My Mountain Man 1

My mountain Man

I closed the laptop for the umpteenth time promising myself faithfully that this would be the last time I would watch these images. Tea, I needed tea, strong tea. A hot cup of tea solved all the troubles of the world, or so I've always been told and right now, I had a problem.

John had rushed from the house on a shout, he was on on-call duty this weekend and his team were all on their way to meet up at Base Camp, Snowdonia.

John, my husband of 25 years is an active man. He is what most would call a man's-man, a fire-fighter by day and a volunteer for mountain rescue. He also is a captain in the T.A. (Territorial Army) in which he has to have the odd week away from home every few months or so.

He swept me off of my feet wining and dining me nearly 30 years ago and we have two lovely children, Millie and Stephen. Stephen works in away in Glasgow and Millie is at Uni, she stays with us the odd weekend but stays mostly on campus. Being just the two of us now, John still tries his hardest to surprise me with weekends away, romantic meals in restaurants. He is the perfect husband in so many ways, his only fault is in the last year or so is the sexual side of our marriage, it has waned to the point of making love to me maybe once or twice a month. John puts it down to the stress of his working life and I have no reason to disbelieve him, until now. Today was a day off for him and I had hoped we could go to the local cinema tonight, a meal, then back here for a bit of loving. That was buggered now, now he got the call this afternoon.

I sat with my two pieces of buttered toast and my cup of strong tea, and looked over at the discarded laptop. I had originally used it to look for a short break holiday for us on one of the small Spanish islands in the med, just a few days in the sun. I thought it might do us both good to get away from the everyday hum-drum of life. I usually use my phone or my Ipad for the internet at home but this time used his laptop. Typing in a well known holiday company, a window opened showing last visited sites.

'fuck him senseless'

'hubby gets his ass reamed'

'he takes her deep'

I sat in silence as I read them, my fingers seemed to freeze on the keyboard.

"What the fuck!"

I was almost afraid to click but my hand moved of its own accord like it was willing me to open the pages and before I knew it, that dreaded click broke the silence.

"Ahhhhhhh, oh god! Yes, yesssss, ahhhhh" filled the quiet room.

I panicked and shut the lid with some force throwing the machine onto the cushion beside me like it had the plague.

For what I think was a few minutes, I sat staring blankly at nothing in particular as my brain tried to compute what I had just seen. I stared down at the plague ridden computer beside me wringing my hands deciding whether to re-open it or leave it be, my brain was screaming "Open it, open it!" my more cautious side was saying, "no don't, leave it be."

Tentatively I decided to reach for the laptop, opening the lid again and tapping in the password that we used for most of our devices, I stared in disbelief as the petite almost girl-like figure on the screen fucked a man in the ass with a huge cock affixed to her waist by a series of leather belts. The sounds of their unnatural sex act filled the room until I shut it off by slamming the lid again.

I stood by the kitchen worktop, drumming my nails onto it and waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the kettle to boil. Now I have never been a prude, but those images were now etched into my eyes forever and I could still see her doing what she was doing in my head and no-matter how I tried to blank it out, the image of her fucking him was still there.

Tea was supposed to solve everything, it did absolutely fucking nothing for this!

I took my tea back into the lounge vowing this time to watch it through.

"How the fuck did I not know what he was watching?" I said to myself quietly, as if there was someone standing in here with me that I didn't want to overhear.

There were dozens of movies, dozens of them, on pages and sites that he had previously watched. He must've been looking at these today before his callout came in, maybe even while I was in the same room?

I checked back over his internet history and it had been cleared, there was nothing previous to today. He couldn't have had time to clear it today because the call came in and he had to go in a rush.

We had watched porn together, ok it was years ago but nothing like this. Fun stuff, girl-boy, girl-girl, stuff like that but nothing like the stuff I just watched. Why was he into stuff like that? Was he gay?

No-no, he couldn't be gay, I mean, his job, his manliness, this was John for fuck sake!

How do I approach this? What could I say? What would he say?

'ring, ring'

Shit, it was him! fuck! I let it go to answer.

"Hi love, its going to be all night I think. A family went up not very well prepared, it seems they have wandered off the paths into deep snow. Nathan has pinged the phone they used and we know where they are but it will take some time, don't wait up, I'll be home in the morning, love you."

Love you he says, fucking love you. How can he love me if he is looking at perverted shit like this?

Time was getting on and I decided to go to bed and have an early night, usually I hate going to bed without him especially when he is on a rescue shout but tonight, tonight I was glad he was not here.

About 10.30pm after an hour of relentless tossing and turning, I crept down and retrieved his laptop. Curling back up in bed with a fresh cup of hot cocoa, I slipped a pair of old bed-socks on and opened it again, but this time went to the original website of the movies.

What I saw shocked me more than the movies he had been watching, why on earth was he watching things like this? I couldn't get that one question from spinning around my head, why?

It seemed that this shit was called femdom or female domination, typing femdom into his browser, dozens of pre-visited sites popped up.

"Fuck, just how much into this is he?" I questioned.

I was confused and terrified at what I might find next, but curiosity had me and I had to keep looking.

Fuck! some of this was sick, I mean really sick. One movie had a woman stripping lines of flesh from some poor sick fucks back with a bullwhip. Another had a man on his hands and knees with some kind of pumping machine ramming a dildo into his ass while a cup collected his sperm from underneath. It was fascinating, sickening, alarming and...arousing!

Fuck! it was arousing! I was wet, fuck, this was soooooo wrong!

I clicked back to the original movie, my cocoa in my trembling hand and the laptop in the other. The girl could not have been older than eighteen by more than a few days at most. She was stood behind a hunk of a man, I mean he was big muscly beefcake, handsome too.

He was tied down over an ottoman at the bottom of their bed stark naked with his ass up and exposed to her. I whizzed through to the point I had been at earlier and watched as she took him like she had been doing this all of her life. The dildo was huge, how the fuck could he take all of that in his ass? But he did, and it seemed like he was doing it easily, the sounds that he was making made it sound like he loved every sordid second of it.

"Aaaahhhhhhggggg, nnnngggghhh." I came, I buried my fingers into myself and came. I couldn't help it, I needed release and took it.

I was ashamed after I had brought myself off, but couldn't deny that it aroused me to the point that I needed to do it.

I made a note of the three sites plus a few more that I had found tonight and put his laptop back in the lounge.

I woke to him crouched beside the bed and him kissing my lips.

"Mornin sleephead," he whispered as he kissed me again.

"Tea and toast, on the bedside table. I'm off to have a shower."

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I watched as he picked up a fresh towel from the side and his sexy naked ass disappeared into the en-suite.

Watching his ass brought back my memory from last night, did he really like that shit? More to the point, did I?

Because of his night long adventure, he was covered at work today so we had another whole day to ourselves. After his shower, I let him sleep until noon before kissing him awake with tea and toast.

While he had been asleep, I took it upon myself to do some research on this femdom shit. I first opened his lappy to see if he had looked at it this morning, he had, and all the history had been wiped clean. It must've been the first thing he did as he got home early this morning, the sneaky fucker.

I used it to access what I needed and would wipe it clean again before I woke him, I could be as sneaky as him. I was amazed to find that in secret surveys, 7 out of 10 men craved their women to dominate them in some way in the bedroom. Most would love the woman to take charge and tell them what they wanted, some would like mild domination but a few it said, about 10% of the males remaining, would like real domination.

By 'real' domination, the survey said it meant complete female domination, pegging and feminization. I had only just got my head around domination, what the fuck was pegging and feminization?

Fuck I gasped, and within 10 minutes I found I was fingering myself to another orgasm. I had to stifle my noise as I couldn't risk him waking and coming down but it was a biggie, my legs trembled and my stomach cramped as I bit into my hand.

After a quick shower myself, I noticed it was 11.45 and wrapped in a fluffy towel, I took him up a cup of tea with a round of thick toast.

Kissing John on the end of his nose, I ran my finger over his lips before gently waking him. The smile on his face was beautiful as he looked up at me.

"Tea and toast." I smiled and leaned in for one more kiss.

To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me onto the bed with him. Giggling, I told him to stop messing around but he whipped the towel from my body leaving me naked. I instinctively threw my arm cross my chest to cover myself, he just grinned and pulled me inside the covers.

This was the John I knew, this was my macho-man, the dominant lover. There was hardly any foreplay as he roughly put me on all fours, he was making me scream into the pillows as he licked and sucked me from behind before ramming into me with his large cock right where I needed it most. It was the first time I had ever come by intercourse and my second orgasm of the day was immense. John gripped my hips with one hand and my hair with the other, he pulled my head back and emptied himself into me roaring like a wild animal as he bucked into my ass cheeks.

"My god." I said breathlessly, falling face first into the pillows. "Where did that come from?"

John grabbed my towel and cleaned himself off and said, "Last night, got bad. We nearly lost Danny, we rescued the family but Danny fell and hurt himself badly. I needed you, sorry if I was a bit rough."

"Sorry? It was fucking great." I said, giggling like a maniac, "do it like that more!"

He smiled down at me with a goofy grin and finished towelling off. He strode off into the en-suite leaving me with the rear-view of that wonderful ass of his again.

"Seriously though, is Danny ok?" I called.

"He'll live, broken leg." He shouted back, as I heard the taps filling the basin.

After him doing me like that I was convinced that my imagination had run riot last night, he must be just exploring much the same way as I had been this morning, yes, that was it.

We went for a late lunch in a little pub that we used to go to when we were courting, I had not been in here in years and it bought back memories of our time before we married. The young girl behind the bar showed us to a table overlooking the river, I was sure it was the table that we used to sit at years ago.

John told me more about last night and it sounded bad, the youngest child of seven had hyperthermia and the mother was in a bad way too. They had gone up the mountain without the proper attire or attitude, it annoyed him at just how many idiots put themselves and worse, their families at risk every winter. It was only due to people like him and his team that many more didn't die in the mountains every year and I made sure he knew how brave I thought he was.

We spent the afternoon in town and I dragged him around a few clothing shops, I could see he was starting to get a bit frustrated with shopping so on the way back to the car I dragged him into just one more shop.

Ann Summers is one of the more acceptable type of adult shop, it still has everything that a traditional sex shop has to offer but for some reason, its is more like a mainstream shop. I could see that his eyes were popping out of his head as we looked around, I stopped at the vibrator section. Some of these were obscene, one was over a foot long and as thick as my arm, it reminded me of the one that man was taking in the movie last night. No woman could take one like this I thought to myself.

"A bit out of your league." John whispered into my ear and laughed.

Right next to these I saw a selection of belts with dildo's of varying sizes and colours, I made a point of stopping and looking at them. I had been in here a few times but never taken any notice of these before, to be honest I had no reason to and probably if I am being more honest, I wouldn't have even know what they were.

Taking a few of the dildo's off the shelf I noticed that John had distanced himself from me. He was watching discreetly from a few yards away out of the corner of his eyes, but he was definitely watching, and watching quite intently.

There was one that stood out, it was an almost perfect replica of his dick. It was about 8-9 inches long, thick with a bulbous head and pronounced veins up and down the shaft, I took an instant liking to it. Taking it from the shelf, I held it to my groin and turned to face him wiggling my hips I got into a fit of giggles as it flapped around in my fist between my legs. The look of dismay and horror on his face made my play acting even more lewd and I ran a hand down its length. John turned and walked quickly from the shop, I put the dildo back and chased after him.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing?" he hissed angrily. "What if someone had seen you!"

"What?" I said, genuinely puzzled.

"With that strap-on shit, what would people think!" he said again with slight anger in his voice, not quite so much venom, but he was still not a happy bunny.

I couldn't help it, I laughed and told him not to be so stupid which didn't help matters much.

"Fuck sake Tam, if someone had seen you flapping that dick around at me, my life wouldn't be worth living."

It was my turn to feel anger now,

"Let's get this straight." I said, with more than a little anger mounting in my own voice,

"If I wanted to stick that thing up your asshole, I would, and there is not a damn thing you could do to stop me. Got it!"

Where that had come from I have no clue, but it shut him up instantly.

I handed him my bags to carry and stormed away very pissed off in the direction of the car. The car journey was deathly quiet on the way home, the mood had changed drastically from what it had been earlier.

"Sorry," he said meekly, not taking his eyes off of the road as he drove.

I stayed silent wanting him to squirm a little more.

"I am," he said again, quite obviously wanting me to respond.

I relented and reached sideways putting my hand over his on the gearstick.

"It's just that if someone who just happened to know us, or me, just happened to have seen what you did." He took a long deep breath through his nose and said, "My life at work would be hell."

"I'm sorry too but it wasn't meant in a nasty way, it was just a bit of fun." I said as I squeezed his hand. "But I meant what I said, if I wanted to shove that up your asshole, I would, got it!" emphasising the words 'got it' putting on my pretty pathetic stern voice.

He grinned and said, "Ok, ma-am, whatever you say ma-am."

I know we were joking, but I felt a gush of fluid flood from my vagina filling my panties as he said ma-am.

We got home around six and I made us a light ham salad dinner, John went into the lounge and onto his laptop leaving me in the kitchen. I couldn't help but wonder if he was on one of those sites, how could I find out?

"I'm just popping down to the corner shop love, do you need anything?" I called.

"No I'm fine." Came his reply.

Once I was out of sight I dialled up my sister, I couldn't tell her exactly what was going on but she was great on computers and I knew she could help me. I told her I needed to see what he was looking at, she said the easiest way was to sync his to another one on the same network. I still had no idea and asked her if she could pop around tomorrow while he was at work.

That night in bed John got amorous again, twice in two days! I didn't get the bells and whistles of our last fuck, but a fuck is a fuck, and when it's not been a regular thing I took it gladly. It was still ok, I got a small orgasm out of it when he ate me out, but not the mind-blowing one from intercourse like it was yesterday.

John was gone when I woke the next morning, he left me a note saying he loved me which was lovely, he hadn't done anything like that in years. He used to be so romantic and left me little notes all around the house in the early years, I know things wane but I missed the little things from those days.

Kerry turned up at around ten, that was perfect as it meant we had most of the day because John wouldn't be home before six. I made us a cuppa and gave her his laptop with the password, as I gave it to her I prayed that he had not left a page open, too late now. To my great relief, she opened it to show his browser homepage.

"Do you use the same browser on your Ipad?" she called,

I took my Ipad in with the tea and sat a tray of tea and biscuits in front of her on the coffee table,

"Yes, I think so. John sorted it." I said, clueless.

"Ok, lets see what we have. What exactly do you want Tam? Do you think he is up to no good?"

"No-no, nothing like that." I lied, my face showing the lie.

I've always been shit at lying, especially where my sister was concerned. When we were kids, I'd always be the one that was caught because she could lie her way out of it leaving me to get the blame.

"What has he been doing Tammy?"

"Ok, its porn." I said, sheepishly.

Kerry burst into fits of laughter, "Is that all?" she cried, "Fuck sis, I thought he was having an affair or something, all men surf porn!"

After a few minutes of her taking the piss, she synced our browsers so if he bookmarked any sites, I would get them too. She also put some kind of tracer program into his laptop, hiding it from the main screen, this would give me a live mirror feed to my Ipad of what he was watching.

Kerry tapped a few more keys and she gasped, her face changed and she straightened up taking a deep breath that whistled through her nose. Her eyes flicked up above the lid of the machine to meet mine gazing back at her.

"I see," she said quietly.

"What, what is it?" I asked, getting concerned now as her face had completely changed its expression.

Kerry slowly turned the laptop and on the screen was what I had been watching the other night. My face dropped and I felt sick, she hit the play button and the same noises filled the air.

"Yessss oooohh goddd, yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Turn it off!" I screamed.

She had an evil smirk on her face and Instead of turning it off, she put up the volume and shrieked with laughter.

"Turn it off!" I screamed again and snatched the machine from her hands slamming the lid.