My husband has a perfect understanding of what gets me off and coupled with a creative mind we’ve managed to bring about some fantastic scenarios over the years. I hope to share quite a few of them eventually, but I’ll start off with one that is a particular favourite of mine.
Back when we were first engaged we were renting an apartment in a old building of about 10 flats. Our next door neighbour was an older man Gus, I’d have put him around late 50s, divorced, a bit heavy set, looked a bit gruff and rough but was a friendly and chatty guy. Our balconies were next to each other so not long after moving in we’d already met him and started chatting.
We lived there for a couple of years and got to know him decently well over that time. We’d have the occasional pop round for a drink, have each other round for dinner every so often. Not super close but we got on. There was a significant age gap between us and him and he’d say some pretty questionable stuff which always made me a bit stand offish around him. He could be casually sexist, always passed it off as a joke, commenting on how I dressed, how I should smile more, do what my boyfriend says, that kind of crap.
Of course, my husband being who he is and knowing how my mind works was aware that this kind of attitude was a big trigger for my submissive kink. We did a few role plays where he would pretend to be our neighbour, disciplining me, ‘correcting’ my uptight behaviour. Eventually he shared with me how much he wanted to Gus to see me naked and it didn’t take much convincing to get me on board. We talked through a dozen or so possible scenarios but didn’t rush it, and eventually the right opportunity presented itself.
We were on our way back from a very boozy day drinking with some friends one weekend. As we’re stumbling up the main stairway laughing to each other Gus pops his head out of his flat and invites us in for a drink, saying he saw and heard us coming up the driveway. We go in, pop a few drinks and spend enough time drinking and laughing and talking shit that it starts to go dark. At one stage while Gus is using the toilet my husband double checks with me that I’m ok to go ahead, clearly sensing an opportunity.
It wasn’t hard to get Gus on the topic of women, it was usually something he was pretty happy to chat about and would usually have some long and probably exaggerated story to tell. So my husband starts guiding the conversation and eventually gets onto the subject of naked cleaners. He’s asking Gus if he’s ever had that, if his wife ever did that for him when they were married. He says no and asks the same of us, to which my husband indicates to me and says yeh, he’s got one right here.
Gus visibly perks up at this and starts asking questions, any excuse to get some insight into our personal lives. My husband is egging him on, saying what a good and obedient cleaner I am, we’re all quite drunk and laughing along at it, I’m telling him to shut up but that just spurs him on more. It doesn’t take long for Gus to say that I’m welcome to clean up his mess any time I’m free, and right on cue my husband turns to me and says ‘what about now’.
We have a little mock back and forth, I protest, Gus and my husband encourage and plead with me, I keep saying no but slowly do it more hesitantly, like my resolve is being chipped away. Finally when it feels right I ‘give in’ and say ok, just so you’ll drop it, but I’m keeping my underwear on. I strip down to my bra and undies and get some applause and encouraging comments and then pick up a cloth and start making a show of cleaning up, wiping surfaces etc. It doesn’t take long before they’re both prompting me to take the rest off, I put up a little resistance but not as much as before, and next think I know my bra and panties are joining the pile of clothes on the floor.
It was an amazing feeling, standing there barefoot in his apartment, not a stitch on, having him drink in every inch. I made a show of going to the kitchen and fetching them each a drink, and then picking up the cloth again and doing a big exaggerated act of cleaning, slowly wiping surfaces, bending at the waist, giving a nice clear view of my bent over ass and everything else you could possibly see. Thinking back afterwards I wished I’d done more of a show, got down on my hands and knees, face to the floor, scrubbing and spreading, but I was quite nervous and excited as it was and was barely keeping myself together.
We let Gus enjoy the show for a few minutes until my husband wisely said that’s enough for tonight. We quickly said our goodbyes, I bundled up my clothes into a pile and did a quick naked dart from Gus’ apartment to ours next door (something that in itself was a huge thrill) and my husband absolutely pounced on me the second our door was closed. We share a wall with his apartment so I’m sure he would have heard everything that follows.
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