First Lockdown Gerren and Stephen alone

Late April 2020

The first lockdown didn’t present any major problems for us. We were both able to work from home. I could analyse my geological results and write out my theories and reports and start to write my book on rare earths and Stephen had set up microwave equipment on the roof of the house so he could communicate with his employers, the government, and the various outposts he controlled here in the West of Cornwall.

I had been delighted and surprised and overwhelmed with love when Stephen had arranged for his posting here in West Penwith because he wanted to be with me. The surprise mainly was due to the amount of International Internet traffic that passes through Cornwall, at Whitesand Bay, Porthcurno and up in the far north in Bude, where there is a branch of GCHQ. Stephen’s work was to watch for breaches of security and attacks on Internet security and to co-ordinate responses . He had set up his office in a spare room in our annex, from which I was not allowed to enter. That was fine by me. I loved the man.

So it was that Stephen would be locked up in his office for a few hours during the day and I’d be working on my computer in the main room or outside on the patio if it was a decent day and potter about in my little geological museum.

Five thirty each night I’d start to prepare the evening meal, on cooler days I’d make a stew on warmer days I’d make a salad. This particular evening it was cool. I’d found some dated carrots, baby potatoes, and threw then into my rarely used Pressure cooker, with come onions, Thick herbed sausages from my family farms outlet a large tin of beans, and herbs from the garden and garlic. I was chopping the carrots when Stephen came behind me, being loving, and touchy feely with me as always, his huge arms around me and he nuzzled my neck and showered me with lots of tiny kisses.

I adored the man. We’d been married less than a year, had this bloody COVID virus hit the world and had to cancel our much planned and delayed honeymoon, sailing in the South Pacific. We made the lockdown work for us. Although, the surprise inheritance that Stephen received on our marriage had made us so comfortable that both of us needn’t have to work, we continued to do so. We had no physical contact with others but were totally into each other. The land with what was now OUR home meant that we had space to walk about, and we could walk through another field and talk to my brother Goron, his wife Laura, and my nephew Pascoe from a short distance without physical contact.

I finished preparing the vegetable for the stew and turned to face my man his huge arms now around my back and kissed him with all the love I could muster. He pushed his arms just below my armpits and threw my arms up into the air so that they landed on his broad shoulders, and he took my head gently in his hands and leaned down to return my kisses. Our bodies crushed together and as always; I could feel the hardness of his cock growing against mine as he ground his hips against mine. Putting his forehead against mine and his hazel eyes boring deep into mine, he asked what I was doing for supper, and he suggest that he look for a bottle of wine from the collection his mother and father had given us on our wedding. We had hardly drunk any of it. There was over three hundred bottles including whiskeys, and other spirits and wines galore from all over the world.

Stephen called out from the wine room we had set up to ask if an Australian red would be fine.

“It says it’s Plum and Blueberry with a soft oak finish. I think I drank this a lot when I was out in Oz”. “It didn’t kill me”. He announced, twisting the metal screwed cap on the bottle and getting two large wine glasses from the cupboard and pouring way too much into them. We clinked glasses and I tasted the wine it was fine.

He walked back into the kitchen with a bottle and showed it to me. I gave him a nod and switched on the pressure cooker. In our conservatory we sat down to have a glass of wine whilst waiting for the food and within twenty minutes I was releasing the pressure and thickening up the sauce of the stew.

“How would you like it” I questioned him. “Liquid or thick to line the stomach”?

“Stomach lining sounds wonderful”. I was assured.

Within five minutes we were eating the stew from bowls sat on cushions on out laps.

Stephen volunteered to wash up and prepare a light desert of fresh fruit and ice cream. We then walked down to our shelter at the end of our land and watched the sun go down over the Atlantic, discussing the luck that we had that we had space and that we were together. I had some disturbing news for Stephen.

“You’re not going to like this but Ned is coming to the fields for two weeks”.

Ned was our prized Jersey bull who seemed to have taken a dislike to Stephen. Actually the truth is that Ned, the friendliest Jersey bull in the world, was suspicious of Stephen. On a visit to my family farm during our early days of courting, I had taken Stephen to the milking parlour to show him what happened and my brother Goron asked if Stephen would like to have a go to put on the milk claw on the teats of a cow. Stephen had watched my brother and I do the work on most of the cows and we had secretly arranged a joke with him.

I left the parlour to fetch a cow for him. Goron called out for me to bring in the cow for Stephen and I guided Ned into the milking shed. This was something new for Ned as he’d never been inside of the shed and all he could smell was cows, and he got a bit excited. I mean really excited. I guided Ned into the frame and Goron told him to put the cluster on after wiping the teats clean. Now you would have thought that the big man would have known better but, he bent down not to see a cows udder but Ned’s massive erection. Goron and I were pissing ourselves laughing at Stephen’s embarrassment but God bless him, he kept his composure. Ned on the other hand was a bit pissed off at being dragged away back to the field not having seen a single cow, snorting away showing off his annoyance. After that every time Stephen was near to Ned, he’s run towards Stephen snorting at him. My thoughts were that Ned was impressed by Stephens build and height.

Stephen took the news of Ned’s occupation of the field well. He’d keep the grass down for a while and then go back to his usual pastures and it was only for two weeks.

Back in the house we went back upstairs, and stripped. I watched him carefully as he took off his shirt with his back to me, watching his V frame and back muscles ripple as the material rose up off his hard frame and I marvelled at his huge muscled arms when he lifted them upwards to pull off the shirt. I still felt a frisson of excitement when I saw his muscled flesh. He folded the shirt and placed it on the chair by the wall, and then unbuttoned his fly and dropped the butt hugging trousers revealing his marvellously built legs and more importantly his backside seemingly held together with the rear straps of his support. Again, I was in awe of him. The trousers were tidily folded and placed with the shirt on the chair.

I was already naked on the bed, my clothes in the laundry basket. Stephen still had his back to me as he slipped off his jock, Again I was enamoured of his build and the movement of his back muscle and his hard glutes as he lifted up each leg to slip off the material. Again he placed the cloth on the chair tidily and turned to face me. He looked sensational. Now working from home he was exercising more and his arms, chest and abs were now really well defined. His cock was still flaccid and handing over his balls by a good two inches plus, and I adored his height. My God was I lucky to have this two metre tall man as my husband. Add his devastating good looks, sexy smile and those luscious eyes, he was everything I wanted. A man’s man and he was all mine.

As he walked towards the bed my cock started to expand and grow. Even after knowing him for four years his very presence excited me. He crouched on the end of the bed leaning down towards my cock and balls, gave a hum of satisfaction and was kissing my inner thighs. He licked the tip of my cock, still covered by my foreskin. It was still growing. He made a move to take it in his mouth but just as he got there, my cock bounced away from my leg and he missed it. He tried again and I spasmed my cock once again and failed again. I was laughing at his attempt but I was so excited by the man and my cock was now near to full erection.

The third time he tried he successfully took me in his mouth sliding his lips up and down the skin and pulling back my foreskin in his mouth, and he was using his tongue to moisten my glans with his saliva. It felt wonderful. With my hardness in his mouth he pulled back his head making my cock pull away from my body up to the vertical position and continued so that it was now being pulled away from my body. It reached straining point where it wouldn’t move any further and Stephen bobbed his head up and down on my pulled dick that I felt it might just snap off, and then he suddenly let go and my cock flew back and slapped hard against my stomach. His eyes delighted in the exercise and he went down deeper on my cock pulling it back as far as would allow. I tried to buckle my body into a ball but his superior weight held my legs down and even though I sat up in reaction to his cock-sucking he pushed me back, telling me to lie down, before allowing my shaft to slowly leave it and just holding my glans in his mouth and giving me those wonderful thrills to my cock and body by stroking his tongue underneath the cock-head.

I could look down to my bent cock and see his sensuous lips around my thick shaft and his lovely tidy nostrils flaring as he breathed, and those almost lewd-like hazel eyes of his with his sexy blond lashes and eyebrows. He was using those eyebrows to question if he should let my cock fly out of his mouth again whilst stroking the head with his tongue, as if he was asking if he should release my member now or not. I was too far gone to answer him. I was still in awe of him, his good looks, his wonderful build and his sexuality and sensuality with me. He was now mine, all mine forever, and still the sex was beautiful and exciting. He tried to pull my cock back even further but I was so hard that it couldn’t move back any more and so he released it and again it instantly fell back against my body making a louder noise as it slapped against my body.

I was loving this attention from him and Stephen continued to take in more and more of my cock each time he was pulling my cock back and releasing it, until he was deep throating it which made me want to curl up into a ball at the sensational effect he was having on my body and he still held me down pushing me back with his powerful arms. He was tweaking my nipples which he knew excited me tremendously and was now making me writhe in tremendous pleasure; the sensations were thrilling all parts of my body. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted hold all his body against me tightly and I was desperate to suck on his cock and eat his arse in return for all the pleasure he was giving me, but I knew that tonight he was going to do everything to me. He was in control and I was to relax and let him pleasure me. It wouldn’t stop me from thrashing around.

Stephen then grabbed at my ankles and almost bent me double and joy of joys, he was blowing against my hole, a technique he admitted that he learned from me and then dived down into me making greedy sounds as he was licking and eating away at my hole. I wanted to jack myself but he saw me reach down and told me to “Leave it”, but I was really desperate to jack myself.

“I’ll do that when I judge you are ready for it”.  And he went back to rimming me making aversions sounds as he did so. Now also like to suck and rim especially on my wonderful husband’s body but tonight, so far he wasn’t letting me. I wasn’t going to beg for it, I knew Stephen would be requiring attention from me sooner than later. I was correct. He came up for air and leaned forward to kiss me. He liked making me taste my arse on his tongue and lips and I loved it too. As he kissed me he was holding my head gently and he brushed both his thumbs just under my eyelids in a tender gesture, looking down into my eyes with love and care and kissing me gently again.

It was not the most comfortable position to be in with my legs in the air and my backside almost facing the ceiling but I just was so happy that it was him with me. He kissed me again, and stroked my hair and ears and told me I was so handsome, words I knew were being spoken from the heart. He released my legs and I was able to stretch myself on the bed under him and he lowered his huge frame on top of mine, our cocks rubbing together. After more sensuous kissing he swivelled his body around so his cock was right in front and on top of my face. I could feel his balls on my forehead and his cockhead was beyond my chin and I had to force his body upwards off of me to get access to his cock to suck on it. I had to lift up my mouth to get even the head inside me and then his hugeness filled my mouth. Stephen had always been very forgiving that I couldn’t deep throat him, even though he could easily take all of my cock in one swallow, and I was only slightly smaller than his thick ten inches. He’d never boasted or bragged about it and to show off his gifts he took all my cock into his throat in one swoop.

I tried to take more of him into my mouth but the angle of attack was wrong and I was very soon gagging with very little of him in me. Even so, Stephen continued bob his face up and down on my now totally engorged cock giving me the most pleasurable feeling all around my groin. He didn’t exactly tell me to give up but he pulled out of me and kneeled over my face and I saw his wonderfully inviting hole right in front of me. I raised my head to try to lick him but his legs were holding me down by my shoulders. He was allowing me to face-fuck him from below him, by my thrusting my cock into his mouth. The spasming and leaking of his cock against my chest was an indication that he was enjoying it.

Then he started to sit up so that his arse was now in reach of my mouth. He pushed his backside into my face and I licked away at his clean and hairless hole as he sucked at my cock. He was giving out warm deep throated groans as I worked him from underneath. He was still holding onto my wrists preventing me from reaching up to work his nips or jerk him off. We continued in this sixty-nine for a while with Stephen only stopping sucking on my cock to tell me how great he was feeling or to encourage me to get into his hole deeper before going back down on my cock. I would stop my rimming to take a good look at the beauty of his arse and hole, the smoothness and tidiness of it and the wetness of my spittle.

He called back to me. “Come on Gerren get me ready to receive your cock”. This was the first indication in some time that he wanted me to fuck him. I was so excited that I forced my face deep into his hole, deliberately wetting my tongue with all the extra saliva that suddenly seemed to have been produced from my glands. At the other end Stephens sucking seemed to be getting more excited and wetter.

When he was ready he sat up and moved slightly down the bed with his back to me and held my cock up in the air and started to try to sit on my cock. I stopped him.

“What about a rubber”. We had always used one.

“Gerren love, we’ve been together without anyone with us for over three months and even more since we married and we haven’t had sex with anyone else in all that time. I think it’s time we can dispose of the rubbers for now”. He spoke assuredly and I knew he was right. There were issues we would have to discuss for our sexual health soon. I let him sit down onto my cock with him adjusting his weight as he sat down on my bare cock. This was the first time I had fucked anyone without a sheaf.

To be honest it didn’t feel any different. The only difference was the thought, the idea of fucking my husband bare, and that really excited me. I felt the tightness of his hole and the grip of his anal muscled around my cock just like the grip of a tight hand but being able to feel the ridges of his shute. It was wonderful. The more he pushed himself onto my cock the greater the sensation. I only wished he was facing me so I could see his face and reaction. He was using his hands to steady my cock for the first few inches and then let go of my cock as he sank down deeper onto my cock. We reached that point where there was a lot of resistance and he was pushing down harder onto my shaft and then that joyous sensation of him fully opening up and my cock quickly filling him totally and that joint blissful moment when both the top and bottom know that man to man fucking is so right. I as the top could feel that grip around the base of my cock knowing that I was fully at home, and Stephen knew that I was so deep in him and that all his buttons had be hit.

We gave out our moans and groans simultaneously and he put his arms behind my shoulders and alongside my head and leaned back turning his head to reveal his smile of pleasure and to silently demand a kiss. We were as one again. Although we were married and were totally into each other bodies we didn’t fuck every day, or even every week. Tonight was one of those nights.  Stephen now started to fuck himself on my shaft. Using his legs and arms to lift himself up and down on me. I reached forward to find his cock. It was lying away from me over to his right, hard but resting against his groin, so I had to really reach across to hold onto his enormous thickness and length.

Although I was well hung and proud of it, and only slightly smaller than Stephen, I was always excited by his hugeness. It was in proper proportion to his huge body. I was now so used to his size but still impressed and happy with him. I still was delighted that I couldn’t wrap my fingers and thumb around his shaft and that I could cover the shaft with both hands and still have four inches of him exposed. I well-remembered the first time we were naked together and he took his time to let me just see his hugeness and how I was able to play with his cock when he fell asleep on me when I was exploring body and I took the chance to really get a close up view of his cock for the first time and even took photos of it and a video as well just in case I never got to see him again. Little did I know at the time that I’d be married to the man with the massive dick.

One I had got hold of him I was jacking him off. Stephen was still fucking himself on me leaning back demanding kisses. He was being so careful that I didn’t have to hold up his butt to stop him banging against me not that I would have cared if he did. He leaned back even more shifting his arm across my face so that we were slightly at the diagonal with his right arm behind my left shoulder and I could now look down over his beautifully sculpted body and could see the ridges of his abs. If it were possible my dick expanded even more at the excitement I felt. His chest was by my mouth now and I kissed what I could reach. I couldn’t get to his nipples and chew on them, something I knew excited him greatly, and still he was fucking himself. Every now and again, whether deliberately or naturally his arse muscles squeezed my cock and I got a huge thrill I was now getting very excited at fucking him raw.

Somehow he slipped of my body and was lying almost beside me and I was still behind fucking his hole. His eyes were glazed in a state of extreme satisfaction. I reached to his head, now almost by mine and caressed his handsome face and we kissed tenderly. I was so happy at our coupling that I was close to crying with joy. He almost silently mouthed to me “Go on keep fucking me”. There was no way I was going to stop. He was still falling away from me onto the mattress and I raised my right leg up so I could stay deep inside of him, I wasn’t wanting to slip out and he aided me by lifting his right leg up in the air to expose more of his arsehole  and I could now see my cock inside of him. Again this gave me an exciting thrill.

As I pumped away into him he was jacking on his huge bloated dick, grunting away and every now and again gasping out in delight as I was hitting his button. For some reason he was still sliding away from me so I reached over to hold onto his cock, pushing his hand away and gripping his thickness hard, almost pulling him back to me. There was more than enough for me to hold onto.  It worked for a while until I was losing patience with the position and Stephen suggested we change. He still wanted me on top. “I get off big time when you’re on top”. He told me.

I pulled out and re-lubed my cock and put him on the bed on his back and his muscled legs up over my shoulders I re-entered him from above, delighting at looking down at his wonderful body and his devastating good looks. He lay back jacking on his cock as I fucked him hard, my balls delightfully banging against his buttocks. Again he was very verbal encouraging me and telling me how great it felt and urging me to fuck longer deeper and harder. I honestly didn’t need any inspiration to keep on fucking him, but I loved Stephen so much that his re-assurance that he wanted me was a boot to my ego, even though we were married. I speeded up my thrusts into him building up quite a sweat even though the bedroom was cool.

At one point I wiped the sweat off of my forehead with my forearm and Stephen called out for me to give him my arm for him to lick off my sweat. I presented him my arm and he took hold of it licking it all over with a relish that suggested that it was the best food he’d ever tasted. He held onto my arm and pulled me down to him so that I fell against him and he took a hold of my head with both hands and was licking all my face and taking the chance to kiss as I still fucked him hard and deep. When he finished cleaning my face he pushed me upwards so that my chest was above his face and he was soon licking my pecs and nips, verbally glorying in his task and working his way up to my armpits as well. I was in slight danger of losing my balance, not that I’d fall off the bed; our Emperor sized bed was too large for that but I had to regain my composure.

I knelt upright as I fucked pulling up one of his legs to hold him in place. Stephen was jacking on his cock with both hands and the action looked like a blur. He was telling me how great I looked and how much he loved my pumped up body and that he just wanted to eat me and devour me. He removed a hand to play with his nipples, using his other hand for longer strokes on his cock, rolling  his fist over his flaring shiny cockhead and using his pre-cum to lubricate his cock. I wanted to tease him some more so I changed my fucking and pulled out of him fully, jacking on my cock for a few moments before ramming my cock fully into him as far as I could go, and repeating the action. Each time I re-entered him I grunted an appreciation and his eyes shined some more and he gave me a quick grin. His mouth was open slightly and I see his perfect teeth and clean sexy tongue as I looked down on him and he was now getting really excited, wanking his cock fasted and telling me that he was close to shooting and to fuck him harder. I reached over to his nipples twisting them hard which I knew he loved when he was coming, his breathing quickened and his urging became more pleading. He stopped jacking himself off and working his nipples and just held his amazing length in the air by pushing his thumbs against the base of his cock and shout out loud.

I was now fucking him as hard as I could and as he shouted the first blast of cum spat out of his cock hitting me under my chin and throat. His cock stayed upright, and pulsed out his cum like a loose hose under huge pressure swaying around upright in the air. Most of his cum fell onto him covering his abs and cock, the remainder falling against me. His head was swaying from side to side as he brain reacted to his orgasm. I was still thrusting into him but not as vigorously as earlier, as he calmed down and asked if he wanted me to shoot inside of him. His answer was quick and certain.

“No. I get off watching you shoot. Your cum shots are amazing and I love feeling it splash all over my body too. At the right time, you can come inside of me”. I leant down to kiss him, and he insisted that I lie down next to him.

“I know what you like and I love the result”.

He was astride of me behind my head and put his sticky and hard cock against my face and used his buttock muscled to make his cock lift off of my face by a half inch or so and let  it fall back. He never did use his hands for this. He also bent over to work on my nipples, knowing I was super wired. I was in heaven, because Stephen was also talking to me turning me on by his words to make me shoot.

I was getting close when he removed one hand away from my chest and took hold of his fat long shafted cock and was hitting my face hard with it. I was in ecstasy. The remains of Stephen’s cum was being smeared all over my face. The smell of it was a major turn on and I just couldn’t help it. In what must have been a microsecond, my sperm shot out of my cock and I felt it land on my face and on his cock too. Six or seven lines spat out of me landing more or less in the same place. My body shook at the intensity of it all and even after I had stopped shooting and was just holding my cock and squeezing it in my fist, I was still shaking about.

When I had eventually relaxed, Stephen came down and lay next to me and turned my head to his and he was licking off my cum from my face. He had never done that before. It was gentle, it was careful and it was sexy. He deliberately swallowed it and kissed me. We lay together for fifteen minutes or more before taking our showers. As we showered, he spoke about our fucking and actions with each other and if it should happen ever again with others. We had agreed that we’d never fuck with others alone. It was with both of us or not at all, and that we would only fuck each other when we were alone; only exceptionally would we fuck in front of others, and we could now fuck each other raw, now that we were alone, but that we would use rubbers when fucking.

In the shower under the warm water falling down on our hard and tired bodies, Stephen, standing three inches above me took my wet face in his hands and softly told me: “We have spent a lot of time and money getting our bodies to be fit and healthy and attractive, it’s not right that we take chances with our health”. I fell against his neck and put my hands on his buttocks holding him closely to me. I could only agree. I adored my man.

Later, we were lying together on the bed, my head against Stephen’s chest and his arm protectively around my back, relaxing in the dark, when Stephen asked me if I remembered Kevin, a friend of my friend Paul my rowing partner at Putney who we suspected had committed suicide before we married.

“Yes I remember him. Why”?

“He’s been in contact with me”. I was surprised. I would have thought it would have been me that Kevin would have been in touch with and I told Stephen so. He brushed it off.

“He’s asked if he came down to stay here”. Again, I was surprised.

“There the lockdown on and he can’t travel can he”? I asked why he wanted to come here.

“He says he’s stuck in a two room flat in South London on the ninth floor and can’t get out to exercise of visit anyone and it’s doing his head in and he’s remembered our invitation to come to visit. He not working but on furlough so he is getting money”.

I recalled the invite made after our wedding.

“I said I’d speak to you about it”. Reported Stephen. “He could claim he was coming down here for accommodation if we agree”.

“He’d have to pay his way”. I was adamant about that.

“He says he can do that”.

I wondered how he’s still have to pay his rent on his flat in London.

“If you agree, you’d have to lay down the rules of staying here and ask how he’ll support himself”.

I thought for a moment or two. Kevin would certainly be welcome.  Kevin, was younger than us at 28, very well built and hung. And at 6’4 he was very much our kind of man. He was very handsome and dark and very much had a roving eye. He was the sometime lover and partner of Peter who was my personal trainer at the gym I attended when I worked in London but they split up, I think over the death of Paul also friends with them. Stephen and I had some excellent sex with Kevin too.

“Gerren love, can you talk to him tomorrow”? Stephen wasn’t exactly begging.

Stephen and I hadn’t had anyone join us for sex since we were married, though we hadn’t ruled it out. We both enjoyed watching each other with other men and working over guys we had invited to join us together. It would be a certainty that if Kevin came to stay that we’d end up in a threesome. In some ways Kevin was irresistible.

“He’s have to sleep in the second bedroom and only join us in here at our specific invitation and definitely no one on ones with him”. I was adamant on that rule. “And no invitation to others to come here to join him; we don’t want strangers in our home. We’ve got our work to do as well and you won’t snoopers around whilst doing your work”. Stephen squeezed me closer to him. “and he’ll have to help out in the house and garden if he’s going to stay too”.

“We’d have to dress when he’s here”. Stephen reminded me. The summer was coming and we would normally he hanging around the home naked with each other. Kevin naked with us would be a massive distraction to any hot blooded male.

“I’m inclined to say yes, given controls you come up with, love”. Stephen was reasonable as always, “And if you say no, I’ll agree with you, but think of this. If you were still working in London and didn’t have this place, imagine being stuck in that dark apartment you had in Paddington. You’d go insane in a week”. Stephen was right. I’d enjoy seeing a fresh face around here and physically there was absolutely nothing wrong with Kevin. I was missing seeing our friends around with us. Zoom calls were fine but just not the same. I’d talk to Kevin the next day and make a decision. I told Stephen and I turned onto my side and Stephen came behind me and spooned against me, kissing my neck and adjusting his cock against my arse cheeks. Thinking of the fun we’d had with Kevin in the past I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I called Kevin to discuss things with him and when he told me how he was supporting himself, I couldn’t believe it. He told me all the details and claimed he could earn up to two hundred pounds an hour, top rate and it was all legitimate. I asked about the arrangements he had for his “business’, and to be honest, he answered every question openly. I told Kevin I’d have another word with Stephen at lunchtime and call him back that afternoon and asked Kevin for a time.

At lunchtime, Stephen came to join me for a sandwich and soup and I told him of the conversation.

Stephen was as astounded as I was shocked and when the information sank in he began to laugh.

“Whats a VPN”? I asked Stephen.

“It’s a device you use on your computer or mobile to mask your IP address on the internet. It stands for Virtual Private Network and people cannot find out where you are. I use one on my computer here for my government work. It’s the strongest and the least penetrative system yet available. So if Kevin is using a VPN and wants to do his “work” here then that would be fine if you are happy with him doing his work here”. Stephen laughed again. “Can you imagine just how much money he could make if he did it with some of our friends? You and I couldn’t do it”?

“He says he uses a screen to hide the room he’s in so no one could figure out where he was, no windows or mirrors”. I said a little annoyed by Stephen’s bemusement. “He’d have to do it in his bedroom and with us still in the house, nearby’.

“You won’t hear a thing, besides you could get off watching him”. Stephen grinned.

“Fuck off”. I told Stephen, Kevin can do his perversions by himself.

Stephen mused a while, “I wonder just how much we could get posing and jacking off on camera to dirty old men. We could make a fortune”.

“Which we don’t need”. I emphasised reminding Stephen of the huge inheritance he received when we married and the large sum of money I also received being his ‘spouse’. “Besides which I wouldn’t be flashing myself to a load of dirty old perverts even if I was dead”.

“Yes, and remember only our close families and solicitors know about that, so not a word to Kevin”. Stephen gently warned. He paused and asked me, “Just how could you flash at anyone if you were dead”? I punched him on his biceps gently.

As we cleared up after lunch to have twenty minutes we walked out to the garden and talked and we agreed that we’d let Kevin come to stay, and that Stephen would check his equipment and VPN links to see they were secure and that he couldn’t be traced. I had come to the conclusion that if Kevin was sexually active alone in his bedroom at times he’d be less likely to be horny enough to want to join us quite so often.

Back in the house I drew up a list of conditions for Kevin to come to visit and stay a while with us. With a fervent prayer that no other of our friends wanted to come to stay during the lockdown, I called Kevin and told him that yes, he was welcome to come and be with us and to let us know when he’d be arriving. He turned up two days later on the Friday.