Lucy Wilson
Copyright© 2026 by Rebecca Shaw
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A true story of a bored young wife's journey into being a complete BDSM slut for her perverted old neighbour
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Slut Wife Exhibitionism
I opened the door and instantly heard the voice of our neighbour Mr Barker. Oh not again I thought, this was the third Friday in a row he was over drinking his expensive malt whisky with my husband Steven. All I wanted was a quiet evening in front of the TV after a long week at work. Now I had to put up with his leering and occasional lewd comments about what he might do with a “pretty little wife like me.” God he was such a dinosaur and a misogynist pig. I had no idea what Steven even saw in him as a friend, apart from the free supply of alcohol.
I put my head around the door of the lounge and tried my best to give a polite smile to Mr Barker and told Steven I was having a shower and maybe an early night. Of course it was met with smug innuendo from our obnoxious neighbour and my husband told me not to be so unsociable and at least come and have one drink with them after my shower. It was the last thing I wanted to do but reluctantly agreed, which got another leering grin from Mr Barker.
The shower was relaxing and I was just about to reach for my sleepwear when I remembered the drink I had promised with Steven and the old sod next door and grabbed some loose jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt, I didn’t bother with a bra, which I often did when just relaxing around the house and headed down to join them both. I couldn’t face the thought of the horrid whisky and poured myself some red wine and sat in an armchair opposite Mr Barker. He looked at me for a second or two then spoke.
“You have disappointed me Lucy, Steven was telling me all the sexy lingerie you have and you come back like that,” he sounded like he was joking but I could tell he was serious.
I looked across at my husband who suddenly replied that I was too boring and uptight to do anything like that. They both laughed as I thought how Steven was almost a different person when he was drinking like this with Mr Barker. I shrugged off the comment as they talked about Politics and football as usual. I took a gulp of my wine and was just about to say I was tired when the obnoxious old git looked at me again and spoke.
“So are you really that boring Lucy, you won’t give an old man a treat, Steven won’t mind, will you?” he asked, looking at my husband.
“Oh forget it Harry, there is no way she will do anything like that, she didn’t even get her tits out when we went to Spain,” he laughed.
I don’t know what came over me and it was actually him who had suggested I didn’t go topless on holiday last year as one of his friends was in the same hotel and hated the idea he might see me. Whether it was that or not wanting to look “boring” god knows but I stood up and looked as defiant as I could and took a deep breath. Without any warning I reached the base of the grey sweatshirt and lifted it up to my neck. Steven looked wide eyed in shock and Mr Barker just sat back and gave a lecherous grin. What the hell was I doing showing my bare breasts to the worst neighbour on the street? I had no idea why but at the same time I could feel my pink nipples get hard and a tingle ran through me.
As quickly as I had exposed myself I pushed the sweatshirt back to cover myself and sat back down. I knew my face was a bright red and even Steven looked like he was blushing as well. With another gulp of wine I tried to compose myself. How on earth could I explain what I had just done and it was so out of character for me. The room fell silent and a strange sort of tension was in the air. I don’t know who was more embarrassed, me or my husband.
“Oh Lucy, you could have warned me, I would have put my glasses on,” laughed our obnoxious neighbour.
“Magnifying glasses you mean,” added Steven. “She hasn’t exactly got the biggest pair,” as they both continued to laugh.
I was shocked that Steven would join in making fun of me like this and even though I was only a 34b he had never made any comments before that he thought they weren’t big enough for him. I knew that without a bra they did look smaller and usually when I got dressed up to go out I would wear a push up bra to give myself some cleavage. I was feeling so self conscious now and took another gulp of the wine knowing my face was bright red and not really listening to what they were saying. A sudden comment from my husband made me look up and almost gasp out loud.
“You have no chance Harry, she hasn’t even shown me what it looks like yet!” exclaimed Steven with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
I knew instantly what he was referring to. A few weeks ago he had bought me some expensive lingerie for my birthday. I was never really a dressing up for sex kind of person and even though I had actually tried it on, it just made me feel more awkward and embarrassed rather than in the mood to make love. I was shocked that Steven would have even discussed his gift for me as Mr Barker obviously knew about it. I knew guys talked but this was never something I imagined my husband would tell anyone. I mean maybe his mates down the pub was one thing but a neighbour was just too much.
I was about to protest that he had no right to have conversations like that with anyone and it was so inappropriate when another thought hit me. Surly to god he didn’t talk about our sex life with him as well. A fresh blush seemed to spread across my face as I began to see my husband in a totally different light. Despite the outrage at the thought I half wondered what he might have said about me. I could imagine that he would have said I was indeed dull and boring and knew that since our marriage we hadn’t really done anything amazing in the bedroom.
“Harry says he would love to see you in the outfit I got for your birthday, so since you don’t mind showing your tits to him why don’t you really give him something to look at?” he seemed to ask like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
This was insane and for a moment I expected him to laugh and say it was just a joke but he looked intently at me waiting for my response. The leering old neighbour was staring at me and had the look that he was already undressing me with his eyes. I knew it was a sort of thing that some husbands did enjoy having their wife put on a display to other guys but never in my wildest dream did I think Steven was like that. One of my friends Emma had actually confessed to me that her husband Mark loved her to wear short skirts and tops that hardly covered her tits. When they went out the more she showed the better their sex was when they got home.
“So what do you say Lucy, have you got a sense of adventure or is Steven right, are you really too boring to let yourself go?” asked Mr Barker.
I looked at Steven, still shocked that he would allow or virtually encourage me to do such a thing. My mind was spinning and I had no idea what to say. I could feel myself subconsciously squeezing my thighs together and my nipples actually throbbed. What the hell was wrong with me, was I seriously contemplating actually doing it. I brought the wine glass to my mouth and drank it all down then tried to look almost defiant at Steven. Not wanting him to think he had got the better of me for some bizarre reason that made no sense I stood up and gave him a glare.
“Just remember this was your idea, don’t come crying to me when you have sobered up and regret it,” I snapped angrily at him.
“Mr Barker gave a loud, almost cartoon-like chortle as I stormed out of the room. I was feeling dizzy and had taken my top off even before I got to the bedroom. All I could think about was showing Steven that I was far from being “Boring” and if he wanted me to parade around in front of the neighbours in next to nothing, then that is exactly what I was going to do. I quickly took my bottoms and my knickers off and looked at myself in the mirror. I knew my breasts did look small but that was partly due to me being tall, 5’9’’, which is what I told myself anyway. My tummy had a bit of a swell which was nothing out of the ordinary and I kept my pubes trimmed into a nice neat strip. My hips were not too wide but did give me some shape and I played netball often and went to the gym occasionally so in all honesty I was happy with my appearance.
The lingerie consisted of a powder blue satin basque with a white lace trim and had a quarter cup bra which had the effect of pushing my breasts up and together but was only just enough to keep my nipples covered. The matching knickers were quite full at the front but although not a g-string there wasn’t a lot of material to cover my bottom. I pulled some white hold up stockings over my legs and stepped into the highest black heels I had. I quickly put a little make-up on and a squirt of my favorite perfume, which was Marc Jacobs Daisy and took a deep breath ready to walk downstairs.
I walked quickly to the kitchen to pour myself some more wine and heard the loud conversation interrupted by outburst of raucous laughter. I took a deep breath and gulped the wine and walked right into the lounge. It fell silent instantly as I slammed the wine glass on the coffee table, almost breaking it in the process. Without any hesitation I walked right up to Mr Barker. With my hands on my hips, my legs slightly apart looking as defiant and confident as I could. Inside my head I was anything but and as far as my plan, this was it. I had no idea what I was going to do next.
“Well Steven, this is how a pretty little wife should look when her husband is entertaining guests,” he spoke in such a condescending tone tinged with obvious misogyny.
Steven was looking in total disbelief at the sight before him and I kept my statuesque pose as the lecherous old neighbour leisurely looked me up and down. My heart was pounding inside my chest and took all my concentration just to keep still. I knew I was blushing but I was determined not to look away as he just smiled at me then lifted his hand and gave a spinning motion with his finger. I knew it was useless to argue but for some reason felt more embarrassed to have to let him see the back rather than the front. If anything I thought I should be grateful he wasn’t staring intently at my red face but knew exactly where his stare would be focussed as I shuffled around with my back to him.
“Oh what a splendid rump, I never knew she had such a fat bottom under all those boring clothes she usually wears.” he laughed.
Steven cleared his throat about to speak when Mr Barker actually reached out and took hold of my bum cheek. I let out a gasp but for some reason remained perfectly still as he had the sheer audacity to shake my cheek from side to side and laughed again. Surely Steven was going to put a stop to this madness and then as he removed his hand a split second later a resounding “Slap” landed on the same cheek. The sound echoed around the room and the instant sting made my skin burn. God knows why but I hardly flinched and could only stand literally frozen to the spot.
“Just bend forward a little my dear, we don’t want just one pink bum cheek do we, I think they have to match young lady, don’t you?” I could feel myself bend forward and even nod my head in agreement at the absurd question.
The next “slap” felt even harder and really stung as well as making such a loud sound. I hissed a little between my teeth and without thinking kept my hands at my waist and bent over a little more. It was met with a mocking “Good girl” from my tormentor as my husband sat in silence. He must have obviously taken this as an invitation, and who could blame him. Without any delay this time both my cheeks got another hard, sharp stinging “smack”. This time making me gasp out loud.
“Hey look Harry, that’s a bit much, I mean you have actually put handprints on her arse for god’s sake,” interrupted Steven.
I shuddered at the thought of my bottom actually having the imprints of his palm showing clearly to them both. I was almost feeling sick and dizzy and hardly able to comprehend why I was letting this happen. I stayed bending over at the waist with my legs apart a little further now. It was like I hadn’t been given permission to move and my whole personality was beginning to change. Far from the professional, respectable image of the perfect wife in my normal life I was acting and looking more like a total slut.
“Shh Steven my boy, does it look like she is objecting, just sit back and relax and we will see just what a randy little bitch your wife can be,” he sounded so confident.
He was not just in charge of me now but he had put Steven in his place as well. I don’t know which was more of a shock, him calling my husband “my boy” or him openly referring to me as a “bitch”. He put his hand back on my almost bare bottom again and rubbed gently this time. I let out a little moan as his touch was more soothing now and this had spiralled out of control so quickly. I closed my eyes and could only picture what a bizarre scene this must be to anyone looking. I mean Mr Barker was old enough to be my Granddad and far from being attractive in any way. He was balding, overweight and had the personality of a rock. Yet here he was able to maul and even spank me like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“You don’t mind a few little smacks on your bottom, I mean it’s not like you don’t deserve them for all the time I have had to look at your sour, miserable face when I come over to have a drink with your husband.” he was so mocking in his tone now.
“Yes, yes Mr Barker I am sorry and yes I don’t mind,” I replied.
For some reason I had always called him Mr Barker despite him telling me all the time to call him Harry. Now it made perfect sense and Mr Barker seemed to make it so formal and almost a sign of respect to him. With a curt command to move my hands and grab my ankles and get my bottom up nice and high. He exclaimed that he never likes to disappoint a lady and I could indeed have a few more smacks. I arched my back and eased my legs further apart and tried to get my bottom up as high as I could. I heard Steven “tut” in disapproval at my blatant display of obedience to our neighbour.
“Good god Lucy. what the hell are you doing, how do you think this makes me feel having to watch you behave like a total slag!” he yelled.
He stormed out of the room and I heard him slam the bathroom door as Mr Baker just gave an amused laugh. I couldn’t believe what he had called me but to then to just leave me alone made the whole situation so much more intense. Before I had time to think about anything else, hard stinging slaps rained down on my bum cheeks again. This time there was no let up and my bottom was soon really burning. I was yelping and gasping and hissing between my teeth and on the verge of tears as Steven walked back in. I had still had hold of my ankles wanting to show I could take whatever Mr Barker wanted to give me. I heard Steven slump back in his chair and the smacks stopped.
“Stand up young lady and come and pour me another drink, oh and get Steven a large one as well, we need to have a chat while you make yourself useful and prepare some snacks,” he grinned.
I stood up and sniffed and tried to hold back a few muffled sobs and felt my hands shake as I poured them both a glass of whisky. Steven gave me such a dirty look but I was beyond the point of caring now. I hadn’t even noticed that my breasts had spilled right over the top of my basque and my hard pink nipples were on show. Of course Mr barker had seen and just smiled and reached up and actually took hold of them tight and pulled, making most of my breasts fall right out of the little bra cups. With a spiteful little twist and a painful squeeze he let go. Steven just shook his head and took a huge swig of his whisky.
I went to the kitchen feeling my bare breasts and my bum cheeks jiggle and splashed some cold water on my face to try and get me out of this daze. I was like on some sort of auto-pilot and made a few snacks and nibbles as if it were a gathering of family or friends. In between preparing things I kept massaging my sore bottom and even looked over my shoulder to see how red it was. I could hear the conversation in the lounge and thought at least they were still talking and thought Steven was going to go mad in the morning but he would soon get over it. I felt I had regained some composure and walked back carrying a couple of plates. I could feel my breasts bounce noticeably with each step and placed the food on the little table and went back for more. I even tried to sashay my bum cheeks on purpose knowing Mr Barker couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“Right Lucy, come and stand up straight in front of me, hands behind your back, head nice and high.” he instructed.