Older Man Helps Young Couple

I was delighted when the new neighbours moved in. They looked so young, so innocent, so sexy. I was going through a very difficult time after my wife of nearly twenty years died a year earlier. I was forty-five years old and had turned into a little bit of a hermit.

The day they moved in, I welcomed them by placing a pot of coffee and a pot of tea on their doorstep. After brief introductions I said I would leave them to their unpacking, but would be happy to help if they needed it. They thanked me and said that they appreciated the offer.

For some reason their arrival really lifted my spirits. When back in my house I tried to remember what each of them looked like. Sophie was around five feet tall and beautifully proportioned. Her breasts looked smallish, but very firm, and even though she had probably had a bra on, her nipples could be easily made out. Her legs were strong looking and her bottom was full and muscular. Her blond hair was cut short giving her a slightly boyish, stunningly attractive appearance. It was only when I had recalled her appearance that it hit me, she reminded me of my wife.

The contrast with her husband, Stan, was striking. Like me, he was over six feet tall and he had clearly kept himself in good shape. His facial features were strong with a wide jaw. His hair was jet black. I smiled to myself as I realised that I had noticed much less about him than I had of Sophie.

I saw little of them over the first week, just waving to them as they went in and out of their house. Her infectious smile never seemed to leave her face and always lifted my mood. It was on a Monday morning that Sophie knocked on my front door and very apologetically asked whether I could help her with something. I asked her what it was and she said,

"One of the shelves in the lounge has just collapsed and I want to get it back in place so that it does not damage the other shelves. It is quite heavy but it needs two people to hold and secure it. Stan is back tonight but it would be great if you could help sort it now. I promise it will only take a minute or two."

My reply was out of my mouth before I engaged my brain.

"Oh, I hope it takes a little longer than that, I could really enjoy a beautiful young lady's company right now."

I couldn't believe what I had said and started to apologize. I was amazed as she immediately turned bright red and couldn't look me in the eye.

"I am so sorry; I have embarrassed both of us. I will of course help you but will not hold you up. I am sure you have lots of better things to do than spend time with your old neighbour."

"I haven't got anything much that I need to do and would welcome some company."

Her expression now turned from embarrassed to teasing as she added,

"I would love to spend time with my

old neighbour

."

Her smile was teasing but made me feel much better about my thoughtless comment. I grabbed my toolbox before we walked round to her front door. The shelve was a two-person job, but even including resecuring it firmly in place, only took us five minutes.

Over a lovely cup of coffee Sophie grilled me with lots of questions. What I did for work, why I lived by myself, what were my interests, did I have family locally and many others. I confirmed I was self-employed working part-time from home. She listened but was much more interested when I talked about my wife and her tragic death. She sympathised, apologising profusely for asking about such personal matters. I said I found it nice to be able to talk about my wife, Betty. She then asked me lots about Betty and our life together.

I explained how Betty was five years older than me, which had seemed a huge age gap, when I met her, when I was nineteen. Sophie seemed fascinated by this and asked me whether our differing sexual experience had been a problem when we first met. I answered very honestly saying that I had been so lucky to meet such a wonderful, sexy, lady at such a young age. I confirmed that Betty was very sexually experienced when we met and I was incredibly naïve but desperate to learn. Betty had always had a high libido and I had had to learn fast.

While I was very happy to discuss my sex life, with the gorgeous Sophie, I was much more interested in finding out about hers. My opening question was as badly judged as my earlier comment.

"I bet you two beautiful young people must be all over each other, non-stop. At your age, Betty totally wore me out."

Her smile faded and I instantly knew I had hit a raw nerve. I wanted to take her in my arms as she quietly said,

"If only that was the case. It would be lovely but......."

"But what Sophie?"

"I love Stan and the sex was quite good when we were first together. I thought it would get better as we got to know each other better, but... but it hasn't. Don't get me wrong we do have sex and I enjoy it when we do, but I need more, much more and I want him to be... well, be the man in bed, if you know what I mean?"

"Do you mean you want him to initiate sex, do you mean you want him to dominate you sexually, do you mean that you want him to control you?"

"Ah, yes, I think that maybe what I want. All I know is that I want something that I am not getting right now. Did you dominate Betty when you were having sex?"

"Yes and no. The first and most important thing Betty taught me was that the exchange of power, domination and submission, is often at the heart of great sex. The second thing she taught me was that the only way to ensure that you get what you want during a sexual relationship is to tell your partner or partners what you want. It frightened me when she first told me what she wanted, what she needed, from a sexual partner, but it was wonderful trying to meet her needs. When we were first together, she would often require me to be totally submissive, I loved it. Later she taught me how she also loved to be totally submissive and I loved that just as much.

Have you told Stan what you want from him? Do you know what you want from him? Do you know what he wants?"

"Fuck, that sounds so bloody obvious and yet the answer is no I haven't told him what I want or asked him what he wants. There is one thing that I desperately want, just once at least, and that is for him take total control of me and fuck me until I can't stand up. Oh, my god I am so sorry I cannot believe I just said that. You must think I am a real bitch to not only think like that but to tell a near stranger, another man. You must go before I say even more outrageous things and embarrass myself and you even more."

"There is no need to be embarrassed. I am not. What I hear is a frustrated young lady who has not been lucky enough to be taught how to enjoy sex to its fullest. I can recommend a very simple solution, if you are interested."

"Please, please tell me what I can do."

"Tonight when he gets home, sit him down and tell him that you want him to take total charge of you. If you know what you want him to do while he is in charge of you tell him what you want."

"I suppose I have not got that far in working out how I want him to dominate me, I just want to feel helpless and submissive. Is that not enough?"

"I am sure that's enough, but there are so many things you might suggest. You might want him to spank your bottom, that is a classic dom/sub scenario. Bondage is another. Do you want him to tie you up or blindfold you? Do you want him to tease you and refuse you an orgasm. Control and submission can take so many different forms."

"All that sounds unbelievably sexy. Can they all be done in one session?"

The look of sexual excitement flashed across her face before we both started to laugh. When we stopped, I realised that her face was flushed even redder than it had been earlier. I was sure that our discussion had aroused her nearly as much as it had me. This only caused my erection to harden up even more. I decided to offer up one last bit of advice before tearing myself away from the gorgeous Sophie.

"Domination and submission works both ways. If you would rather try a different approach, you could require Stan to be totally submissive to you. In that way you could control exactly what happens tonight."

"That is a great idea, but I am not sure I am confident enough to pull that off. I hope he is."

I wished her good luck for her evening with Stan. She went right up onto tiptoe as she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for being so understanding.

After Sophie left, I could not get the thought of her being totally submissive to her powerfully built husband out of my mind. I imagined him taking her across his knee and spanking her before tying her up and fucking her until she orgasmed time and time again. When in my fantasy she orgasmed for the third time I exploded in the best masturbatory orgasm I could remember enjoying.

The next day I was desperate to hear whether Sophie had asked Stan to dominate her. Unfortunately neither of them was at home the next day. I masturbated again but this time tried, not very successfully, to imagine Sophie taking the dominant role. The fantasy of watching her naked was still plenty enough for me to enjoy cumming hard.

The next day a note was on my doormat when I woke up. It invited me to dinner on the Saturday night. I wanted to try and see them, well particularly Sophie, but decided to wait until Saturday. I therefore dropped a brief note through their door saying I would be delighted and suggesting I brought some wine with me.

When I arrived on the Saturday evening, they both looked very happy. Sophie looked radiant and welcomed me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Stan went off to open both bottles of wine and I sat down in their lounge with Sophie. As soon as he was out of earshot Sophie said,

"I loved being submissive the other evening, but Stan needs to work on being dominant. We tried to reverse roles the next evening. I was shit at being dominant but we both still had fun. Neither evening was as good as I had hoped but both were a really good start. Thank you so much for your advice, I would like to ask you for so much more."

I was fascinated in this but didn't have time to ask a question before Stan returned with a glass of white wine for Sophie and red for him and me. There was just a short pregnant pause before Stan said,

"I hope you don't mind, but Sophie told me about the discussion you had the other day."

I assured him that I did not expect her to keep any secrets from him and apologised if he thought anything I had said was inappropriate. Stan looked at Sophie and they both agreed that they had found what I had said illuminating and very useful. Again a slightly embarrassed pause before I decided to take the bull by the horns.

"So did you enjoy dominating your gorgeous wife? Or did you prefer to be dominated, to be submissive?"

They looked at each other, as if trying to decide whether they answered, or perhaps more how honestly, they answered. It was as if they had scripted the answer they gave, as they answered largely in unison,

"We both struggled to be dominant, both of us preferred to be submissive. We agreed we would work on being the dominant partner as it gave the other one of us so much pleasure."

"It isn't very easy being dominant the first time. I had a wonderful teacher. She showed me how fantastic being truly submissive could be. I learnt so much experiencing her dominate me that switching roles was not too difficult. I am happy to offer my services to teach you both how to be sexually dominant. I must warn you that if you do decide to take me up on my offer, I will require you

both

to be totally submissive. The only safeguard I will offer you is a safe word. If either of you use it then any teaching will immediately and permanently cease. Do you understand?"

It was Sophie who seemed desperate to agree to my terms, but Stan didn't take much persuading. I suggested that they thought about it and we could arrange a session for the following weekend. I was delighted to see that this was never going to be soon enough for Sophie. She said nothing until I prompted her. She whispered,

"Could the training not start after dinner tonight?"

I repeated that both Sophie and Stan would have to be fully in agreement as well as fully submissive.

"We both agree don't we Stan?"

I could see that while agreeing to my suggestion might have been more difficult for Stan, he was clearly a natural submissive and agreed with a gentle nod.

"Your training will commence after dinner but I will issue you a few simple commands before this. If you struggle with these then it will not be worth going any further. Firstly though just a simple question to you both. Out of ten how aroused are you right now. Stan, do you have an erection, Sophie, are you at least slightly moist right now?"

Sophie seemed very keen to confirm that she was not just moist but was positively wet. She held Stan's arm as she said so, then dropped her hand into his lap and confirming that he was erect. During the meal Sophie asked me more about Betty and recapped on what I had told her before. She asked me whether we had been involved in threesomes or group sex. I confirmed that we had and I particularly enjoyed them when being Betty's sub. I sensed Sophie's next line of questioning before she asked,

"When Betty was being dominant did you always do what she told you to? If so, did she ever make you play with cocks, suck cocks or fuck men?"

"When you are submissive, you never question your dom about anything. Betty pushed me to do things I did not expect to enjoy, things I would have never tried unless forced to. What that did was broaden my range of things that excited and aroused me."

Sophie laughed at my answer and said,

"I'll take that as a yes then."

We did manage to talk about the neighbourhood and day to day things like work. The food and the wine were lovely, but I sensed that Sophie was desperate to finish eating so that the training could start. Stan was quiet, but seemed to be taking everything in without looking concerned. As she finished her coffee she said,

"Will you make Stan and me do things we don't want to? We have never involved anybody else with us sexually, you could ask us to do anything."

The words would suggest that she was very nervous of what they would be required to do. The tone of her voice was one of excitement and the look in her eyes was one that suggested that she wanted them to be challenged like never before.

"Yes, I could instruct either of you to do anything and as good subs you will do it without questioning. It will be my choice and my choice alone. We will retire back to my house to start your training. Before we go, Sophie you are to go over to Stan and ask him to take your panties off. You are then to bring them to me, for me to check."

Sophie seemed to be delighted that the domination had started at last. She stood next to her husband and said,

"Please Stanley take my panties off for me. Ben wants to inspect them. I am sorry but I think they are all kind of gooey, please forgive me."

Stan looked surprised when he looked at the state of Sophie's panties before handing them over to her. She was hesitant as she handed them to me and watched as I examined the crotch that was soaked with a creamy lubrication. With a smile I said,

"Your pussy smells beautiful, do you like how it smells?"

"I have never, I have never......"

"Well if you really haven't ever smelled the rich aroma of your pussy this will be your first, first of the evening, but I am sure it will not be your last."

With this I brought the gusset of the soaked panties to Sophie's nose as you would a tissue to a child's nose to blow it. As I held it in position, I told her to take deep breaths in through her nose. To help, my other hand covered her mouth until she had taken half a dozen exaggerated breaths. Her eyes retained contact with mine through this and never lost any of their sparkle.

We quickly adjourned to my house and I took them straight up to my bedroom. I had tidied this and prepared it, in case this very opportunity arose. I had thought about numerous scenarios to play out with the beautiful couple but decided to start with Stan receiving a spanking from his wife. There was something about this diminutive girl taking control of her strapping husband that really appealed to me.

"Sophie please undress for us both. Don't just take your clothes off, tease and tantalise us, perform a striptease. If there is a flaccid cock in the room when you are naked, I will cane you, with the cane over there, and send you home by yourself."

She was good, really good. By the time she was naked even a stone statue would have had a hard on. Her body was a joy to behold. The powerful legs curved beautifully as the muscular cheeks of her bottom emphasized the gap between them. I was surprised to see only a small triangle of hair pointing downwards towards where her clit hid. I briefly imagined easing her down on the bed on her front and possessing her tight looking pussy with my cock. That however was not how it was going to be.

"Now undress Stan for us both. I do so hope that you spanking him will be a first for you both. Spanking can be so sensual if done right. Oh, I am pleased that I will not be caning and sending you away early."

Ben was not only erect but he was hung as he was built, big and strong. I had been taught to enjoy sucking cock in the right situation and although his cock was impressive, I was not tempted. I ensured that Stan was positioned perfectly with his cock trapped between her legs as he laid across her lap. I would have liked to take photos of what was in front of me, but I knew this was a view that would always be imprinted in my mind. Her small frame and nudity made her look vulnerable but nowhere near as vulnerable as the huge frame of her husband draped across it.

"You spank him in groups of a dozen. If you do not spank him hard enough, I will spank you twice as hard. You are in charge of his arse and let him know it."

By the time she landed the third strike there was plenty of force behind it. Before the end of the first dozen had been delivered, Stan was making small moaning noises as each landed. After a dozen she looked at me for guidance.

"Find his cock with one hand and caress his arse with the other."

She clearly loved this idea and it was clear from his reaction that the hand on his cock was doing all the right things. It took nothing more than a nod from me to get her spanking his arse again. I hadn't planned it, but she kept her other hand between his legs. As she delivered another dozen stingers, I retrieved a butt plug and some lube, which I offered to her as the spanking paused again.

I had no idea how much anal play they had enjoyed together but her enthusiasm suggested that it might be quite not have been much. I expected her to rush things, but instead she, somehow, lubricated the fingers of her spanking hand, without letting go of his cock with her other hand, and circled his anus before easing a finger through his sphincter. I was now certain from his reaction this was a first. Still not rushing she lubricated him well before taking the butt plug, lubricating it and offering it up to its target. His arse lifted and the job of penetrating his anus with the plug looked effortless. The moan of, "Oh, fuck yes", was a very strong indication that he was not fighting this new sensation.

I had always been very keen to not only introduce them to domination and submission but to other new experiences. I was certain that if I let Sophie work on her husband's cock and arse like this for long, he would orgasm. I wanted the sexual tension to be maintained longer before this was allowed to happen.

"Stan, it looks like you have enjoyed both the spanking and a little anal play. Right now you are to lie on your back on the bed and put this blindfold on."