This is a work of fiction. I am not an old man and neither am I a woman. I have no hands on knowledge of spanking and very little of BDSM. I apologise if there is failure in the detail. Any similarity to persons live or dead is purely incidental. Enjoy and thanks for reading.
CH3
Lockdown Week 14 Visitors from other households now allowed to visit outside.
It was a crazy weekend. Neither Sarah nor her husband the energy for sex and it was Monday before Hubby went to work and left her on her own. Sarah retrieved the box from the shoe box pile and in trepidation cut open the tape. Inside was another box. It was very expensive looking with the monogram "Garvin of France" in gold leaf on it and a gold ribbon bow tying the box lid on. She pulled the tail of the bow and removed the lid.
She was met with a layer of quality tissue paper laid flat. Upon it was a card printed in gold leaf. "For your comfort when you visit." Under the tissue she found a pair of pure silk French knickers and a card which had "For Comfort." in gold leaf sat on another piece of tissue. Lifting this she found another pair, similar in size and shape but with another gilded card stating "For hot sweaty days." Holding them up she realised they were completely crotchless. The opening designed to reach from the top of the pubis to half way up your backside. The cool silk felt sensuous in her soft hands. The next layer of tissue found a silk and lace thong with a card that read "A little chilly in the winter." and then below the next a crotchless Silk and lace G string with a card reading "For Porn Star slut days." Four pairs of pure silk knickers all the right size 14.
The next sheet revealed a beautiful unpadded silk and lace half cup bra, 36C with a hook and eye front clasp. He'd even got the size right. The card read "Every day." Finally a silk and lace suspender belt and four pairs of real silk stockings with varying lace tops and another card saying "Every day." She pondered the choice of luxury and undoubtedly very expensive lingerie and deduced a choice of knickers to suit every mood to be worn with a half cup bra and suspenders and stockings. Assumedly just for his entertainment. She tried on the crotchless French knickers and the bra, suspenders and stockings. All were a perfect fit and she felt unbelievably sensual. She had never experienced the soft cool feel of real silk before. The bra though was clearly not for serious wear. It barely contained her nipples and every time she leant forward both breasts tumbled out, a deliberate design feature on his behalf. She put each and every item back in the box in the order they came out, placed the gold ribbon inside and placed it between shoe boxes again.
On Wednesday she received a text from the Major "Are you able to help with shopping tomorrow? 2.00pm or thereabouts, might you be suitably dressed if you are able to attend?"
"I believe I have an hour or so I could give you." She replied
"Marvellous. It might be warm again so I'll have something cold ready for you. See you tomorrow 2pm sharp. M."
"Suitably dressed." she thought. "He's expecting me to wear this stuff already."
Sarah spent the rest of the day and most of the evening pondering the situation. There was no doubt she was experiencing sex far more powerful than she had ever imagined. The Major had created quite an insatiable monster inside her but it was a monster she was unsure she wanted to feed. Her marriage was basically sound but had become boring and uninteresting. Age and lifestyle was taking its toll on them both and there was now little spark left. Maybe if she played this right she might reignite some passion inside her which maybe she could rub off onto her husband but she knew if he were to become aware of what was going on their marriage was at great risk and she could lose everything they had put many years of hard work into. Incalculable risk she decided.
In bed that evening she decided to initiate sex with hubby. She placed her head on his chest as they watched their usual late night TV and her hand inevitably crept down to his manhood which soon hardened appropriately. Soon he rolled her onto her back, played with and licked her tits and her nipples, then toyed with her clit until she had a weak climax. He entered her but at that point she knew that she would not experience the full climax she got with penetration so she would be left only half satisfied as usual. Same ol same ol. As hubby wallowed about inside her, she pictured the huge bulge in the Majors trousers, trying to imagine its presence inside her. She came hard. Really hard. Harder in fact than she had for years. When he'd finished she went to the loo and cleaned herself up returning to find hubby already asleep still sweating profusely in the heat.
She slept fitfully with vivid dreams of huge cocks ravaging her sex, touching every single nerve ending all at once, old knobbly hands molesting her breasts and her nipples and hungry mouths with rigid tongues lapping and sucking her most sensitive parts whilst she enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. She saw images of grey and sparse pubic hairs thrusting towards her face and fountains of cum exploding down her throat, the taste barely there but not at all unpleasant as she had always imagined. All the while she was totally unable to prevent the onslaught due to invisible restraints keeping her in whatever position they wanted. Or was it... she wanted.
In the darkness she awoke with a sweaty start, her hand between her legs tight up against her warm moist vulva. Her clit was throbbing and it felt twice its normal size. Half a touch of it sent her into orgasm. She shut her legs tight, almost crushing her hand and she desperately tried not to disturb her partner sleeping soundly next to her. She knew at that moment that life could never be the same, she had to experience this, she had to know if this could be real, she had to make it happen.
Thursday arrived with the chirping of the birds, bright sunshine streaming through the curtains and the annoying sound of the alarm clock on hubby's bedside table. He got up and went to his morning chores. Make a cup of tea. Make sandwiches and a flask for his lunch and get things ready to go out to the daily grind. He thought about last nights sex, about how it seemed so usual and mundane until all of a sudden she exploded around his cock. He'd not been able to feel her come so hard for years, longer than he could remember. It was almost like something had possessed her. It was almost like... the young little thing he had been shagging for the last couple of Thursday afternoons. Tight, willing and wanting every thrust and every inch of him. If Sarah still had half the enthusiasm and a rather broader mind he wouldn't be anywhere near that tight little furry pussy or the cock hungry, pouty mouth that went with it.
He missed pubes. When she had first done it, Sarah's shaved snatch was exciting for a change but he soon realised that he didn't really like it. Besides wondering why or for whom she had originally done it, he missed their feel and the sight of them. When your finger tips feel soft and furry pubes you know where you are, third base, where the real fun starts. You know you are just an inch or two away from the important bits. You know she's probably not going to say no. Then there are see through knickers and short skirts. No point if there's nothing to see. No little dark patch above the gusset, no neat little landing strip. No suggestion of the pleasures that lie behind that flimsy triangle. Now it's just more bare flesh and usually stubble. Actually there seemed to be bit more than stubble last night. They seemed a bit longer, a bit softer than usual. He took Sarah her cup of tea, pecked her on the cheek and said "See ya later horny".
"The only thing she was blowing this morning was that cup of tea" he thought as he descended the stairs end exited the front door.
Sarah's morning passed like she felt most of her life did, mundanely and uninterestingly lacking excitement and just the same as every other morning. After lunch she took a cool shower. She scrubbed and cleaned and groomed everywhere until she got to her shaving routine. Her armpits went without a thought but as she cocked a leg to start her intimate bits she stopped and looked at her pubic area. She hadn't shave for a week and there were now short but downy dark hairs in evidence. "The major might approve of those" she thought but then harked back to her own preferences. She shaved her entire labia, perenium and anal areas smooth as before but left the front as was except for a little tidying around the edges. She dried herself thoroughly and applied some light talcum powder hoping she might stay a little dryer and then used her aerosol deodorant before retrieving the Majors white box from her wardrobe.
*****
CH4
At precisely 1.59pm Sarah rang the Majors doorbell which he answered at precisely 2.00pm.
"My," said the Major "Don't you look a pretty picture. And bang on time too." he said checking his watch "Come in come in my dear. Come and meet my Colonel."
Sarah had not been planning on the presence of a guest, least of all another military type and maybe now was regretting some of her attire choices. On the other hand she was reminded of the previous nights dream. Maybe this was a premonition. Maybe her brain had seen this coming. The Major took her through to the back garden where she was formally introduced to the Colonel. A stout upright man, probably not as old the Major but at least as imposing, equally gracious but rather more charming.
"Ahh you must be the lovely Sarah." said the Colonel rising to his feet. "I have heard so many delightful things about you my dear. It is so good to know that the Major has someone so wonderful to offer help and assistance and satisfy his needs when required now that his good lady has passed. However I think old Hoss here has somewhat understated your charms. I have so looked forward to making your acquaintance."
Sarah was a little taken aback at the Colonels gushing greeting and was a little concerned at what the Major may have portrayed her as.
"Thank you sir. I like to know that the Major is safe and sound but I am not sure who "Hoss" might be. I am just here today to help the Major with his shopping delivery which is due any time now. May I make you both a cup of tea perhaps whilst I await its arrival?"
"Splendid idea, Splendid."
Sarah went to remove herself to the kitchen but overheard the Colonel and the Major as she left.
"I say Hoss, what a splendid filly that one is. Does she ride well?"
"Why Colonel, I have not had the pleasure of her riding yet but she does take the crop well."
"Splendid, splendid, she has a fabulous rear." was the last she heard the Colonel whisper as she entered the back door.
The shopping arrived whilst she was making tea. She shouted out from the kitchen that tea would be a little longer as she would deal with the shopping first to avoid any defrosting. She went to the front door and bending at the hip reached the bags of the floor and took them to the kitchen. Without thinking she placed the bags on the floor in front of her, her bending down causing the hem of her dress to rise above her silk stocking tops and exposing the clasp. She returned to the front door and again bent to collect more bags and again put them down in the kitchen.
A third trip saw all the bags on the kitchen floor much to the delight of the two "gentlemen" surreptitiously admiring the view from the back door. All through packing away the bags contents, unknown to her watchers, she willingly flashed the two eager voyeurs. The low down bottom shelves meant quite a bend and the high up top shelves involved quite a tall stretch once again exposing her bare thighs much to their mutual delight.
Seeing the last bags disappearing, the men quickly scampered back to the wooden garden picnic bench and table and left Sarah to make some tea. She emerged shortly with a tray laden with a teapot, two cups and saucers, a small jug of milk, a sugar bowl with spoon and a side plate of mixed biscuits and placed the tray on the table next to the Major.
"Shall I pour?" She asked with a little flirt in her voice.
"Please do." said the Major.
