“Hey Vaughn. Lilian’s got you hard at it I see.” George’s wife Marion swings her car keys around a finger and strides down our path in a pair of cut-off white shorts. She’s fairly pretty, but she’s no Lily and she’s more than a few pounds overweight these days. Ordinarily I wouldn’t look at her twice. Somehow the sight of her dressed in shorts like those makes my cock stir in its cage.
Is it something to do with the humiliation of being locked in front of another woman even when they don’t know it? I try to discretely adjust my pants in case anything is visible.
“She’s in the back garden Marion,” I nod to the path at the side of our house. Marion smiles and tells me to ‘have fun’. I watch her broad ass disappear towards the back of our house.
This is bizarre. If I’ve started finding Marion hot this chastity belt is dangerous!
It’s an hour or so later when I’ve finished the front and am ready to start the back lawn. The girls are laughing, but stop when they see me. Lily’s skirt is rolled right up her thighs and my cock throbs hopelessly as I look at her.
“I was just asking Lilian about the Bentley,” says Marion and sips from her glass of lemonade. Shit, there’s no way Lily would tell her anything is there? My eyes dart to my wife.
“She thought we’d won the lottery when she heard there was one on our drive the other night.” Lily laughs and I copy nervously. Why can’t people mind their own business?
“Actually, we thought the guy was Lily’s fancy man” Marion lifts up her Ray-Bans and smiles at me.
“Ha!” I throw back my head as convincingly as I can manage.
“It’s no use. She won’t believe he was just one of your clients.” Lily shuffles her bottom on her sun-lounger.
“Oh, yeah, right. Richmond,” I stammer, hoping the use of a name will add more credibility to the lie.
“You’ll have to watch that one Vaughn, a bit hunky from what I heard as well isn’t he?” she focuses her gaze on Lily. “He married?”
“Yeah he is,” I say, “but I’ll tell him you were asking about him shall I Marion,” I force another laugh before shooting Lily a serious look and firing up the lawnmower again.
“That was a bit close for comfort Lily,” I say to my wife’s bare back after Marion has left. Lily is sprawling face down in her bikini bottoms in the still, late-afternoon sun. She twists herself around on the sun-lounger and sits up. She covers her large, bare breasts with an arm and fumbles on the floor at the side of the sun-bed.
“Who told Marion Richmond was good-looking?” I say.
“One of the other neighbours saw him,” Lily picks up her bikini top from the floor next to her magazine."Vaughn, I think all this sun might have made me feel horny.” She twists her bikini top in place over her chest and fastens it.
“Thank God for that. I can’t wait to get this off.” I grip myself between the legs.
Lily grins at me and then I’m following the movement of her ass and legs into the cool of the house and upstairs to our bedroom.
She goes to the bathroom and I’m already waiting, stripped down to my chastity belt when she reappears.
“Come on honey, let me out of this,” I pull the cage away from my flesh as far as I can. “It’s been rubbing against me all day in this heat. It’s starting to get sore”.
“Oh sweetie,” she pouts at me, her arms wrapping around my neck.
Her body is hot and slippery with cream and perspiration against mine. I inhale the coconut fragrance of her sun cream. God I want her so much. I push my fingers down under the elasticized waistband of her bikini. Her flat belly rests against my palm. She moves herself against me.
“Come on babe, get the key, get me out,” I use both hands to peel her bikini down over her hips. Her fleshy backside is bare. My fingers caress it and then descend towards the slick heat of her pussy. I push an index finger between her lips and it’s enveloped. Lily moans.
“Hang on,” she tells me and pulls away from me.
“Quick,” I gasp, tugging again at my cock cage.
But she doesn’t return from her bedside table with the key. She’s grinning at me, holding the base of her huge, thick dildo.
“I want you to use this on me,” she smiles and passes the monster in her hand to me.
“You do know how to handle one of these don’t you?” a little smile plays at the corner of her lips.
My face burns but I try not to acknowledge what she said.
She sits on the end of the bed and undoing her bra, inches herself backwards and lies down.
“Come on” she whispers and curls an index finger, beckoning me.
“Oh Lily,” I’m gripping the dildo in my fist, burying my face into the hot musk between her legs. She groans.
“If you do a good job down there I’ll see about finding the key.”
Chapter Three
“The problem is Vaughn,” says my client from the other side of his paper-littered desk, “we’ve seen very little pick-up in online sales at all since you redesigned the website for us.” His silver-haired colleague alongside him nods and his mouth tightens.
I want to tell them the continued lack of buyer interest for their business has more to do with their crappy products than it does my work on the shopping cart for their website. But that would be a waste of breath. I try to discretely move my chastity belt to one side in my trousers. The base of my shaft is sore.
I give the client some bullshit about the need to let the new site ‘bed in’ and possibly upping their spend on pay per click ads to get more visitors and they seem to calm down. I need this hassle like a hole in the head right now.
I don’t really want to admit it to myself, but I am starting to wonder whether everything that’s going on at home at the moment is taking my focus off my business.
Back in the car, with evening falling, I check my phone for messages. There’s nothing. Lily will be getting home around now and tonight I need to get out of this thing between my legs. Sexual frustration is hardly going to be helping my business focus.
The phone rings just as I’m pulling away from a green light. Richmond! My heart thumps through my chest. Even though I have hands free, I can’t answer it and talk while I’m driving. Not if it’s him. My head would be all over the place. I know it.
“Richmond hi, I’m just driving – let me find somewhere to pull over.”
“No problem Vaughn,” says the strong, confident tone in my ear.
When I’m stationery outside a newsagents I take a deep breath and lift the phone. I’m almost gulping for air. How the hell has this man reduced me to such a state?
“Long time no speak Vaughn,” he says as a couple about the same age as me and Lily walk pass my car arm in arm.
“Lily tells me you’ve tried out the gift I bought for you?”
When did she tell him that? My insides still chill every time I’m reminded that this old man and my young wife obviously have their own private conversations. But of course they talk to each other from time to time without involving me – they’re lovers. What did I expect?
“Yeah, I’ve got it on now,” I try to sound flippant, like it’s a joke we all share, something that doesn’t overly bother me. My fingers trace the outline of the hard case under my pants.
“How does it feel Vaughn?”
“Hard, it’s started to irritate the skin.”
“Emotionally I mean. How does it feel to be sexually denied your own wife?” His voice sounds slightly husky.
I swallow repeatedly before I can answer.
“Difficult Richmond,”
“That’s the idea Vaughn. But you’ll find it will change over time.”
‘Over time’ – how long does he think this thing will be staying on me?
“How do you mean Richmond?” my voice is thin.
“From what other cuckold husbands have told me over the years, the negative aspects such as physical discomfort – the ‘irritation’ as you put it, or any difficulty sleeping seem
to kind of plateaux after a while.“ He pauses as if awaiting a response.
“Right,” I say.
“You’ll get used to those aspects which is obviously positive. What does seem to worsen though Vaughn, is the sense of sexual frustration. Being around the woman you love and desire when she’s sexually inaccessible.”
“Get used to it?”
Richmond laughs down the phone but it doesn’t sound a mocking laugh. It’s more like ‘sympathy’, or at least ‘understanding’.
“What’s important with this Vaughn, is that wearing a chastity belt while you’re around Lily, being denied her, will drive you deeper into submission. Deeper than you can imagine. I’ve seen it happen before Vaughn. To prouder men than you. Once a husband reaches what I like to call ‘bottom’ there’s hardly anything they won’t do.”
My skin prickles at his words. I’m not sure how far I am from what he calls ‘bottom’ already. I’m getting desperate. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve already taken a pair of Lily’s worn panties from the wash basket. Just to inhale them and feel close to her sexually.
I try to force myself to think of something else. Anything else.
I need him to tell Lily to take this thing off me. I have to get him to do that. But my head is spinning, I can’t find the words.
“You better keep an eye on Lily’s behaviour Vaughn,” Richmond is chuckling in my ear, “It’s not unusual for even the meekest wife to eventually try to take advantage of her husband when he’s deep in sub space.”
“Oh,” I say, conscious how inadequate my response must sound and hating myself for not having the courage to ask him.
“From my point of view Vaughn, it’s gratifying to know I have this period of sexual exclusivity with your wife,” his voice is deep and throaty now. Is he playing with himself?
I’m still trying to work it out and to guess what Lily ‘taking advantage’ might involve, when Richmond seems to change the subject.
“Has she spoken to you about the shopping trip?” he clears his throat,
“Shopping trip Richmond?”
“I want the three of us to go to the mall together for an hour or two this week. Meet for a coffee after work and then do some clothes shopping together. Clothes for Lily I mean. She has all the details, including what I expect her to wear for the trip. “
My chest hammers. I can’t reach my breath.
“I think we’ve reached the stage where your wife needs to be shown off, displayed in public more widely Vaughn. I’m sure you’ll find it an especially interesting experience. You locked in chastity while she is paraded for public enjoyment. Lily will talk the details through with you. I look forward to seeing you again very soon Vaughn.”
Chapter Four
“You sure you’re OK about this?” My hands grip the steering wheel but I look away from the road towards Lily. I deliberately don’t say the words that are really on my mind. How she feels about going around the mall in what she’s wearing. I don’t want to make her any more self-conscious than she must surely be already.
My eyes dart away from the tiny black mini skirt stretched tightly around the top of her thighs. The skirt Richmond bought her for their recent weekend away.
“I suppose I’ll have to be OK with it,” she sighs and her arm reaches across the center console. Her hand rests on one of my thighs. My nerve endings leap but relief seeps though me. She wants reassurance from me.
“We could always text Richmond. Tell him we can’t go through with this.” my voice fractures as I speak. Lily pauses for what seems an age before she replies.
“We can’t do that.”
“At least this isn’t a mall we’d normally go to.” I say, focusing on the road, “We’re not likely to run into anyone we know there." my lips are tight as I smile at her.
“How is he?” she smiles at me and heavily made-up eyes nod towards my groin. Her hand squeezes around on the front of my pants. The hard casing denies me any feeling, but her fingers soft on the nerve endings of my testicles make me groan.
“Frustrated, very frustrated.” I move the position of her hand on me so that it nestles more tightly around my balls. I slide my eyes away from the road again. They sweep over the dramatic shape of her breasts in the simple, pale yellow blouse she chose. Did she try to salvage at least some ‘decency’ with a top that wasn’t low cut?
Whatever the reason, the sheer ‘wrongness’ of another man making my wife wear the skirt, heels and make-up of a cheap slut to go to the mall has my whole incarcerated groin pulsating. My stomach is in knots. God how I need to cum.
When we get into the multi-story car park there are plenty of parking spots. Maybe this will be easier than I’ve been fearing. It doesn’t look busy at all. I check my watch: 5:50pm. We’re meeting Richmond at Starbucks at 6. It’s still probably too early for most shoppers to have got here after work. Perhaps the place will fill up later. My stomach coils tighter.
In the car I fiddle around with my phone for a second or two so that Lily will get out before me. I need to check her out again and make sure this isn’t all going to be too much. My chest hammers in my rib cage. How must she be feeling?
The skirt that Richmond bought her is literally little more than a large elasticized belt. It displays most of her thighs and all of her long, bare legs. I get out of the car and when Lily turns, the skirt shamelessly spotlights the perfect shape of each of her rounded ass cheeks.
On her feet are the strappy black high heels which were also part of her outfit for her weekend away with him. My breathing is labored. She looks dressed for a night club at 2 in the morning, not early evening at a shopping mall. Strikingly attractive but the outfit is too much. It’s out of place, verging on being tasteless here. If it wasn’t for her blouse you’d easily believe she was a beautifully fresh-faced but misguided street hooker in training.
But she’s my wife.
I take her hand to reassure her. Her heels click unsteadily across the concrete floor of the car park and into the mall.
I brace myself, expecting to see people stop and stare at us. But that doesn’t happen. The concourse isn’t busy. What few shoppers there are, seem to be mainly women. Lily checks her appearance uncertainly in one shop window after another and we make our way towards the far end of the mall where Starbucks is.
About a quarter of the way along we’re approaching a ladies fashion shop when an overweight, middle-aged guy comes out holding hands with his skinny wife. His eyes linger up and down Lily’s legs before he even seems to notice my wife has someone on her arm.
The mall is busier the further into it we get and a young guy on his own comes out of a jewellers and does a double take at Lily.
As other people come towards us and pass by, I have to force myself not to look back to see if any are checking out my wife’s behind.
One of a group of guys a few years younger than me whistles and then they’re all giggling. I squeeze Lily’s hand.
Two wide-assed black women give us less than discrete ‘death-stares’. One looks down her nose at Lily and whispers to her friend.
Jealous” I say, leaning in to Lily’s ear as the coffee shop comes into sight.
The closer we get to it, the harder my heart beats and the more I struggle to steady my breathing. Lily’s hand is moist in mine. I hope we don’t have to go searching through the whole place trying to find him when we get in there.
I needn’t have worried. The store front is door-less and Richmond is perched on a high stool right at the entrance, facing the walkway outside. Dressed in a smart navy jumper and gray pants he closes his newspaper and slides off his stool with a beaming smile. He tells my wife how ‘gorgeous’ she looks and kisses one of her cheeks. He shakes my hand and directs us both to sit around the same high table on specific stools either side of him.
We all face outward towards the mall concourse only a few feet away. Lily sits closest to where people line up to order and pay for their coffees and Danish. Richmond twists away
from me, watching Lily cross her legs on the stool.
“Drinks?” he slowly rubs his powerful hands together as he surveys Lily’s outfit.
Lily asks if she can have a cappuccino and I say espresso.
“Cappuccino for me too Vaughn,” he nods and hands me a couple of crisp bank notes. He motions for me to go and order and smiles at my wife.
My face burns as I climb down off my stool.
I join the queue, trying not to make it obvious that I’m keeping an eye on the pair of them. I hear them laughing together. At one point it feels like I’ve been struck in the chest as I glance over and spot Richmond’s hand on one of Lily’s bare legs.
When I return with our tray, they seem so engrossed in one another that I’m not even acknowledged at first. I busy myself placing their cups and saucers down in front of them.
“Ah Vaughn, excellent”, says Richmond eventually. “So how has it been for you seeing your wife dressed so deliciously for me today Vaughn?” He moves in close to Lily and an arm circles her slim waist.
“Not what I’d call easy,” I try to joke, to relieve my own embarrassment in front of them both and what feels like the whole of the rest of the coffee shop.
“Look at these legs,” he murmurs and plants a hand firmly on one of my wife’s bare knees. Slowly he moves it up over her thigh. Lily shifts on her stool and looks around her.
“I want to say that you both did very well for me when I came to your home recently. I think this evening is going to represent another test for you as a couple,” he removes his hand from my wife’s leg and slowly swirls his spoon in his cappuccino. His other hand has snaked around Lily’s waist and is moving on the far side of her skirt. She looks at him quickly, her face and throat pink. He’s taking quick glances beyond Lily to the queue and checkout the other side of it.
“Vaughn, would you kindly bring us some more napkins?” he asks once his hand has stopped moving on my wife’s skirt.
Once I have the napkins and am about to make my way back to our table I see what his hand has been doing on Lily’s skirt. The side of her skirt adjacent to the queue and till is pulled up almost to her waist. Part of sheer black panties and the flesh of her hip and buttock are displayed. Lily’s face is red.
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