The Total Lockdown

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Chapter One

 

It was weird, but I was a horny twenty year old so I didn’t question it too much.

Or at all, really.

Tara was hot. She was really hot considering she was in her mid-thirties and still had an incredible body.

The first really weird thing was that her husband, Thad, was a good-looking guy and in great shape for someone pushing fifty.

It was obvious why she married him. He was rich. Or at least he had a good job that made him a lot of money and kept him away from the house for extended periods.

It wasn’t any surprise to me why she wanted to fuck me.

At first I thought that it was all a joke and just some college myth that students made up. I overheard some guys saying they could hook up with slightly older women because their husbands were old and couldn’t fuck and whatever.

Curious—and horny—I looked into some of the hookup apps. And it was true. Most of the women were average, but since I didn’t have much luck with women at my college, I decided to give it a go.

Tara was the only one who replied. Next thing I knew, I was arranging a date with her. It was at a coffee shop. It lasted ten minutes.

“Look,” she said. “I don’t want to waste your time or mine. Let’s go back to my place and have sex.”

I nearly spit out my coffee. I don’t like coffee so it was easy to spit it out.

“What?”

She smiled at my reaction. “I’m just looking for a good fuck. A regular good fuck and I want to try you out.”

“Uh...sure?”

She was pretty enough and seemed to have a nice body under her clothes. Long black hair with a bit of a curl to it. Nothing about her screamed overly sexy or lusty. She was an average suburban woman. A married woman. I was staring at her left hand and the large diamond ring on the third finger.

She saw me staring.

“My husband knows.”

I pulled back and realized I had been staring. “What?”

“My husband knows. He approves.”

“What?” I repeated.

She laughed softly at me. “When men get older, they get kinkier. Besides, Thad can’t get it up regularly for me any longer.”

I wondered how long they had been married, but I didn’t ask the question. I just went to Tara’s house.

I was more than impressed with the house. It was huge. It was outside the city in a nice suburb. It wasn’t exactly a mansion, but it was fancy. Very fancy and non-traditional building. I felt like a cad parking my broken down car in the driveway and hoped it wouldn’t leak oil all over the asphalt.

It was set back in the woods a bit, off the main road. There were some fancy statues and sculptures in the front yard and a huge backyard that seemed to serve no purpose. What did I know?

Once inside with Tara, she got right to the point. “We’re not using the master bedroom. The guest bedroom is good enough for your audition.”

Audition? Okay…

She led me through the house. We had entered through the front door to a huge foyer, then went past a huge staircase, through a similarly huge kitchen, and then up a back staircase (the servant’s stairs?), to an upstairs hallway that seemed almost boring compared to the fancy downstairs.

We passed by a couple of closed doors before she opened one, leading me into a bedroom that was easily three times the size of my dorm room, and more than twice as big as my bedroom at home.

The bed was queen sized, not huge, but still bigger than anything I had ever slept in. The furniture was nice and it was decorated almost like a hotel room. That was weird, but it wasn’t nearly as weird as when I turned away from the window looking out on the backyard to find Tara was taking off her clothes.

“What are doing?”

She smiled at me, like a teacher smiling at their stupidest student, “Undressing. It’s hard to have sex fully clothed. I mean, it can be done, but it’s more fun to be naked.”

Her shoes had been kicked off and her shirt had been removed, revealing a fancy black lace bra. I stared at her semi-revealed tits, trying to see her nipples through the material, but it wasn’t translucent. Or at least not translucent enough.

“Oh,” was my reply. “Yeah.”

“Were you expecting some romance first?” she asked, teasing while pulling down her very expensive yoga pants. They looked expensive at least. Like any well-mannered and well-dressed suburban wife, Tara’s shirt had come down low enough on her body to hide most of her ass, but exposed the bottom edge to tease lustful guys like me.

That didn’t matter now. I stared at her mostly naked body. Her panties matched her bra. She was facing me and I couldn’t tell if they were bikini style or a thong. My cock didn’t care.

I was as hard as a bar of steel inside my pants. I’m sure that Tara noticed the bulge.

I have an impressive bulge. I knew that. I had bragged about that to Tara on the hookup app I had been using to find her.

She didn’t exactly lick her lips while she examined me with her eyes, but she came close.

It suddenly occurred to me that Tara had definitely done this before. I was hardly her first extramarital lover.

“I want to see your cock,” she said and almost modestly turned her body to shield her breasts and crotch with her hands. The effect of this was to make my cock throb painfully in my jeans. In the process of turning she revealed to me that she was most definitely wearing a thong. Not a slutty thong, but the sort of thong a woman of good status would wear to keep her husband interested in her.

Or in this case, to excite her much younger lover.

Almost mechanically I started undressing for her. She watched closely. I felt like I was on display, a piece of meat.

I liked it.

Kick off the shoes. Pull off the shirt. Unzip the jeans. Drop them, leave on my underwear. Let her see the bulge.

Let her see the head peeking out of the waistband.

I waited a moment too long.

She walked over to me and hooked her finger into the elastic and pulled it down, showing off my huge cock.

I knew it was huge. I’ve measured. I’ve compared with stats on the internet.

“Holy fucking shit,” she breathed as she went down on her knees. She had probably been planning on doing that, but I like to think her knees went weak when I revealed myself. “You’re huge.”

“You said on your profile big cocks only.”

“Yeah, but…” She stopped talking. She reached for me and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

She probably had average sized hands. Her fingers didn’t go all the way around me.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“It’s okay if you don’t want—” I started to say, but then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

Her mouth was big enough to encompass me. She even got about halfway down my shaft. I’m not into deepthroating. I’ve only ever had one woman try. I didn’t need that. I just needed a woman who knew how to handle a big cock.

The problem with having a big dick, I’d learned over the years, is that some women get intimidated because it’s not going to fit there. The trick to overcoming that, I had also learned, was to get her plenty warmed up. To that end, I’d become an expert in eating pussy.

Tara continued to suck me for a minute. She loved it enough that she didn’t give up easily though she tried to get as much of me into her mouth as possible.

“I want it all,” she said, looking up at me, her eyes full of lust. Her hand pumped up and down on my hard cock and she kissed the side of the shaft before sliding her tongue around to lick my balls.

“You don’t have to—” left my mouth but I wasn’t able to say anything else because she sucked my sack so hard that I was on the dangerous razor blade between cumming and doubling over with that punched in the stomach feeling that accompanies rough ball handling.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” she asked, backing up and heading toward the bed. She didn’t even bother to pull back the sheets. She just laid down on her back, knees up, her hand gesturing out to me.

“Yeah,” I said approaching her. It’s sometimes awkward walking and moving around with a hard cock, but I had managed to master that skill over the years.

I didn’t move all the way onto the bed. I just reached for her hips, found the top edge of her panties, and pulled them down.

For some reason I expected her to resist me a little. Maybe I was too used to women my age who were always a little hesitant about sex because of my big cock, but Tara lifted up her hips and helped me strip her.

I didn’t rudely shove my cock into her pussy. I had learned well ever since high school.

Instead I laid down on the bed between her legs and put my face to her pussy.

Her scent was strong but pleasant. Her pink labia were glistening with moisture, a testament to her need to be fucked. I wasn’t surprised that her pubes were carefully groomed. She didn’t just shave or wax them all off. Of course not. She was a refined lady. Her patch was carefully sculpted into a neat triangle of glossy black curls. Its downward vertex just touched the top of her slit. The triangle expanded outward and upward. The top edge was maybe two inches across, the entire length was maybe three inches.

Refined and classy.

I licked her pulsing labia from her perineum up to her clit. She gasped a little when I lingered on that little nub of pleasure. Sensing how much she liked the attention I sucked it gently into my mouth.

“Oh holy fuck,” she cursed.

I stopped sucking. I didn’t want to hurt her or, worse, annoy her.

“What the fuck are you doing,” she blurted out. “Keep doing that.”

I didn’t bother with witty repartee. I sucked her clit back into my mouth and sucked harder. She groaned in pleasure.

Deciding she needed a little more attention, I slipped a finger up into her pussy.

She was wet. Incredibly wet. She was also very hot. I’ve noticed pussies vary in temperature. Heat doesn’t always mean turned on, but it certainly seemed to be the case with Tara.

I carefully explored her pussy with my finger, stroking the front wall of her tunnel while licking and sucking on her clit. If I could find that little hidden bit of flesh inside her pussy while sucking on her clit, I knew I could get her more than ready for my big cock.

I had had one girlfriend in the past, pretty and fun, but nothing I did could make her cum. Nothing. She claimed that vibrators didn’t work on her.

Needless to say, we didn’t last very long.

Tara was completely comfortable with her body. I was expecting to work for a while to get her to cum. Nothing could be further from the truth. I licked and sucked and fingered for, at most two minutes, before she started gasping so hard I pulled my face up, but she grabbed my head and shoved it back into her pussy.

I took the hint.

Another few seconds and she was screaming with an orgasm. She ground her pussy against my face and she gushed sweet amrita to the point that I thought I was going to drown.

It would have been a hell of a way to go.

“Okay, that was good,” she panted. “You really know how to eat pussy.”

“Thank you,” I said politely. I didn’t bother wiping her juices from my face. Either she was going to want more, which would be great, or I could just leave her perfume on me, which would also be great.

I pulled my finger from within her pulsing pussy and ran it down her slick labia. She shivered at the contact.

“Oh...don’t do that,” she moaned.

“Sorry.”

“I mean...don’t do just that. Fuck me.” She wasn’t begging. She was ordering. I liked that.

“You sure?” I asked. “I mean...I’m pretty big. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tara looked down at me between her knees. “I’m a big girl. You’re not going to hurt me.”

I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.

It took her a second to realize what she had just said.

“I mean I’m an adult!” she blurted out, trying to correct herself.

“Tight pussies are overrated,” I declared. “Hot and wet are the most important. A little breathing room is always nice.”

“Just get up here and fuck me,” she said, trying to push past the awkwardness.

“Sure, just a second.” I stood up from the bed and grabbed my jeans. A smart man always brings his own condoms. I always did. I’m not bragging when I say I need the extra large because, literally with no exaggeration, most condoms are so tight on me they’re painful and distracting.

Plus, it showed my partners that I always came prepared (pun intended) and was that sort of thoughtful person.

When Tara saw that I had a condom packet in my hand she sat up and moved to stop me from opening it.

“You don’t need that,” she assured me.

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

Her smile was sly and reassuring. “I can assure you that you don’t. You won’t get me pregnant.”

I hesitated. I wanted to, but the risks were running through my head.

“Please fuck me,” she said, almost begging now. She ran her hand down over her pussy, showing me how wet she was, as if I didn’t already know. “It’s not really cheating if you use a condom.

“Okay…” I knew it was a bad idea. But this whole encounter was a bad idea.

Smiling, she moved back on the bed and adjusted her position. This seemed to make her realize that she had soaked the comforter. “Wow. I really came hard. I’m going to have to have the comforter washed. I made a mess.”

I couldn’t say anything to that. I watched, mesmerized, as she removed her bra and released her tits. Like the rest of her body, her tits were great. A little on the small side, but I wasn’t complaining. Nice pink nipples, slightly upturned. More cute than sexy, but sexy enough for me.

“Come up here and get to it,” she encouraged me.

I didn’t need much encouragement at that point.

Once I got into position over her, she wrapped her hand around my cock. “Oh god it’s so fucking big,” she breathed. I’d heard similar words before and half the time it resulted in my partner changing her mind and giving me a handy or a blowjob instead of straight up sex.

In Tara’s case, it was more of an encouragement to herself, or maybe a declaration of satisfaction. Either way, she guided me to her pussy and fitted my head between her moist, slick lips.

I pushed in carefully. That was the only way to do it. She groaned as I filled her up.

“Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no! All the way in!” She reached around to my ass to encourage me to penetrate her all the way.

It was a tall order.

I easily filled it.

By the time I was all the way in, she was panting and sweating. It was more attractive than it sounds.

“Give me a second, and then I want you to pound me and make me scream.” Those were the words of a woman addicted to sex.

I was starting to sense Tara was wilder than the average woman.

There was only one thing to do. I started pounding.

She started screaming in pleasure.

I like it when a woman is noisy in bed and enjoying herself. Tara wasn’t shy about sharing herself and I took full advantage of that.

Maybe it was because she was older and more experienced, or maybe there were some anatomical differences, but Tara was the best and most eager lover I had ever had. Fucking her wasn’t just a pleasure in the sexual sense, but it was fun unlike sex had ever been before for me.

Her pussy was wet and accommodating. Everything was perfect. I tried not to think about her being married and cheating on her husband even though her husband knew. Or so she said.

It occurred to me, right there, mid-fuck, that her husband could walk in at any moment, lose his shit, and shoot me dead.

I know it’s completely fucked up, but somehow that thought was enough to push me over the edge. I came and I came hard.

I was embarrassed at how much the orgasm drained me. I wound up collapsing on top of Tara. She didn’t seem to mind. Her hands lightly rubbed my back, holding me there.

When I started to move off her, she grabbed me, preventing me from moving. “No. Stay with me. I love your big cock in me.”

I rested atop her a minute longer, but then I had softened to the point where I slipped out and she allowed me to roll away.

“I can’t wait to tell Thad about your big cock,” she said dreamily. “He’s going to be so jealous!”

That sounded unnerving to me. What sort of woman bragged to her husband about cheating on him?

Tara. She was that sort of woman.

“Okay. That’s fucked up,” I said.

She laughed a little. “Yeah. It sort of is. That’s what happens when you get old and start looking for things to keep sex interesting.”

Tara rolled to her side and looked at me. “Would you like to meet Thad?”

It took all of my self-control to not jump up and run away when she suggested that. “Are you fucking crazy?”

Tara laughed in earnest at my reaction. “He’d love to meet you. He’d love to see your big cock. He’d love to watch you fuck me.”

And that’s when I realized how deep into it I was.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

I didn’t meet Thad right away. I didn’t want to meet him at all. I just wanted to keep fucking Tara on the sly as much as possible.

As it turned out, she was a horny little minx who couldn’t get enough of my cock.

It was the first time I had ever been with anyone who couldn’t get enough of my cock. Yeah, yeah, I know. But big dick problems aren’t a joke when it comes to sex.

So for a few weeks, I get to fuck Tara on the regular, two or three times a week. I’m fitting her in (heh!) between classes and work. Still, it’s a pain in the ass to drive over to her place every other day just to get laid.

And that’s all it is. Getting laid. She doesn’t want a relationship. She just wants to fuck me.

That’s all well and good, but I was sort of looking for a girlfriend at the same time.

Tara, as nice and fun as she was, wasn’t girlfriend material.

Friday night rolled around and she called to have me come over and fuck her. I declined saying I had a party to go to.

She didn’t beg or plead. She just asked what the party was and where it was.

It truth, it wasn’t a frat party or anything like that. It was just a trivia night at a bar. I had been invited with friends and it was a prime time to go. I was getting tired of Tara. She had a great body and would happily let me fuck her, and she gave great blowjobs, but it was time for the relationship to be over.

At O’Leary’s bar I joined the trivia team with my friends and we got busy losing. We weren’t there to win. We were there for the alcohol.

Apparently Tara had too much time on her hands, or maybe she was too in love with my cock. She came to the bar. I didn’t notice her at first, but she showed up at our table and insinuated herself into our group.

In my inebriated state it took me a few minutes to recognize her. Of course the fact that she was wearing a sweatshirt with our college logo on it and had her hair back in a ponytail made her look a lot younger than she was.

Everyone was impressed that I was drunkenly making out with the new girl. Or maybe I pissed them off. I don’t know. Don said that Aricka was interested in me and would have been happy to go back to my dorm room.

Instead, I went back to my dorm room with Tara. Naturally we fucked. Naturally, she was loud.

I had no idea where my roommate, Chris, was. I hoped he was hooking up with someone else.

In the morning I had a mild hangover and dry mouth. I needed to piss and had to roll over Tara to get to the bathroom.

It made me wonder when the last time she had been in a dorm room was.

The first piss of the morning after a hard night of drinking always lasts forever.

When I got back to my room, my heart stopped.

Tara was sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing one of my t-shirts that covered everything, but it was obvious from her erect nipples under the material, that she was wearing just the t-shirt. That would have been fine...if she hadn’t been talking with Chris.

“Oh good! You’re back! I need to pee!” Showing no signs or a hangover, she ran into the suite room and from there to the bathroom.

I didn’t have enough presence of mind to tell her it was supposed to be for men only.

Oh well.

Chris and I eyed each other.

“She seems nice,” he said. “Hot too.”

“Thanks.”

We continued to stare at each other for a long moment. I was positive I heard Tara peeing in the bathroom.

“I don’t think I’ve seen her before. Where’d you meet her?”

“O’Leary’s. Last night. Trivia night.”

“Huh. I haven’t seen her around campus. “

I didn’t know how else to answer. I felt I had to say something. “She’s not a student here.”

“Yeah…” He nodded his head. He was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. “She looks a little older…”

We stared at each other. “Yeah…”

“She’s noisy as hell too. You must have fucked her pretty good last night.”

I froze. It wasn’t like I went bragging to my fellow students about the size of my cock. I knew it was big. My partners knew it was big. There’s no reason to talk about it.

Chris looked away, gazing out the window for a moment. “She was screaming about how big your cock was,” he commented.

“When did you come in last night?” I asked, avoiding the implied question.

He blinked at me. “Dude. I was here the whole night. The two of you just came in when I was in bed and started fucking.”

My heart started thumping so hard I was certain it was going to burst through my ribcage.

“You were...here?” I asked. How drunk had I been?

“Yeah dude. You guys were so fucking noisy with your fucking, that I got up and left.”

“I didn’t see that at all…”

Chris faced me. I turned my face away. I couldn’t look at him. “Yeah. Well… you were pretty busy at the time.” He looked back out the window. There were squirrels, as usual, running all over the quad. “Just how big is your dick anyway?”

“What?”

“I must have been going on and on about your cock,” said Tara as she walked back into the room.

“What?” My brain wasn’t working. “How did you...why would…”

Tara sat down on the edge of the bed with me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. Her t-shirt—my college t-shirt that my mother had bought for me on the first day of my freshman year!—started to ride up on her hips. I was certain it was way too high. Chris was staring at her lap. I didn’t blame him. I didn’t know what to say.

“She’s really loud,” Chris said finally. “I was trying to sleep on the suite couch but…”

“Sorry about that,” said Tara as she put her hand on my crotch. “I love his big dick.”

Chris started laughing. My face turned bright red and I shoved her hand away.

She laughed at me.

Chris took the opportunity to stand up. “I’d better go shower,” he said and quickly exited the room.

“Fuck,” I cursed when he closed the door. “I had no clue he was in here last night.”

Tara shrugged, unconcerned we had fucked with someone else in the room. “It’s fine. He probably jerked off to us.”

I laughed at her inappropriate joke.

“It was good practice for you. I can’t wait for you to fuck me in front of Thad.”

“What?”

“It’s what I want. It’s what Thad wants. He’s already getting frustrated that he hasn’t met you yet.”

I knew that Tara was moving me in that direction. It was weird and not in a curious or fun way. Why would a husband want to see his wife fucked by someone else? Why would he want to hear about it? After every meetup with me, Tara would report back that she told Thad all about our encounter and how it had made him hard and he was actually able to fuck her.

I couldn’t decide if she was telling me a story to wind up her erotic imagination or if she was telling the truth.

Worse, I didn’t know which I wanted it to be.

“I think your kink...his kink is freaky.” Yes, I was passing judgement on another person’s sexual expression. I was already partly complicit in their little kink and fantasy, but that didn’t mean I liked doing it. I was kink shaming while being part of the kink.

But in my defense, sex with Tara was amazing and I couldn’t help myself.

“That’s what makes it fun,” she told me. “Come over to my place tomorrow afternoon to meet Thad. He’s going to watch us.”

She pulled off my t-shirt, leaving her naked, and started dressing in her clothes. I was sad to see her out of my t-shirt, and sadder still to see her get dressed.

“What if I don’t?” I asked, like I was able to resist her at all.

Tara adjusted her bra and pulled on her blouse. “Then I’m not going to fuck you again. And don’t bother calling me. There are plenty of other big dicks in the world.”

Bending over, she kissed me on the lips and sauntered out of my room.

I watched her ass march out. It was a beautiful view. I wondered how she was able to have such self-assurance with her sexuality. And how did she manage not to feel uncomfortable in a dorm of college kids when she was fifteen years older than us?

Maybe it was all an act.

I stared out the window, wondering what I should do.

Eventually Chris came back in, showered and dressed. “I’m not going to pass judgement, man, because she is a hot piece of ass, but isn’t she a little old for you?”

“Yeah…” it wasn’t much of an answer. I wasn’t paying attention to what he said.

“I mean, when you guys came in drunk last night and just started going at it, I figured you didn’t know I was in bed. Don’t get me wrong. I took a look at her, but I’m not into watching my roommate fuck, if you know what I mean. Porn is fine and all, but I can’t handle seeing your dick and continue living with you.”

“Uh-huh.” I was still staring out the window. The squirrels were extra active this morning. Winter was coming.

“Anyway. I had to leave when she was getting loud. She loves your dick, I guess. Just a fair warning, most of the dorm knows you have an enormous cock, if what’s-her-face wasn’t lying.”

He paused and fell silent. I was already silent so that worked out well.

“And I’m pretty sure I’m going to fuck her as well,” Chris finally said.

That woke me up “What?!”

Chris was shaking his head in annoyance at me. “I’m fucking kidding. Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Yeah, she loves my huge cock,” I said dismissively. “Tell me something, would you fuck your girlfriend in front of her husband?”

Chris blinked at me.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Hypothetically.”

“No.”

He and I locked eyes for an uncomfortably long moment.

“And I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to refer to...what’s her name?”

“Tara.”

“Tara as your girlfriend. You just said she’s married, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Her husband is probably some psycho retired Marine who’ll rip your nuts off and kill her for fucking you.”

“Right. Good advice. I’m never going to see her again. Wild sex and all, but not worth it in the long run.”

Chris nodded. “Glad to be of help.”

 

Sunday afternoon I parked my ancient Honda in Tara’s driveway. This was the stupidest thing I had ever done in my life.

So far.

I considered backing my car in just in case I needed to make a quick escape, but I figured if I was in the car, I’d be good.

That didn’t help my nerves at all when I went to the front door and rang the bell. My knees were weak, my stomach was a hard knot of fear, and my heart was thumping in my chest like it was being powered by a speed metal drummer on meth.

I was relieved that Tara answered the door. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She practically had to pull me into the house.

I stumbled over the threshold.

Tara was talking and leading me by the hand, but I wasn’t hearing a single word she said. I was anxiously scanning the hallway and rooms for any sign of her husband and a possible sneak attack that would end my life.

We found him in the kitchen, mixing drinks. He was exactly like I expected: older, maybe fifty, broad shoulders and a good physique, but not overly muscular and not going to fat either. His hair was graying and with his barrel chest, he looked every bit like a retired Marine.

“Thad,” he said holding his hand out to me. “You must be Ned.”

“Nate,” I immediately corrected him and stuck out my hand because I didn’t know what else to do.

“Nate. Good name. Short for Nathaniel?”

“Yes.”

“I hear you’ve been fucking my wife,” he said, his tone changing to just a little bit of intimidation. If my knees hadn’t already been locked I would have fallen over in a faint.

We were still shaking hands. I pulled my hand back. “N-n-n-no!” I stuttered and lied.

Tara, standing next to me, gave me a little shove and laughed. “Don’t lie, Nate. He already knows the truth.”

“I mean…” I started to explain.

“Stop teasing him, dear,” Tara lectured her husband and leaned across the center island that separated me from Thad. She gave him a kiss on the lips.

“When you get old like me you start to embrace your kinks,” he said, sliding a glass across the smooth granite surface that protected me from getting my ass kicked.

“You’re not that old,” I said automatically to ingratiate myself to Thad.

He smirked at me. “You don’t even know how old I am.”

“How old are you?” I realized how stupid it was to ask that question, so I gulped my drink and tried not to wince at how strong it was.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Fifty one. Yes, I married a much younger woman and now I’m paying for it.”

“You’re not paying for anything,” Tara told him and took my drink away from me. “I don’t want you drunk,” she explained when I tried to take it back. “No whiskey dick either.”