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Lockdown Discovery (Cath’s story)
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I knew my husband had a profile on here. We’d some pretty big conversations about a year ago when it seemed like the tensions in our marriage we’re driving us apart. We were both hitting thirty, thinking about starting a family but busy with work and maybe feeling we’d made the wrong choice - best friends who weren’t meant for a life together.
But a friend of mine pushed me to stop moaning to her over the Prosecco and actually talk to Mo (my husband). He was even more reluctant than I was at first, but I made him take a weekend away and took the plunge. Something’s wrong and we might as well face whatever it is.
We sat in that hotel room in on off-season resort and I promised him, whatever was going on for him, I would listen. ‘It’s money or sex’, my friend had predicted. ‘And I bet it’s sex.’
She was right. He really resisted at first but he said he wasn’t sure he could be a decent husband. He had too many thoughts about other women - and the more he tried to stop himself, the more the things came into his head. He didn’t want to tell me, he was ashamed he couldn’t control his feelings better.
I’m not an idiot. I know he looks at porn. So do I. He couldn’t quite take that in at first. I think he’d been so wrapped up in his own stuff the idea that I might be able to do private browsing on my laptop hadn’t occurred to him. Maybe it’s the families we come from, but we both felt there was something shameful about what we were doing. And the feeling of relief when we started to talk was amazing. Like a suffocating fog had lifted off our relationship.
But it took a while to feel comfortable about this new subject. I was glad we were more relaxed, but I realised that just I’d wanted him to be honest with me, he needed me to be honest with him. Now that the cat was out of the bag, he was fascinated to know. What kind of things did I look at? What were my fantasies? We’re there maybe things that could bring the two of us closer by sharing them?
And I wasn’t sure that my husband was quite ready for what I would tell him, if I revealed the truth... |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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Oh great opener. Leaves me wanting to hear more.  |
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over a year ago
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I bet he was ready!!  |
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over a year ago
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I bet you his thoughts no way as naughty as yours? |
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By *j47Man
over a year ago
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We are ready to hear the truth  |
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We’re in a big old house - it’s beautifully furnished, wood panels - a book lined library looking out over the grounds. I’ve told you we’re invited there for the weekend but I haven’t revealed much more. I say it’s a surprise.
And from the moment we arrive it’s luxurious - there are a few discreet servants who show us to our room, guide us around the house and garden, serve us dinner and then leave us in the library with our after dinner drinks. It’s romantic and calming and just what we both enjoy.
You can’t quite understand how I’ve arranged it all but I assure you everything will become clear - and you’re having a great time. We both enjoy smartening up for a night out and I’ve chosen a dress I know you like - the blue-grey one that you say is classy yet gives off the aura of sex. You’re in suit and tie and spruced up with a new haircut and they’ve even polished your leather shoes to perfection while we were taking a walk around the grounds.
I look at you, my brandy glass in my hand, the fire burning in the big open grate, and you look so handsome. And I know I have to tell you the conditions on which we are here. I’m nervous as to how you will react. But I can also feel the idea of what might happen getting me aroused. The surface of my skin tingles against the sheer fabric where my evening dress touches my body.
‘What is it?’ you ask. ‘You look amazing - something about you tonight.’ You look at me with a kind of desire I don’t remember seeing recently, all the ordinary stuff of marriage having diluted the raw feelings we had when we first got together. I want to fuck you there and then, on the wide leather sofa, in front of the fire. But first I have to tell you about the conditions of our visit to this house, and the tastes of our host... |
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By *teveTWMan
over a year ago
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Sounds intriguing x |
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“I think I’ve guessed what it’s all about,” you say. You realised this weekend of luxury had to have a price.
“The guy whose place this is - he wants something in return?”
I nod. I wonder if you’ll work it out on your own or if I’ll have to guide you...
“It’s a sex thing?”
I nod again.
“What do you know about him?”
“We’ve talked,” I said. First it was messages, and then I needed to check he was serious - and safe and legit of course.”
“And he is?”
“It’s been just as he promised so far.”
I can see you’re intrigued and excited, but also a little surprised that I’ve kept this from you until now.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I should have told you before we came. But...”
“You thought I wouldn’t be up for it?”
I nod. It was true - it was such an alluring idea for me I didn’t want to at least get close to the idea of it happening.
“We can leave in the morning with nothing happening. That’s the deal I made with him. I said I couldn’t promise you’d be up for it and he was OK with that. I think he enjoys the game playing. But I also said I would put the proposal to you tonight, and see.”
You’re torn, I can see. It’s all a bit weird and you’re not in control of it. But you’re also intrigued.
“Who is he?” you ask. “What do you know about him?”
“He said he’d be arriving home late, in order to give us time to talk. This is him.”
I show him the pictures of our host on my phone. He’s a handsome, well-dressed older guy, confident and gently authoritative - just as he has been in the video chats I had with him to set up this weekend. He goes with the established feel of these surroundings.
You consider the pictures and look straight at me. “You find him attractive?” you ask me.
I nod. “You don’t mind? He’s so different from you, older, nowhere near as athletic of course. But...”
You’re smiling - “It’s fine”, you say. “I don’t need you to reassure me. Of course we can appreciate other people are good looking. And you’re right, he’s different. It’s kind of...”
You trail off. I raise my eyebrows - what were you about to say?
“Would you be excited to - to sleep with him? To have sex with this guy? Is that what this is about?”
I am about to explain further but you continue.
“Because - I hope you don’t think this is weird of me - the idea of you with another guy... it’s actually something I find really hot. If you’re into it. Would he... Am I really on the wrong wavelength if I say the idea of watching that gets me turned on?”
You look at me a little anxious. This is the first time we’ve gone quite that far with this kind of talk in our marriage.
“You think that’s gross of me?”
I smile and shake my head. I reach out and stroke your arm.
“I think it’s great you feel that way.”
“You do?”
You manage to look incredibly relieved and incredibly horny at the same time.
“Because - looking at you right now, in that dress, watching you enjoy yourself - I could so get in to that. Would you enjoy me watching?”
Somewhere in the distance a car pulls up. It sounds like our host has arrived.
I pull you close to me. I feel the hard muscle of your body beneath your suit. I smell your scent, with a kind of masculine arousal rising from beneath your crisp white shirt.
“The whole thing is making me so excited you wouldn’t believe...” I whisper.
I slip your hand under the sheer material of my dress so you can feel my breast. Both our hearts are beating a little faster. I encourage your fingers to stroke the skin beneath my clothes, reaching gradually for my nipple the way you know I like it.
A door opens and echoes as it shuts behind the arriving master of the house. I lean in and whisper to you.
“The only thing you need to know is - It’s not only me he wants. It’s you too...”
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By *b1976Man
over a year ago
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Very interesting start |
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Mmmm |
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By *teveTWMan
over a year ago
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This could be a great story x |
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Great twist |
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This is great.... don’t stop |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
Gloucester |
Oh fuck !!! Now you tell me! .... hm I’m intrigued |
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The owner of the house stands at the bar, pouring a small golden tumbler. He savours the fumes then turns back to us.
We’re seated on one of the large leather sofas - I’ve taken your hand and hold it confidently. We’re here because of our marriage and I believe that what happens tonight will make it stronger. Although I’m not quite sure what exactly those events will be. My heart is beating with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
“I hope you’ve been looked after well?” The older man has a deep, even voice. He’s used to being naturally in authority and has been nothing but polite and charming to us since he came in to the room. We both nod.
“Thank you. You have a beautiful home.”
“I’m very grateful you are here. Now, I know we’ve talked already but still” - he grips the back of one of the heavy armchairs opposite us - “Let me assure you. You’re my guests and if this is as far as tonight goes, so be it. You can leave the room at any time, sleep in your own room, enjoy breakfast and leave. What happens next has to be your choice, yes?”
I look at you to check. You haven’t had much time to think about what tonight might be. I should have told you before, maybe, but I wasn’t sure how you would react. I’m still not quite sure...
“You’ve explained things to my wife, I know, Mr... er...” you begin.
“No names for now” says the older man. “You can call me ‘sir’. If you’re comfortable with that.” He holds your gaze. There’s the tiniest hint of a power game between you two men. “Or not.”
The older man smiles. He moves around, glass in hand, and settles in to the arm chair.
“We can start with a little game? No pressure. As I say you can leave at any time.”
“We’re fine” you say. You’re my husband, you’re not intimidated by this older guy with his country house and his elegantly tailored suit. “Tell us the game.”
“I think of it like ‘Simon Says’. Only this version is more ‘The Lady Says’. Everything the lady says, you do.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
You shrug. Doesn’t sound that intense to you. “OK.”
I look at you to check - “You’re sure?”
And I see in your eyes the first flicker of doubt - what could be a problem? What would I ask you to do that wouldn’t be OK? And you haven’t had the time to think and prepare for tonight as I have. But you’ve said you’ll play this game and you’re not going to back down in front of this older guy. And I’m excited that you’re prepared to play along. Tingling with excitement.
We both look over to our host. What now? He smiles and gestures - off you go.
I stand up. The game is beginning...
“Stand up?” I say. It’s not quite a command, more a question. But I’m not sure who the question is gut. Is it for you - checking you’re all right to follow my instructions for this game? Or is it for our host. Checking I’m playing the game the right way?
You stand.
“Take my hand” I tell you. “Come closer. Put your face against mine. Kiss my neck.”
I feel the warm touch of your lips as you give me the familiar sensation that you know turns me on, breathing me in deep as you explore from the nape of my neck to beneath my chin, inches from where you caressed my breast beneath my evening dress.
Yet as you kiss me my eyes are across the room, watching the reaction of the older man in the armchair. I know you can feel his eyes on you too. And a warm flicker of arousal tingles between my legs and fills my body... |
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By *isiseCouple
over a year ago
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I'm really glad I found this story before I went to sleep. I hope it influences my dreams! Can't wait for the next installment.
(female half of couple) x |
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By *ogue78Man
over a year ago
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I'm liking how this has started! |
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Horny |
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By *untooMan
over a year ago
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Another great story in the making from this fabulous writer |
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WOW, such well written start, I certainly hope this carries on! |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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Mmm getting me turned on for sure. |
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So good |
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By *andg2019Couple
over a year ago
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As well written as every other story from you. So much suspense leading from post to post. |
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By *teveTWMan
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Excellent writing |
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By *vbikerMan
over a year ago
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Looking forward to next part of this story |
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I'll give it three month....
Tops. |
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Can't wait for the next installment |
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By *D123Man
over a year ago
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Just found this story. Great start, hope it continues! |
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Intriguing!! Can't wait for the next instalment... |
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I move you behind me as you kiss my neck at the point behind the bottom of my ear which you know turns me on. I'm facing the older man in his suit as he sits, drink in hand, watching the two of us.
You whisper into my ear: 'Whatever you want... Whatever turns you on.' I reach behind me and stroke the back of your head, pulling you close into me.
With my other hand, I guide your hand across the front of my dress. Making sure our host's eyes are on me, I lift your hand until it cups my breast through the sheer material of my evening dress. You know how I love you massaging my tits and you run your fingers across them, making me moan with pleasure,
I look the man in the chair straight in the eyes as you ease the top of my breast out of the cup of my bra so that it moves loose under my dress. I feel the gentle friction of the silky material against my hardening nipple. I smile straight at the man in the chair. I want him to see how much you, my husband, know my body and what excites me. But I'm also thrilled by how much showing ourselves off to this stranger is getting me turned on.
Your fingers find my aroused nipple through the fabric of my dress. You grip it gently between thumb and forefinger, applying pressure the way you know I like it. I run my tongue around my lips as you do it, playing up for the man in the chair. He smiles - he's enjoying this.
And so are you - I arch my back and push my arse against the crotch of your trousers and I feel your swollen cock. As you feel me push my body against your dick you let out a gasp of pleasure. You grip me tighter - and I decide to push things a little further...
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By *oss25Man
over a year ago
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Mmmmmmmm, sounds like a perfect evening |
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Please keep going |
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By *teveTWMan
over a year ago
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So good ... more please |
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This is starting off really great. |
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This story needs to continue soon |
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The man in the chair signals for things to turn a little. You can’t see the look on his face but I have a sense of where we need to go next.
I turn to face you, pull your head towards me and kiss you. I push my tongue into your mouth, which I can tell surprises you. It’s usually me who lets you inside me, exploring me with your tongue the way you do so well when your face is in my pussy. But tonight will be a bit different.
I turn you so now you’re facing our host, with me embracing you from behind. I press myself against your back, enjoying the firm muscles against my breasts and thighs. I bring one of your hands behind you so you can draw it up my legs, lifting my dress, your fingers touching the edge of my panties.
And all the whole I unbutton your shirt, exposing you to the gaze of the older man in the suit watching. This isn’t quite what you expected - but you’re turned on and in a zone where everything that’s going on is hot. You can feel my body pressing against yours, my hands brushing your bare skin as I open your shirt, and your hand behind your back massaging my upper thigh as it slips beneath the lacy border of my knickers towards my wet cunt.
But you’re also aware of this man’s eyes on you. He gives nothing away, but you feel strange being displayed to him in that way, stripped for his visual pleasure. You almost feel like he’s using you - for some fantasy of his own. If you had been told in advance this was where tonight was heading would you have agreed?
But now here you are, stripped to the waist, my hands stroking your bare chest and stomach as you stand in front of this older man. You know he desires you. Part of you feels this needs to stop before it goes any further. But part of you deep down wants to go on... |
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So hot!
Look forward to next chapter... |
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great story... |
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Skilled x sensitive and erotic writing |
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Interested to see what happens next |
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The older man fixes you with his eyes. I know you’re forcing yourself not to look away. I squeeze your hand in mine and place it between my legs. I want you to feel how turned on this is making me, here with this guy in the room with us. And if I’m this wet now…
The man in the chair signals to you. It’s the tiniest gesture but it feels commanding. I give you a gentle push of encouragement and you step forward. You stand in front of him, your torso exposed, breathing heavily from the horny time you’ve been having with me.
‘Tell your husband what you want him to do’ says the older man. ‘Tell him what you want to see.’
I hesitate. Can I do this? Now we’re at this point it feels so huge. My heart is pounding.
‘You said it was what you wanted. You know he wants to do what you want. Don’t you?’ He asks you and I see you nod slightly. It’s as if you’ve already allowed him a certain power over you.
‘Um,’ I say. ‘Kneel down.’ You hesitate. Really? Is that what I want from you?
‘Your wife asked you to kneel down’ says the older man. ‘Kneel.’
And you do. You kneel in front of this man. And as he stands up from his chair and steps toward you I see your eyes flicker to where the crotch of his suit has a bulging outline… |
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You guys are going to a place where you need to trust each other and if it works for you both it will and can save your marrage |
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More please |
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Just wondering if this story is going to continue or not.?  |
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‘Open your mouth’ I tell my kneeling husband. Again, a flicker of a pause before he decides to do as I ask.
The older man steps a little closer. He reaches down and with one finger strokes my husband’s cheek. The finger travels across his face until it reaches the edge of his lip. My husband doesn’t move, but I can sense his heart beating. And mine is too. But there’s something else making my body tense and my breath quicken. My husband is a handsome man, but it’s as if I’m seeing him in a whole new way. As an object of sexual desire. As the choice of this powerful older man.
The older man pulls slightly at my husband’s lip, letting the moistness of his mouth wet the tip of his finger. Slowly, commandingly, he runs his finger around his mouth, forcing it to open a little wider. I can’t explain why watching this is such a turn on - it’s as if that finger is exploring the flesh around the entrance to my cunt, making it moist and longing, like my husband’s open lips… |
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By *j47Man
over a year ago
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Delighted this is back |
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We need more of this. It’s just starting to get good. And is so well written |
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Great story |
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By *untooMan
over a year ago
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Great writing. More please |
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