Author's notes: As lockdown is finally consigned to the dustbin of history, I have at last got round to putting this story that came to me during that dreadful period, into print. It is a fantasy, but as in all my stories, all participants are over the age of eighteen, and all sex acts described are consensual. Please consider leaving a comment and using the star system to assess my work. Thanks.
2020. It was the worst of times. It was also eventually to became the best of times. See? I told you this wasn't a re-working of Dickens' classic story set during the French Revolution. Let me explain.
At the time that my story begins, I was forty two years old, and at the height of my sexual prowess. I was (still am) a Hotwife, with a loving, understanding cuckold husband, and several lovers, all of whom had bigger, thicker cocks than Richard.
Covid had been talked about for what seemed like weeks. Then came lockdown. It couldn't have come at a worse time. My cuckold was away on business, and immediately was diagnosed with the disease. He was made to go into quarantine in a hotel in London, and then the government, in its' wisdom, decreed that all schools should close.
I am deputy head of the local primary school in our town, and I live next door to another member of staff, Miss Polly Prosser. She is known to all the children in school as Pee-pee, which they think is very daring and very funny. It is, in fact, ironic, because there's nothing better that Polly likes than to lie down in the bath and have someone (it's me usually) piss all over her before she uses her very educated tongue to lick me dry.
Polly is also what is known in some circles as a BBW: a Big Beautiful Woman. She is not as tall as me (I'm five foot seven) but she has a glorious pair of tits (38DD) and an arse that just cries out to be spanked. It wobbles when she walks, and she has to wear knee length directoire knickers to prevent her thighs from rubbing against one another and chafing.
So, yes. As well as being a Hotwife, I am bi-sexual, dominant and incredibly highly sexed. I need fucking at least once a day, and if none of my lovers are available, then Polly usually pops in from next door after school and, in return for a good caning, will strap on and fuck me. Sometimes I allow my cuckold to watch his Hotwife getting a good cunt pounding, and sometimes he is allowed to watch me fuck Polly. Her whole body quivers like a blancmange as she approaches her own orgasm when she's being fucked.
So, this was the new reality. My cuckold was stuck in a hotel in London, and my next door neighbour and I were 'working from home'. Whilst we waited for the education department to set up an on-line teaching programme, and to deliver lap tops and ipads to our pupils, Polly and I amused ourselves by indulging in some lovely lesbian sex, quite a bit of bdsm, and the odd session of piss play.
Two days into lockdown and Polly and I were still in bed. We'd sixty-nined one another to a lovely early morning mutual orgasm, and were now contemplating round two in the shower before going down to have our breakfast. The phone rang, and I picked up the handset from my bedside table.
It was Deidre, my sister-in-law. Just like me, Richard's sister is a Hotwife. We occasionally met up and swapped cuckolds. Deidre had been taught by her late mother (another Hotwife!) to dominate her elder brother, and when she married, she turned her attention to her new husband, and left Richard to me. But Henry, Deidre's cuckold was also bi-sexual, and so we began meeting up occasionally to tease our respective cuckolds and to teach them how to suck cock for our amusement.
"Good morning, darling," Deidre began. "I'm sorry to ring you so early. I have some bad news and a favour to ask."
My heart sank. Already the news about Covid wasn't good, and I asked Deidre cautiously what her bad news was.
"Simon came over on Saturday night," she replied. (Simon was her current lover.) "I know it's against the rules, but I was desperate for cock. Anyway, the fucker's given both Henry and me Covid. We're both alright, just flu-like symptoms at the moment, but obviously, we can't go out."
"So your favour is that you want me to do some shopping for you, is it?" I asked, relieved that Deidre's bad news wasn't too tragic.
"No, it's not that, but thanks for the offer anyway. This is about Philip."
Philip, her son, and my nephew, was in his final year of university.
"He's been given a choice," Deidre continued. "Stay there, in his room in isolation in the hall of residence where he lives, or come home and continue his studies on-line. Philip tells me that he's in line for a first if he carries on doing as well as he has been. He thinks he'd be better off at home, but obviously, he can't come here now. Can he lodge with you for a while, please?"
I looked at Polly, who was lazily fingering herself with one hand whilst rubbing her nipple with the other. Sex was very important to me, but so was family. If Philip came to stay, I could always make some excuse and go next door to Polly's house when the need took me.
"Of course he can come to stay," I assured my sister-in-law. "When will he be arriving?"
"He wants to leave as soon as possible," Deidre replied. "He's Covid free at the moment, and the University will arrange transport. They want to get rid of as many of the students as possible. Is tomorrow too soon?"
"Not at all," I told her. "I'll make up the bed in my spare bedroom, and Philip can work from there if he wants to. I'm assuming he'll bring his own lap top? I'm expecting to be using mine once the authority has sorted out lesson arrangements for the children in school."
"Yes, he will have everything he'll need to complete his dissertation," Deidre assured me. "Thanks for this, Olwen. I owe you. When all of this is over, let's get together and put both our cuckolds through their paces. I suppose you're in the same boat as me? Sex is going to be restricted to pegging the cuckold, and sitting on his face and wriggling. Simon won't risk passing Covid on to anyone else, so he's staying away, even after he's done his period of self-isolation"
I explained to Deidre that her brother was also currently isolating in a hotel in London. "Fuck knows when he'll be home," I told her gloomily. "All of my lovers are taking the same precautions as your Simon, so it'll be good to have a man about the house when Philip arrives."
"He's such an innocent, remember," Deidre warned me. "He hasn't even got a girlfriend and he knows nothing about the lifestyle Henry and I live. Please don't corrupt him."
"I promise that I'll be the soul of discretion whilst he's here," I assured Deidre. "I'll lock all my vibrators, strap-ons and toys away!"
Deidre giggled.
"Knowing you, you'll be climbing the walls by the end of the week," she replied. "You're the only person I know who has sex more often than I do!"
We chatted for a few more minutes, and then we hung up. I looked across at Polly, who was now fingering herself in ernest. I pulled her hand out from between her legs. Two fingers glistened with cunt juice, and I popped them into my mouth.
Having sucked Polly's cunty fingers clean, I told her what was about to happen. As usual, her sensible and practical mind came to a rapid solution.
"I'll go back home when Philip arrives," she said. "We can tell him that we need to meet daily to discuss school work, and you can come to mine and we can carry on playing without corrupting your innocent nephew! He can get on with his university work here and you and I can fuck each other rigid in my house!"
