“Am I OK here?” he studies my face.
I wave away his question and pour myself a beer. I’m not keen on champagne.
Lily places the large dish of lasagne out in the center of the table and adds a bowl of fresh salad and garlic bread.
“This looks lovely Lilian,” he smiles once we’ve all taken our seats. I nod my agreement.
He makes a lot of smooth small talk, sharing anecdotes about the gym and spa they both attend and about various people in his businesses. Lily laughs at his jokes and I try to make some contributions to the conversation. It’s not easy; my wife seems to have much more in common with this man than I do.
“I think you should consider the financial aspects of Lily coming to work for me Vaughn.” Richmond pops the champagne and watches me as I start clearing the dinner plates away. “She’ll be very well looked after. Her remuneration would be around two thirds more than she gets from her present employer. Think what that could do for the pair of you.”
“And for the same hours I’m doing now Vaughn – I can still finish mid-afternoons so I can get to the gym on the daytime membership.” Lily says rapidly in between sips from her champagne flute.
No doubt her being able to continue at the gym would suit Richmond just fine as well.
“That’s something I may not have mentioned to you Lily. My finance guy pointed out to me that your gym membership fees could be taken care of by the business. An employee benefit. You’d be taxed on it as such, but you should still come out on the right side,”
“We’ll then we’d be even better off than we thought.” Lily’s eyes widen at Richmond.
My teeth dig in to my bottom lip as I load the dishwasher. I need to speak up – and now.
“I wouldn’t want everything to change; Lily staying away from home on lots of overnight business trips or anything like that.” I sound pathetic. Inside me is a growing sense of inevitability about her taking this job. How can we turn down that amount of extra cash?
“Would anyone like some desert?” Lily is off her chair and has a hand on the indent of her hip. The way Richmond looks at her. Eyes full of desire. It makes my trapped cock shrivel.
“I’ve got brownies and ice cream?” she licks her lips and Richmond laughs.
“Not for me but you go ahead. I like to watch you eat. There’s something hot about a sexy woman enjoying her food don’t you think Vaughn?” Richmond raises his eyebrows at me. I try to force a laugh in response.
“Actually, he says, his eyes on Lily’s ass while she takes the ice cream from the freezer, “I have a friend who’s what you’d call a ‘feeder’. Someone who gets sexual excitement from fattening his women up.”
“Oh Richmond,” Lily returns to the table and sits down laughing, “There’s no such thing as a ‘feeder’. Why would anyone do something like that?”
“You of all people little miss shouldn’t be surprised by what others find a turn on,” He moves his seat back from the table and pats his knee.
At first I think nothing of his gesture.
Richmond’s eyes are fixed on my wife. He’s still patting his knee. I can’t get my breath.
“I haven’t finished my brownies,” Lily tries to laugh off his implied request to join him.
“Then I’ll be your feeder for the rest of your meal,” he smiles slyly at her.
Somebody make this top.
Again he pats his knee. This time she doesn’t resist. She sighs, stands and he takes her by the wrist.
She’s on his knee.
Richmond slides her desert bowl across the table, pulling it towards them both. “Open wide for me like a good girl,” he smiles from one corner of his mouth.
Lily moves her hair away from her flushing face and separates her rose-colored lips for Richmond.
I sit with my own mouth gaping. Unable to react.
Richmond inserts the laden spoon between Lily’s yawning lips. She chews with her slender fingers over her mouth. Richmond throws back his head laughing and then kisses one of Lily’s bulging cheeks.
I don’t know where to look. “Anyone want another drink?” I say, anxious to break free of the table.
“How about a little fun with that?” Richmond’s voice is throaty behind me.
“Vaughn, I think we should have your lovely wife bring us the drinks. Like a sexy serving wench.” he sips the remains of his drink and directs Lily to her feet. He stands up himself. They face each other, my wife looking up into the old man’s eyes, her arms down by her sides, fists clenching and then unclenching.
What the fuck is he doing?
His thick fingers are at the zipper of her dress. Lily eyes rise again to his. He looks over at me and winks. Slowly he lowers Lily’s zipper.
Supported in black push-up bra, Lily’s breasts surge free. She gasps and her tits shudder in front of Richmond. Ripe, like prize offerings of her flesh for our guest’s appreciation.
He lowers the zipper still further, over my wife’s flat tummy and exposing her little belly button. Then with a smirk and a flourish of the wrist, Richmond pulls Lily’s dress completely open and off her.
She stands impassive in front of us in matching black lace panties and bra. She moves both hands to the small ‘V’ of her crotch.
“Mmmm,” Richmond murmurs, “that body never ceases to amaze me,” his eyes widen over Lily’s hips and then linger on her breasts.
“Have either of you ever been to a bar with topless waitresses?” he says cheerfully, as if my wife stripping to her underwear in our kitchen in front of him is the most normal thing in the world.
I shake my head at his question. Lily does the same.
I look again at my wife stripped to her panties and bra by Richmond and my balls have tightened.
“Shall we get your husband to do the honours for us Lily?” he smiles from my wife to me. He beckons me up off my seat toward my wife. “Take her bra off for me Vaughn” he says, relaxing back down in his seat.
“Richmond?” I stare at him. My wife is saying nothing as she stands there. “Take your wife’s bra off for me Vaughn; I want her to show her tits.” the smile leaves his face.
“Lily?” my voice cracks.
“It’s OK,” she says, glancing at me for one of the first times tonight. Then she looks down at her hands.
My own hands shake like a heroin addict in need of an overdue fix. I scrunch my shoulders and try to work Lily’s bra straps apart. Her lovely round ass, sheathed by her panties is warm against my starved groin.
The other side of her, beyond her shoulders, Richmond has an elbow on the table supporting his chin. He’s watching my progress.
I stand back once the straps are separated. Richmond’s pupils dilate and he smiles as Lily herself discards her bra onto a worktop.
“Such beautiful natural breasts aren’t they Vaughn?”
I nod a frantic response. My chin is trembling.
“Pull her panties down for me Vaughn,” he flicks a finger towards me. “Don’t worry,” he smiles at me, “your turn will come.”
My ribs feel too small for my chest. Lily’s not even objecting to any of this.
I stoop behind my wife, my trembling fingers and thumbs at the waist of her panties. I can smell her perfume. The fragrance she chose to wear for this man who would strip her bare in front of her husband. Richmond is smirking at us. Lily’s hair falls over her face as she moves her head, watching me get her panties over her thighs and down her long legs. She shakes the now coiled fabric over her heels.
I almost collapse back into my seat.
Lily stands nude in front of Richmond and I. My pulse is in my throat.
“I think the time may have come,” Richmond says, reaching out a shockingly steady arm and stroking upwards at the soft triangle of down between my wife’s legs, “to have this completely shaved for me Lily.”
The doorbell rings. I jump and a huge drop of my beer splats onto the table. Lily freezes, hands between her legs, looking at me eyes wide with
panic.
“It might make sense if you got the door Vaughn,” he smiles slowly at me. How can he be so calm? Terror stampedes through me.
Perversely it crosses my mind that it wouldn’t seem right leaving Lily in here nude with him while if I go to the front door. Ha! He’s seen and used it all before. Why would anything about them being together worry me? But I need to get rid of whoever’s at the door and fast.
My mouth is dry as I walk through the hallway. I recognise the shape adjusting her dark hair through the frosted glass. George’s wife Marion. I gulp a deep breath and try to force a relaxed look onto my face.
“Hi Vaughn, is Lily there? I see your client showed up again,” she nods at the Bentley on our drive. Her eyes try to look beyond my shoulder. I move the door closer to my chest.
“Its err, it’s not a good time at the moment Marion, Lily’s in the bath and I’m going through some business with my client.”
“Business at home” she tuts.
“Busy time of year for this client,” I say, inching the door still closer to me.
“Oh well, no worries then,” she says, before trying again to peer beyond me down the hallway.
“I’ll tell her you called shall I? Maybe you can give her another try tomorrow Marion. Bye.” I bring the door to a close before she can respond. My heart bangs in my chest as I hurry back to the kitchen, a sense of dread shadowing me.
“Your wife here came up with a very kind suggestion while you were at the door,” Richmond smiles at my wife who’s sitting next to him holding her dress over her breasts. He raises the bottle of Bollinger and it glugs into his glass.
“I don’t want to have any more to drink and then try to drive home. Lily suggested I stay here tonight.”
Chapter Nine
“Overnight? I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I stutter, my brain screaming in desperation at the thought of this man being somewhere in our house right through the night.
Richmond finishes the last of his drink and holds the empty glass in his hand. He looks at Lily and then at the glass. Her face colors and she leans across to collect his empty. He smiles at her and gently takes her dress away from over her chest where she’s clutching it. Her tits bounce free, jiggling, her nipples stiffened.
“What a wonderful sight at any table,” he beams.
“The neighbours are already snooping around because your Bentley’s outside. What are people going to say if it’s there all night?” I open my palms at Richmond but his eyes are fixed on my wife’s bare bottom as she removes the champagne from the chiller compartment of the fridge. I glance at her fair hair moving around her shoulders. My eyes wander down the length of her curvy pale flesh to shiny silver chain around her ankle and her dark heels below.
“You could just tell your neighbours the truth if they ask.” Richmond shrugs and his eyes return to Lily.
“The truth? He’s got to be fucking kidding. The fact that my wife is sleeping with another guy with my endorsement would shoot through this neighbourhood like a wild fire. Never mind the fact that we put up with humiliation like this from her lover.
“Say that your wife’s new boss had a little too much to drink, celebrating her new position with her and we all thought it better that he didn’t drive.” he takes his drink from my nude wife and toasts us both. I try to catch Lily’s eye but she doesn’t look at me. Her throat is the same rose-color as her face.
Richmond puts down his drink, moves his chair back away from the table and reaches up grabbing Lily’s wrist. He pulls her forcefully down to him. She squeals and lands on his knee. Her breasts quiver in front of me.
“Richmond,” I mumble, for a second anxious he may have hurt her. But red though her face is; she’s laughing.
“So tell me; how does it feel seeing your beautiful young wife parade around like this in front of an old man Vaughn?” his fingers tease one of her nipples and it rises eager to his touch.
My balls tighten between my legs.
Richmond looks directly at me. He moves his attention to my wife’s other breast, pulling her nipple, quickly stroking it stiff. Lily’s breathing has deepened.
Say something Vaughn.
“I can’t imagine how it must feel seeing something as attractive as this, feeling my loins flood with desire for her and yet not be able to have her.” He helps my wife to her feet and as I watch dumbfounded he motions for her lay on her tummy over his lap and face me. He spreads his feet further apart on the floor.
Oh my God.
Lily’s chews on one corner of her mouth but she doesn’t protest. A little awkwardly she eases herself down across Richmond’s knee.
Her hair hangs down towards the floor obscuring her head and face from me.
“Move forward over my knees so he can see your breasts,” he says, his voice guttural.
Lily’s heels scrape on the tiled flooring as she does what he tells her.
I struggle to stifle a groan as her tits appear over the top of Richmond’s lap. They slide and then tumble down towards me, suspended in the air. For a moment they sway ponderously.
My fists and toes clench. You can’t let him humiliate her like this; you have to put a stop to it!
“Spread your legs a little for me Lily,” Richmond’s deep voice rumbles. Lily’s shoes scrape again on the floor.
I’m frozen in front of them both as his arm is raised. His wide hand cracks across my wife’s upturned behind. She exhales loudly. He smiles at the red paw print on her pale flesh.
“How does it feel seeing the woman you love like this Vaughn?”
Say something. Shamefully, my cock is trying to harden.
Again he slaps her. Her tits jerk in the air, graceless and clumsy. Again he slaps her. She grunts. He moves his hand around different areas of each buttock in turn. I do nothing. I do nothing. I’m watching disabled with a tempest of unfathomable emotions as every slap of my wife’s round behind reverberates through our kitchen.
“I always find it so hard to believe,” he says, pausing to massage the rising red welts on Lily’s bottom, “that a husband isn’t able to deliver the kind of treatment his submissive wife has long needed.”
Lily adjusts her position over his knee, her tits hanging obscenely, nipples still iron-hard.
“What man could not enjoy this?” he smiles at me and then lets an index finger scoop its way into the split of Lily’s glowing ass. She moans and shifts her hips.
“Keep still!” he raises his voice and again she’s slapped.
“Stop it Richmond!” at last I find my voice.
“You think she doesn’t like it?” His eyes open wide at me and he gives a slow shake of his head. He smiles down at Lily’s prone body and grabs a fistful of her hair. He yanks her head back showing me her pink face. Her breathing is heavy, mouth hanging open. His other hand burrows between her legs and she groans. He grins salaciously at me and retrieves his fingers from between my wife’s legs. They glisten. Lily blows her hair out of her closed eyes.
“She’s such a lovely fuckable shape Vaughn.” He inhales from his fingers and then his hand roams over her waist, her bare hips and ass. “It must be all but unbearable for you not being able to have it,”
I’m nodding, my cock rising as far as its cage will allow.
“Show me your chastity belt.” He smiles slowly. “Stand up and show me Vaughn.”
My stomach turns so much I think I could throw up.
But I’m on my feet. My fingers trembling at the belt of my pants. The air is cool around my bare thighs as I lower my pants. My whole arms shaking as I take down my shorts for Richmond.
He stares between my legs, grinning widely.
“Do you think I should get Lily here to fetch the key and we can allow you to fuck her there on the floor in front of me?” He points at his feet.
I want to have her, God how I want to. But do it in front him and those judgmental eyes? Knowing how much smaller than him I am. How much faster I come than this experienced ol
d guy. My cock withers so that it barely touches the sides of the cage.
“Well?” he asks me again without pausing from caressing Lily’s bottom.
“Richmond I couldn’t..”
“You couldn’t? You really couldn’t?” he laughs, "What sort of a husband are you Vaughn?”
My face and ears are burning.
“Couldn’t you at least try for me? For your wife?” he gestures to the back of Lily’s head.
I don’t even want either of them to see my cowering, shrivelled specimen. But I need it. I need my wife. I need to cum so much. I’m nodding my head, my hand on my chastity belt.
“I’ll try Richmond.”
“Try? What sort of attitude is that Vaughn? Your wife has me very hard at the moment,” his hand moves beneath Lily, fumbling with the front of his pants, “I’m afraid I have no such issues with performance anxiety – regardless of who’s watching. Jump off me a moment please young lady.”
Lily hauls herself to her feet and stands unsteadily, her bare backside glowing dark pink with Richmond’s handprints. She pushes her hair behind her ears, away from her eyes. Richmond’s hands are on his flies.
“I think we’re need to see a little more enthusiasm from you before you come out of that cage Vaughn. I really do.” He pulls his brutal, hardened tool from his pants. It towers purple and furious- looking in his fist. Lily stoops forward, and arm reaching out to it.
“Not yet Lily,” he halts her with an upturned palm.
“I think you’ve got away far too easily thus far this evening young man. Your poor wife has been on the receiving end of everything I’ve administered so far.” Slowly, he begins working his foreskin back and forth in front of us.
“It’s time for your involvement Vaughn. I think you should show your wife how you like to please me.”
He has to be kidding!
“You’d like to see him do that to me again wouldn’t you Lily?” his free hand snakes up to the curve of one of my wife’s bare hips, “On the floor Lily; remind your rather cowardly husband how this is done,”
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