In the evening she says she might go for a walk. I encourage her. After all we’ve been locked in all day. (One day in early lock down as we were having dinner, discussing lockdown, she had said: ‘What the fuck are people having affairs going to do?’ She'd then looked up at me smiling broadly. ‘That’s them stuffed isn’t it? How will they see each other?’ ‘I don’t see why.’ I had replied. ‘People are allowed out for exercise. They’ll just co-ordinate their daily exercise and meet up somewhere.’ I'd thought 'Boom! Get in! Talk about putting ideas into her head!' She’d looked back to her meal and quietly carried on eating. I’d become deflated. I figured I must have killed that conversation. ) Since then she’s often been out running, walking, or at the lake with the kids. It’s good that she can get out. I can’t. I’m high risk because of the head injury that I sustained, in the fall that crippled me (I walk with a stick) and ended my climbing days. I always encourage her to get out there. She runs wearing leggings that I bought her which she initially worried were indecent. I’d assured her that they aren’t. Really I think they certainly are. They are flesh coloured and they hug so tight round her perfect ass and legs that you can practically see her pussy lips. She might as well be naked. Still, she seems perfectly comfortable running in them these days. Little steps... Today she’s out on her walk for a very long time. When she comes back she’s full of tales of various friends and neighbors that she met. I guess that’s what took her so long. It sounds like everyone is out there. It is a nice evening. She’s bumped into Steve. She says he was off up the hill, with some beer, to watch the sunset. She talks excitedly of their conversation. (Like a little girl.) Of the amazing renovation work that he’s told her all about. I listen attentively. Later, as we get ready for bed, I can’t resist bringing up Steve. I don’t want to. I’m still not comfortable with the idea of her and Steve. I don’t really want to coax her into cuckolding. It's just that I can’t stop myself. And seriously... mentioning him before bed, so that she might dream about him, is not actually going to work is it? I try to be subtle. (Not one of my strong points.) I act like I’m puzzled about something. ‘Climbing the hill with beers to watch the sunset must be against the lockdown rules… ‘ She gives me a puzzled sideways glance as she’s bent brushing her teeth at the sink. She looks so sexy in that moment, like a younger Ulrika Jonsson. I think ‘I’ve pitched it wrong. It’s clumsy. It sounds critical or judgemental of him. I try to pull it back. I say ‘Still... it must be really nice up there with nobody about. Good on him!‘ ‘Well it’s exercise. ‘ She’s stopped brushing and she’s holding the electric toothbrush next to her mouth. She seems irritated. ‘Anyway that doesn’t matter a hang. It’s dangerous! I’m more worried about him coming back down after he’s drunk them. What if he fell on the way back or something? There would be nobody to get help!’ ‘I don’t think Steve needs anyone’s help with those hills honey. Even with a few beers inside him.’ ‘I’d be worried about anyone up there alone! What if he was hurt and he couldn’t get down and nobody would even know!’ It seems like I've royally fucked up here. I decide it’s best to get on with brushing my own teeth and let the conversation end. Implanting the dream seed of a mountainside rescue nightmare, into her subconscious, was not what I had in mind. I finish brushing my teeth and head to bed leaving her in the bathroom. A little later, as I’m laid in bed reading, she appears in the doorway. She’s wearing a black fishnet body stocking that I bought her. My eyes must practically be popping out if my head. She’s never worn it before. I’ve been worried that she isn’t ready for it. I've been kicking myself for pushing sexy lingerie too far too soon. As she leans against the doorway it seems that I'm right. She isn't ready for it. She raises her arms, hangs on the door frame, and looks down at herself. ‘It makes me look like a prostitute.’ ‘Nothing could make you look like a prostitute gorgeous. You look amazing.’ ‘I’m going to change it!’ In an instant she's gone. Fuck it! I feel utterly deflated. I knew she wasn’t ready for that one. Damn my impatience! Idiot! But then... to my surprise... she comes back. She still has it on. She still has it on! She’s pure sex. Her slim athletic body hugged tight in black fishnet. She shyly slinks onto the bed and kisses me. I kiss her long, slow, and tenderly. It seems to build her confidence. Suddenly she pins me down and squats above me. (She’s been getting more and more dominant lately. Ever since she gave up on me dominating her. Which is what she would prefer. Only I’m no good at it.) She eases herself onto my throbbing cock. She rides it like she wants to break it. She cums all over it moaning like it’s the first one she’s ever had inside her. She’s ravenous. Insatiable. I lay back and enjoy the show. Watching her toned body. Watching her pussy working my cock. Watching her face, eyes closed, head back, mouth wide. She is made for sex! I put a hand on her breast. She slaps my face. She takes the hand and puts it back by my side. ‘No touching unless I say so! You know that.' I obey. She's on her feet, crouching. She's putting on a show that I could watch all night. Eventually she lowers herself onto her knees and locks her lower legs under mine. She kisses me and groans "Fuck me!" I need you to fuck me.' She's so wet that I can feel it running down over my balls. "I need a real man's cock!" She thrusts her tongue into my mouth. Each time she brings herself to the brink of orgasm I shift sightly to back her off. She's increasingly desperate. Eventually I relent and pull her onto me to give her what she’s gagging for. I hold her hair and her ass as I thrust deep into her. She cums for ages. She's always been loud. But she’s literally never had an orgasm this loud, or lasting this long. I try to keep her going as long as I can. It’s incredible how much this lingerie turns her on. Her orgasm over, she’s still working my cock. She kisses me ravenously. ‘I want your cum inside me.’ I fuck her harder still. For all that I try not to, I can’t keep from imagining that I am Steve. She cums again as imaginary Steve fills her with his seed.