Breaking us Both 2: Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband Humiliation & Sharing

by Tinto Selvaggio

  I don’t recognize the brand names on either bag. Designer probably.

  “Take a look,” he sits back in his seat and gestures at one of the bags. A white one with a silver logo and old-style font that I can’t read.

  Inside the bag is a box. A Shoe box.

  “Open it Vaughn.” he holds his chin in one of his hands, surveying me.

  My hands shake as I withdraw the shoe-box from the bag. I hold it in my lap and remove the lid. My chest pounds at the sight inside. Black strappy ladies shoes with huge heels. A zipper up the back of each of them.

  “6 inch heels to display those lovely long legs of hers...” he murmurs. Underneath the box my cock is swelling in spite of my self-consciousness.

  “And some clothes,” he nods towards the other bag

  I fumble to close the lid of the box before struggling to return it to the bag.

  There are two items in the second bag. The first is black and feels like lycra. It looks like a wide belt.

  “Her skirt” he smirks like he appreciates my confusion. Holy shit.

  He nods towards the bag again. My hands are sweating; I don’t want to get it on the clothes.

  The second piece of clothing is black as well but delicate, like gossamer.

  “Hold it up,” brown eyes so dark they’re almost black crinkle around edges.

  My whole arms shake as I hold a blouse up and outward, like it’s wet and I’m trying to dry it out.

  “A suitable top to match your wife’s new skirt.” Richmond looks across at me, his eyes locking mine through the dark and very sheer material of the almost obscenely low-cut garment.

  My mouth is so dry, my tongue wouldn’t move even if I did know what to say.

  “You’ll notice I didn’t buy her any underwear Vaughn. There’s a reason for that. Can you imagine how your wife is going to look when I have her parade around a bar or two in those on Friday and Saturday night? How she will feel wearing them? What other people will think of her?” His voice thickens towards the end of his words and he stirs in his armchair.

  I’m staring at him, unable to respond.

  “I wonder; how will it make you feel Vaughn. Knowing your beautiful young wife is being exhibited by me to strangers when she’s dressed like a little whore. Do you think it might excite you Vaughn?”

  I nod and close my mouth.

  “It excites me Vaughn. Very much.” Richmond raises his chin and one of his hands moves down over his crotch. Oh shit.

  “Do you ever think about what you witnessed of your wife in that parking lot with me that night?” his voice is thick, lewd-sounding now.

  “Yes Richmond”

  “Doing my bidding on her hands and knees, like some dirty little slut.” His hand is still hovering around the front of his bulging pants.

  “Yes Richmond.”

  “Did she surprise you the way she behaved for me Vaughn?” His eyes instruct me to put the blouse away. I hear his zipper. I can’t look.

  When I do look he has a knowing smile on his face and his head tilted to one side. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t have to. He points between his legs.

  “Do you remember how the others in the parking lot enjoyed seeing your wife’s supple young body Vaughn?”

  I’m kneeling. I’m on the hard floor at his feet.

  “Yes Richmond.” I look up to his face, beyond his hand as he starts to take his cock from his pants.

  “So you’re happy for me to take your wife away with me?” He lets out a small gasp as he frees his monumental shaft. It towers above my eyes, his hand stroking gently. His huge balls roll ominously in my face with each pull. My breathing is labored.

  “Not yet Vaughn” he says firmly as I’m moving my head towards his groin.

  “Ask me.” he says.

  “Ask you?”

  “Ask me to take your wife away Vaughn.” he’s stroking more steadily now.

  The walls of the room are closing in on me.

  “Will you take my wife away Richmond.” I stare up at the penis that must absolutely fill my wife.

  “Pardon? Where are your manners?” His hips swivel in his seat and he swipes at one of my cheeks with his erection.

  “Please Richmond, please will you take my wife away.” My own cock is like iron in my pants.

  “Better. And do you want me to dress her like the little slut she is? Shall I make an exhibition of her for others to enjoy?” his cock is making little ‘slicking’ sounds as he strokes it in my face.

  “Yes, yes please Richmond.” My hand is gripping the front of my pants. “Dress her like your slut and fuck her. Please fuck my wife Richmond.” I’m rubbing my cock through my pants as I kneel, almost in a frenzy.

  “Suck.” is all he says.

  It takes a moment to realize I’ve been given an instruction. I fall forward into the musky smell of his pheromones. I take his hot statue of stiff flesh in both hands. I hold it in front of my face. Like some precious artefact to be worshipped. The cock that pleasures my wife.

  Richmond moans high above me. His legs spread a little wider.

  His balls are soft, pungent as I kiss them each in turn. Full of cum for my Lily.

  I elevate my back and neck, gripping his fat cock and kissing noisily around the shining head.

  “Mmmm yes,” Richmond murmurs, “That’s going to fuck your little slut-wife in every hole until she can hardly walk. She’ll worship it the whole weekend.”

  It’s too much for me. I sink forward, stretching and widening my jaws into the shape of a silent scream to accept his thickness. My mouth and the top of my throat skewer on his brutal stick.

  I underestimated his size. He pushes. Too much. Too deep. It’s blocking the back of my throat. I gag. Richmond’s shoving, straining, driving his hips forward. I can’t breathe through my mouth. Can’t get breath. No respite, no let-up. I want to panic. Strong hands push relentlessly at the back of my head. I can’t get away.

  I give in to him. Completely. Gulping air through my nostrils I suck in desperation with every part of my mouth. Forward then back, forward then back like I’m drunk and listening to frenzied rock music. The inside of my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, my tongue and lips kneaded, ground by his steel-hard pole until they feel they’re chafing. I suck as if I want to ingest and assimilate his manhood into my whole being. The noise reminds me of porn videos I’ve watched with Lily, but my wordless moans are a deeper tone than any woman I’ve heard suck on film.

  Richmond says something about wanting to slap Lily around. He’s moving his hips, ramming himself at me. Fingers grip my hair. He’s cumming!

  His thighs tense. “Swallow it all Vaughn” he grunts and exhales loudly.

  I’m held tightly in place between his legs. He erupts. Thick, hot jets of fluid burst into my mouth, bloating my cheeks while I cower. My throat muscles tense.

  “Every drop,” he gasps as the salty injections continue. He’s gripping me so tightly I want to cry out.

  I’m straining to hold his copious load in my mouth. I move my head as much as his hands will allow. I twist myself, trying to raise my chin. He’s looking down at me. Wide, dark eyes monitoring me.

  “Swallow,” his voice is flat, commanding.

  My eyes water from my hair being tugged so much. I relax my throat muscles. Richmond’s huge deposit begins to slide downwards towards my belly.

  Chapter Eight

  “I want you to spend some time talking to Lily between now and Friday evening when I take her away.” Richmond told me while he was fastening his pants up in his hotel suite earlier this week. “Reassure her you’re happy for her to go with me, tell her you actively want her to. Even if you’re not yet wholly convinced that’s the truth.” He was standing, not even looking down at me while I was still getting up from my knees the floor.

  “Helping persuade your wife to come away with me is all part of your submission. Do you understand that Vaughn?”

  I’m not sure what I said in reply.

 
Now, on Friday afternoon, waiting for Lily to return from work before she’s due to then get ready and leave with him, Richmond’s words echo in my head.

  “A young girl like her will continually need to know you support her desire to be with me Vaughn.”

  My stomach gurgles acid as I replay him telling me that his cock had been sucked by ‘one or two’ other cuckold husbands in the past. But ‘never with the relish nor appetite’ he sees from me. My face burns.

  What the hell am I doing letting my wife go away with this man? How have I let myself sink to the level of doing what I did again in that hotel suite?

  Not for the first time I find myself feeling sick at the prospect that while they’re away he may tell Lily what he’s made me do. Even though he’s promised it will remain ‘our secret’ as long as I ‘continue to perform as required.’

  Lily’s car engine sounds on the driveway. I push thoughts of Richmond and the hotel suite out of my mind. I rise to go and greet Lily at the door.

  “I haven’t got much time,” she shrinks out of my embrace as I kiss the side of her face. “He’ll be here soon. I need to shower and pack.”

  She’s so obviously excited about going to him. Huge pangs of fear and desperation for her to stay instead well up inside me. Even as I feel them, I’m aware of the twin and opposite longing for him to have her. My Lily: his and his alone. Surely this is Insanity?

  My eyes follow the movement of the lovely swollen cheeks of her behind as she runs quickly up the stairs.

  When I too reach our bedroom her clothes are already half-discarded on our marriage bed.

  “You don’t have to go Lily.” I’m not pleading, but it feels as if I am.

  She glances at me, her arms behind her back unfastening her bra. The shower is already beating on the tray in the en suite bathroom.

  “Let me do that for you.” I step behind her and peel the white lace over her shapely shoulders. Wonderfully heavy breasts tumble free.

  “God, you look so hot Lily,” gently I cup the silky flesh of her warm breasts in my hands.

  “Vaughn don’t; I really haven’t got time for this. Richmond will be here in under half an hour. Please!” Lily breaks free and steps out of her panties almost without breaking stride. I watch her toned legs disappear towards the shower.

  “I could tie you to the bed Lily, be a bit forceful with you.” I follow her in to the shower room. She stops and sighs. She looks at me sadly and covering the tips of her breasts with a forearm she reaches out her other arm towards my head. She strokes my hair gently.

  “Don’t be silly Vaughn.”

  “I could...” I say

  “What did you expect would happen if you introduced me to a man like Richmond?” her brow crinkles and she looks at me like I’m a small child that doesn’t understand something obvious.

  “I just don’t want to lose you Lily,”

  “I’ve told you before; you’re not going to lose me.” She sighs and then she’s gone. The glass shower door closes behind her and she disappears in a mist of steam and water spray.

  I sit in the living room waiting. Looking at my watch and waiting. Flicking through the muted TV channels and waiting. I hope she’s ready before he arrives. I don’t want to have to see him or invite him in.

  The floorboards on the landing creak. The stairs do something similar almost at the same time as headlights pull up outside our home. I wonder what the neighbours will make of a Bentley outside. What if someone sees her leaving with him? Shit, why haven’t I thought of that before now?

  My heart is in my mouth as Lily and I meet in our hallway. Her overnight bag is on her shoulder. She looks and smells so beautiful although I’m not sure I recognize the fragrance of her perfume. Her fitted gray dress accentuating her curves, highlighting the shape of her heavy bust and curvaceous hips. Does she know what Richmond is taking for to wear and show off her shape in tonight? My cock seems trapped between stiffening and dissolving up into my belly.

  She lowers her bag to the floor and I take her into my arms. She’s so warm and soft. She doesn’t look at me. Long fingers with painted fingernails fumble in her purse for something. I inhale her.

  “Be careful Lily,” I say hopelessly.

  “I will. “ Now she looks into my eyes. We kiss and she picks up her bag. Her ass looks so good in that tight dress. I imagine what Richmond will think when he sees it.

  She’s opening the door. His car engine purrs outside. She smiles at me quickly and I kiss the side of her face. I close the door behind her. I don’t want to watch her walk to his car. I hope no-one sees her. I don’t want to look pathetic watching them through the living room window as he drives her away. So I wait in the hallway, my heart thundering and stomach coiled.

  The car engine pulls away.

  She’s gone. He’s taken my wife.

  Chapter Nine

  I’m sitting in the living room with MTV and the curtains drawn. These two days and nights have been the longest of my life. I should have gone out somewhere. Maybe arranged to meet friends, had a few drinks to take my mind of where Lily was and what she would be doing. It didn’t seem right though somehow. Knowing my wife was ‘out there’ with another man. How would I have faced any of our friends?

  It was bad enough when I went to the local convenience store for milk and a paper. I had to tell one of the neighbours who asked about her that Lily was away on a ‘course’ with work. They could tell I was lying; I’m sure of it.

  I guess I could have thrown myself into work while she was away. It’s not like there aren’t projects for clients that need my attention. But how would I have concentrated?

  The whole of the last 48 hours has been a slow, steady cycle of imagining them together. Peaking repeatedly and frenziedly as I jack-off in the knowledge that a man like Richmond has my gorgeous young wife in his bed. Plunging to emotional rock bottom in between as morbid anxiety and fear cocoon me like some terrible, black shroud. The contrast and contradiction between both states insanely erotic even as it tortures me.

  I haven’t wanted to appear weak, like I’m pining for Lily while she was away so I haven’t tried to call her. She sent me one text on Friday night to say they’d got to the ‘beautiful’ hotel. Then another this afternoon to say she was on her way back.

  What if she feels differently about me after spending so much time with him? I could never compete with him on any level. What if she realizes she wants the kind of life only a few a men like him could provide? What if he decides he wants to leave his wife for someone younger after all?

  I don’t even realize She’s back home until I hear a key in the front door. Lily is laughing and then I hear Richmond’s voice.

  She’s brought him back here! I think I might throw up.

  They’re in the hallway. Lily in a pair of tight blue jeans and black V-necked jumper. She looks beautiful, glowing but tired around the eyes. I’m anxious how my own wife will react to seeing me. I’m distressed about Richmond being inside my house.

  “Have you eaten Vaughn?” Lily’s beautiful green eyes look into mine. “We had something on the way home.”

  “I’m fine,” I nod awkwardly at Richmond and grip my wife’s arm, kissing her cheek and inhaling the faintest traces of both perfume and I think; alcohol.

  I cringe inside as Lily tells me she’s asked Richmond if he’ll stay for a drink.

  “Green tea would be good if you have it.” Richmond grins at me; his chin jutting, broad shoulders confidently back in an obviously expensive sports jacket.

  “Would you do it Vaughn while I take my bag upstairs?” Lily kicks off her shoes and flashes a smile at me, “I’ll have the same as Richmond.” She says.

  In the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil I try to steady my nerves by deepening and slowing my breathing. I needed to be alone with her.

  I take our drinks through to the living room. They’re both already standing together in there. Were they whispering? Lily looks over her shoulder at me.


  “So how was your weekend Vaughn?” Richmond takes his drink, I’m sure his voice is louder than it needs to be. I feel like I’m being mocked. I shrug my shoulders knowing my face has flushed.

  “Hmmm, probably quite difficult I would imagine.” Richmond nods sympathetically.

  I would never have believed it possible to be intimidated in this room.

  “You have a lovely home Lily, Vaughn” Richmond’s stance is wide as he sips his tea and stares around our living room.

  “Oh its nothing compared to yours Richmond” Lily shrugs. Her breasts jiggle slightly in her jumper

  When has she seen his house?

  “I must say, even at the risk of embarrassing you both, there’s something rather erotic about the three of us being here in your home. Don’t you agree Lily?” Richmond’s whole mouth seems to broaden as he speaks. He smiles at me and then while still holding my gaze, reaches around and lightly pats Lily’s behind.

  In our home? Do something Vaughn!

  “Not too sore is it little Miss?” Richmond gestures to my wife’s ass with his eyes. Lily laughs but she looks awkward, her face flushing.

  My stomach and throat have compressed.

  “Your wife and I were talking at some length on the way back Vaughn,” he sips his tea, legs astride standing close to Lily. “I don’t have a great deal of time this evening before I need to leave for home. However, before I do go, your lovely wife has agreed to take part in something of a demonstration.”

  A what?

  “Isn’t that right Lily?” His free hand roams slowly over the contours of one of her ass cheeks.

  In front of me? Say something Vaughn

  Lily grips her cup with one hand and fingers her necklace with the other.

  “Would you like to put down your drink Lily?” he says.

  She does what he tells her, and then stands next to him twisting her wedding ring back and forth around her finger.

  Richmond checks his Gold watch.

  “Take your clothes off for us now Lily.” He steps in front of my wife so that he’s between her and me. He faces me.