“Is this all about you being scared of losing Lily to me Vaughn?” his dark eyes hold mine firmly in place.
“Kind of Richmond,” I’m wilting while he studies me.
“At the risk of repeating myself once too often Vaughn,” he says, forming a steeple with his fingers, “the footage of your wife’s rather energetic performance with Anthony and myself is effectively under lock and key. As are any other videos and both your PowerPoint presentations.”
I’m breathing like an old man as Richmond continues to lecture me.
“And I’ll say it once more. I have no intention of leaving my wife and trying to take yours from you.” he smiles up at Lily as she returns with his wine in one of our best crystal glasses, a wedding gift from someone I think. Richmond’s fingers brush Lily’s as he takes the glass by its stem. He slowly swirls the blood-red fluid around, examining it close-up. For I think the first time, I notice just how long and straight his tanned fingers are. Like perfectly formed and robust sticks of mahogany.
“Lily here made it clear I might have overstepped the mark somewhat letting that particular video be shared so openly didn’t you dear?” he reaches up and pats my wife’s rear before she can sit.
I watch almost spellbound as she sweeps her long hair behind an ear and settles down on the floor at his feet. She wraps her arms around one of his legs and snuggles her face into his knee. Richmond momentarily looks down at her, strokes the back of her head like you would a faithful dog and then turns his attention back on me.
“So what are you actually saying Vaughn? That you no longer to want to be a part of this? The three-way relationship that you yourself started?” His eyebrows rise, reminding me of the humourless History teacher I feared so much in high school. Perversely, the phrase ‘three way relationship’ seems to soothe me, suggesting the fact that I’m not going to be frozen-out by the pair of them.
“Yes, no. I don’t know.” I shake my head and look down at my hands.
“I think I’m being more than fair and patient with you Vaughn,” he strokes the back of my wife’s neck with two fingers and she purrs appreciatively. “I’ve told you, you don’t need to worry about replacing that client you lost. I can use you somewhere in my business. You can come along to the conference with Lily and meet a few of potential colleagues before you decide.”
Go to the conference with her? “I don’t know Richmond,” I mumble. Despite my confusion and concern I can sense pre-cum leaking into my chastity belt at the sight of him fondling Lily’s neck as she rests her face on his leg.
“Whatever are we to do with you Vaughn?” Richmond tuts and then smiles patiently at me. My face is flushing and when I said ‘I don’t know’ earlier, it was the truth. I don’t know what I want any more.
“I told you what he was like,” Lily pouts and shoots me an accusing look.
“Are you worried too Lily? Would you prefer it if we didn’t see quite so much of each other, or even if our relationship were to end?” Richmond’s hand has stopped moving on my wife’s neck. Lily lifts her head and looks up into the old man’s eyes. She moves her head repeatedly from side to side.
“Then what do you think Lily? What should we do with this stubborn husband of yours?” He smoothes her hair repeatedly.
“Why don’t you teach him a lesson?” her voice is little more than a murmur, but it sounds like a bomb going off. The slender fingers of one of my wife’s hands rise up between Richmond’s legs. She’s stroking the outline of his cock inside the trousers of his business suit.
Teach him a fucking lesson? Startled though I am, my cock has flooded and stiffened in its cage. Did my wife really say that to him??
“Did you hear that Vaughn? What your wife here suggested?” Richmond is staring at me, a little smile at one corner of his lips. I don’t want to respond. But my chest is pounding and I’m nodding.
“Do you really think I ought to teach your husband a lesson sweetheart?”
‘Sweetheart?’
“U-huh,” she murmurs, her delicate fingers still on his cock.
“And why is that I wonder Lily?”
“He’s been mean to me.” she looks up at him from the floor and pouts like a sulky teenager.
Richmond laughs.
“Mean to me and rude to you.” She says, “And because it was horny when you did it before,” she blushes and hides her face down in his lap.
“Did it before? Did what before Lilian?” his fingers coil through her hair, his voice thickened.
“When you punished him, when you put him in his place,” Lily’s head is down, her voice is muffled against Richmond’s leg.
“I can’t hear you Lily. What is you want?” his fingers tighten in her hair.
My whole being throbs. I can’t believe what I’m seeing and hearing in my own home.
“What do you think Vaughn? Do you think you’ve been mean to your wife and rude to her Master?”
“I don’t know Richmond,” I gasp, pre-cum is oozing over my balls.
“But you must have an opinion Vaughn?” One side of his mouth is turned up. It looks cruel. Like he’s thinking about doing something nasty. Oh God.
“Maybe, yes,” I clear my throat
“And do you believe you should be punished?”
Lily purrs from the floor.
“The problem that you have Vaughn is that either you’re with us or you’re on the outside of this trying to look in,”
I stare at him. I’m nodding again.
“I’ll ask you once more. Do you believe your behaviour warrants some form of punishment?”
With the TV muted now my labored breathing seems the only sound in the room.
“Yes Richmond,” This whole relationship is wrong, so dangerous. But God help me I want this man to degrade me in front of Lily.
Richmond rises and offers my wife his hand. She’s up off the floor quickly and smoothing her dress over her thighs.
“Let’s go up stairs,” he gestures me out of the room with a single sharp nod of his head. He’s still holding my wife’s hand.
I wait for them to leave the room and then follow. Richmond leads the way, my wife trailing, her small hand gripped by his large one. I watch the rolling movement of my wife’s hips and ass cheeks in her dress as she climbs the stairs ahead of me. The nerve endings on the head of my erect cock and my balls are electrified every time my pants or the chastity belt brush against them as I walk.
Richmond holds our bedroom door open for us both. I blush and can’t look at him as I pass close to his powerful chest. He follows us in and closes the door.
“Take down your trousers and shorts please Vaughn,” Richmond’s tone is so non-threatening that I almost feel at ease. But his hands are at the buckle of his belt.
“Lilian; do you remember where we left the leather paddle after the last time we used it?”
Without a word Lily is hurrying to her bedside table and drawer. My pants and shorts are around my ankles, hands over my chastity belt.
“On second thoughts, “Richmond pulls his belt off from around his pants and holds both ends of the leather. “This will be a lot more symbolic,” he grins at Lily.
Her eyes are wide with excitement.
“Kneel down for me Vaughn,” Richmond points at the bedroom carpet.
I don’t have to do this. I’m supposed to be getting me and Lily back on track, putting an end to this utter madness.
Richmond is coiling one end of his belt around a fist. Lily is behind him now, her arms around his waist hugging him. He nods impatiently at me.
“Come on Vaughn, I’m sure you want this over with as promptly as possible.”
I’m on the carpet at their feet. I’m on my hands and knees, unable to control the frenzied heaving of my chest.
“Looks like his ‘little man’ is quite excited about this,” Richmond says to Lily and he moves to my side, reaching underneath me and in between my legs with his foot. He lightly kicks my balls so that I gasp. Lily giggl
es.
“Go on Richmond,” she murmurs. Her hands are over the front of his pants.
“So what do you say Vaughn?” Richmond removes his foot from between my legs and he’s stroking the loose part of his belt hanging down from his fist.
I look up at him in confusion and shame.
“What would you like me to do?” he sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Punish me Richmond,”
“In front of your lovely wife here?” he caresses the side of her head
“Yes Richmond,” I can hardly get my breath
“So what do you say to me?” his eyebrows rise,
“Please Richmond, please punish me in front of my wife
“Excellent.” He beams at me and then Lily. “Very well. Head down Vaughn, behind in the air for your Master.”
Lily groans. Richmond leaves my wife standing at my side and walks around and behind me.
My whole body is shaking.
The first blow takes away my breath. I’m still mute with pain when the second strike connects. Searing pain across the same ass cheek. I cry out as the third cracks across my flesh.
“What do you say Vaughn?” Richmond’s voice is guttural
“Thank you Richmond,” I gasp, my eyes screwed up. Gritting my teeth, trying to grip the carpet. Tears welling in my eyes.
Again I’m stuck. This time my right hip. I gasp in pain. My eyes flicker open, Lily’s eyes are wide, excited-looking.
Richmond grunts behind me. I’m struck again. I shriek as the leather connects with the back of my balls.
“That’s the problem with testicles swollen from lack of use Vaughn. It makes them rather easy targets,” Richmond is laughing.
I think I saw Lily with a hand under the front of her skirt. She can’t be playing with herself.
Twice more in quick succession before I can react. My balls!
“Richmond please,” I’m sobbing, “No more, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Richmond.”
Lily’s hips are moving slowly against her own hand.
He’s stopped hitting me. My body is twitching, spasming with pain. He’s saying something to her but his words make no sense. I can’t focus.
Lily is at her bedside cabinet. Richmond appears in front of me. My balls ache so much I think I might throw up. My ass and hips burn, stinging pain like I’ve never felt.
“What do you say to me Vaughn?” The bottoms of his trouser legs are lose on his shoes.
“Here it is,” Lily says,
“What do you say to me Vaughn?” Richmond raises his voice.
I twist my head to look up at him from the floor. Tears in my eyes.
“Thank you Richmond,”
“Better,” he smiles cheerfully, the top of his pants open, fingers on his zipper, “But we need you to demonstrate your thanks don’t we Lily?” his pants drop to the floor, his shorts bulge with the shape of an erection I know only too well. The bedroom door opens.
“You wife has gone for some lubrication.” Richmond informs me like it’s a mere formality. “I understand from your wife that you’ve never taken a dildo up the rear before Vaughn.”
What the…?
“Once you’ve lubricated the head you can work it in to him gently.” He says over my head once the bedroom door has closed again.
“Richmond, what..” Not that fucking huge phallus I bought for Lily?
“Eyes to the front Vaughn” Richmond’s voice is firm. His fist pulls his own thick shaft over the top of his shorts and he shakes it above my head “Go easy at least at first Lily,” he smiles and nods above my head.
Oh my God.
A buzzing noise behind me. Soft hands on my ass.
“Kneel up so you can suck properly Vaughn.”
In a drunken daze I obey, raising my back. I fumble for his cock. The nerve endings around my anus spark like electrified snakes as Lily moves the slippery head of the throbbing dildo against me. I arch my back.
“Ease it into him to start with Lily,” Richmond feeds me his salty cock. I close my eyes. I devour his hardness. Above me he groans.
“Mmmmnggg” I moan louder against his flesh as the alien object begins to invade my ass. My eyes must be bulging. It’s too big. I’ll never take it up me. I want to panic. What if it damages me? But I can’t stop sucking this man.
“Make him suck you, make him suck you Richmond,” Lily’s giggling voice is perversely tender, seductive as I’m degraded. I arch my back, shoulders locking as she shoves. What if the dildo rips me? I try to protest, but Richmond is gripping the sides of my head, holding me firm. My cock has shrivelled in my chastity belt. Hiding in fear.
“Push it up him Lily, Go on, go on, get it right up his ass!” Richmond’s voice is urgent, fevered. I gorge on his pungent and thick cock as the dildo takes me, claims me. Lily pushes still further and I gag. It feels like it’s in my stomach. I want to panic again. It’s stuffing and packing my whole being, my chest, my head. My whole insides, like some monstrous air bag being inflated and gagging my insides. Richmond rams himself at my throat. No escape! In Lily pushes it, terrifying me. Out she seems to drags it. I almost choke with relief on Richmond’s organ.
“This is what you’ve always wanted isn’t it you little sissy cuckold. A cock in your mouth and another up your ass?”
I yell my agreement but the sounds are unrecognizable as words.
“Concentrate on what you’re doing up here” Richmond twists one of my ears and I try to cry out. He’s pushing his hips against my face, almost like he’s doing some crazy erotic dance.
“Don’t cum Richmond, don’t cum, save it for me,” Lily’s breath on my back, her voice husky as the dildo intrudes again.
Chapter Eight
If I’d felt I had any option other than to come out here to Spain with Lily on her company conference then I would have taken it. I don’t particularly want to be around some of the people she works with. But Richmond was adamant that I should attend.
I sit up on the sun lounger next to the sapphire blue swimming pool and think about something else he suggested. I’ve got no intention of going to work in his business. Even though I still haven’t yet managed to find any new clients. I mean, how could Lily and I possibly be comfortable relying on one man for so much? All our most personal, private information as individuals and as a married couple is already in his hands. Would we really want to totally rely on him financially for all our income as well?
I roll the question around my head again and an uninvited queasy sexual arousal seeps into my stomach.
Somewhere around the villa the cicadas start their crescendo and I let my thoughts return for what must be the thousandth time to that ‘threesome’ a few nights back in our bedroom. My balls tighten between my legs. My cock, squashed back in to chastity in the airport toilets almost as soon as we were through security, is pulsing.
‘Tell him Lily, tell him what you let George do,’ Richmond had panted while I worked his cock with my fist and mouth and Lily was stretching my ass hole.
‘I let him put his hand between my legs Vaughn. George felt my pussy’ her whispered breath was on my back and Richmond had groaned almost at the same time as I did.
I push a hand down under my shorts to move my chastity belt away from my flesh. It’s chafing again.
“Tell him what happened then Lily, how you went down on his friend,’ Richmond had gasped at my wife across my prone body. And Lily had replied, telling us both how hard George had got in her hand and in her mouth. How his roughness with her head and her hair had shocked her, but aroused her too.
I stare out across the pool towards the road as a car passes by the other side of the wall, presumably on its way to a villa further up in the mountains. My chastity belt is in my fist. Of course I had to phone George again the following morning. This time, finally, he answered a call from me. He sounded embarrassed, but he swore nothing happened between him and Lily. He said she’d ‘made a silly pass’ at him, but that it meant nothing. He said she obvious
ly wasn’t thinking straight, probably because she was confused and emotional about people seeing the video of her with me and the other guy.
Ha. Her with ‘me’!
I think I believe George but I’m not sure why Richmond and Lily would lie about what happened. Especially when I think about something Lily said George had told her when they were together. ‘If you only knew how many times I’ve imagined something like this Lily.’
That’s exactly the kind of thing he’d say.
‘But I thought you liked emotional torture?’ is all Lily will say when I tell her someone has to be lying.
I spread another handful of sun tan oil on my shoulders and try to make sense of my confusion. I’m not looking forward to the company dinner we have to go to tonight after Lily gets back from the conference. It’s not my scene ‘mingling’ with the so-called ‘high powered’ executives and their partners. I know I’ll be thinking everyone I meet will have seen my wife’s porn video. That they’ve been shown the dossier Richmond has on us or at the very least that they know she’s cuckolding me with the boss.
My stomach turns.
But maybe Richmond is right. Maybe I should just shrug my shoulders and enjoy the shaming and humiliation I’ve deep down always needed. Embrace the fact that (as he puts it), Lily and I are ‘owned ‘by him. I mean, we’re in luxury here in this villa he rented for me and her. Even though I know it’s only so he has somewhere to get away from his hotel and wife to and so that he can be with Lily.
But if anyone tells you being ‘owned’ is easy to come to terms with, even when it ignites your sexual desire like nothing else; they’re lying to you.
I have to go to this dinner tonight with Lily, but I just want it over with. Then hopefully she and I can get some free time tomorrow night to discuss where our lives are heading.
By the time we’re at the dinner at the 5 star beach front hotel I’m wondering whether it’s actually going to be as bad as I’d feared. No, I don’t like wearing a dinner jacket and tie and yes, I’m self-conscious around some of these people I’ve never met before. But even though I’ve been scrutinizing faces for sneers or smirks, most people I’ve been introduced to seem pretty friendly. Maybe Richmond is good at keeping staff morale high as well as everything else.
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