing her full breasts softly at first, then harder and harder. The passion of the moment  guides the movement of my tongue,  lips, and  hands. My cock grows instantly as I begin to take physical possession of her lush body,  sense her surrender and hear and see her growing arousal... her moans... her thrusting... her responsive tongue and hands as she grasps my arms and reaches down to feel my hard cock... all showing me, and showing her obedient husband, how thoroughly excited and happy she is to be in my presence once again.

 

--- to be continued ---

 

Responding To Advice from A Reader

 One of our readers recently commented about his concerns about Mistress's post-pandemic lover.  The guy we are calling K.

He expressed his view that K had "sexually abused" Molly with his large cock, causing her to ask for "breaks" as the evening proceeded.

I took his concerns seriously and asked Molly what she thought. 

"It was not sexual abuse, slave....yes...his cock is big....very big.....but when I asked for a break he always followed my lead....we never started up again without my go ahead....."

When we both met with K before their first "date" he was pretty clear (and reassuring) about his desire to get Mistress's consent if any when any action were to proceed. No "safe words" were involved.  Just a simple "slow down", "stop" or "let's take a break" would work.  And that's how Mistress described their Friday night get together last week. 

The same with "contact play".  He told us he preferred to simply use his hand to spank, as opposed to implements like crops, so he could better measure the response of his "subject".  Mistress described the spanking he administered as particularly squirm inducing. 

Yes, Mistress's lady parts were "tender" for several days after an evening interfacing with one of the largest cocks she's experienced...ever. Part of that may have been because for the preceding 18 months or so she's had to make do with her slave's "work-a-day" cock.  So some stretching was bound to happen. The involvement of a condom may also have added to the irritation. But Mistress rejects the notion that "sexual abuse" was involved simply because K has a super-sized cock to deploy.  And all those orgasms made for a night to remember. 

"But one thing is clear, slave...I'm not going to be able to do it with him more than once every 2-3 weeks."

Recovery time will be needed. 

Of course, whether and when Mistress gets back together with K will be up to her, and her alone.