This is so wrong. My cock is out of my pants and I’m massaging it as I read the additional requests for “Detailed knowledge of your wife’s interests and preferences both sexual and otherwise.” He goes on to talk about the need for him and me to explore potential ways for him to be introduced to Lily.
Almost as soon as I finish cumming I hate myself for even thinking about doing any of this. How could I if I really loved Lily? Richmond is clearly a ‘mad man’. A completely deluded fantasist. He couldn’t seriously expect me to do this for him? I’m in the kitchen pouring myself another beer. I shake my head: Create some kind of written proposal to persuade him and to help him to seduce and use my wife?’ No fucking way.
Back in the living room I switch the T.V to another movie channel. I should never have even got involved with this pervert.
Despite my misgivings at ‘mad man’ Richmond’s request, my arousal at the thought of what he’s suggested is building again when I finally hear Lily’s key in the door.
She smiles and kisses my cheek. She looks so sexy, her hair slightly dishevelled. She slips off her jacket and I see that beneath her dress, Lily’s nipples are still visibly a little hard from the cool air outside. She leaves me savoring her stale perfume and hurries upstairs to the bathroom.
When she returns she finds me in the kitchen. I’ve already poured her the glass of water she always takes to bed after she’s had alcohol.
“You look gorgeous,” my eyes linger on her bare shoulders. “Did you have a good night?” I’m still half thinking of what I’ve been asked to do by this other, older man. A man who admits to coveting my lovely young wife.
I take her in my arms, more tightly than I might normally and she moans. I’m somehow emboldened by her partial incapacitation through drink. I grab a fistful of her blonde hair and gently pull. She kisses me deeply; her cheeks still cool, her mouth warm.
“Is this what you want your older fantasy man to do to you?” I break away from her mouth, my erection pushing at the inside of my pants. It’s as if I’m watching someone else, not me with their hand in her hair. My other hand tugs at the hem of Lily’s dress. Again she moans. I yank the fabric up and she wiggles her hips to help me expose her pale, bare thighs and ass. She closes her eyes.
I move my arm and place a hand between her legs. I cup my hand there like a beggar holding out his palm. I hold it over the black lace of Lily’s gusset. Her heat seeps from behind the fabric. She moves herself against me. Slowly I pull my fingers across her encased pussy lips then I move them back, as if beckoning with my hand.
“Mmmm” she murmurs and shakes her head so that her hair falls around her shoulders. “Pull my hair...hard.”
I hesitate for a moment. Even though I’ve become no stranger to imagining other men roughly using my wife, somehow it doesn’t feel right to do it myself. I don’t want to hurt her.
She grinds hers pussy onto my hand, moving her hips so that my fingers have begun massaging her outer lips almost without me knowing it. She moves her head to help my hand coil her hair.
“Pull my hair Vaughn..” she whispers again. I hesitate, but do as she asks. Lily’s hand is at my pants.
I pick the fabric of her panties aside with trembling fingertips. She breathes hard and hot against my neck. I dip two middle fingers between her drenched pussy lips. She whimpers.
“This what you wanted?” I push my fingers hard up her and tug at her hair. She squirms in my arms. Breathless myself, I make a mental note to put “Hair-pulling” close to the top of any list of my wife’s ‘likes’ when I make that presentation to Richmond.
I look at Lily and as much as I really do love her, all I can see is Richmond ravishing her. His hopefully enormous erection ready to plunge into her, drilling and pounding her into the submission she so longs for.
I pause, for a moment suddenly unsure what to do with her now. Lily continues to writhe against my fingers. My hand is still twisted through her hair. She’s fumbling awkwardly at the zipper of my pants. She finds my cock and I gasp out loud as she closes her small hand around it.
“Oh Lily”
“Hurt me Vaughn...”
Did she say ‘hurt’?
I push her up against the kitchen wall, my fingers burrowing deep between her legs. This is how a man like Richmond would treat her. He’d make her his own. Make her do exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck me from behind,” her voice is urgent, her fingers still enveloping my shaft. She breaks away from me, frantically but unsteadily peeling her panties down long legs. She kicks them over her heels.
I shove my own pants down beyond my thighs and watch Lily take her place on her hands and knees on the cork flooring. She’s never behaved this way before – even after a lot of wine. Maybe it’s all the talk about other men?
She lowers her shoulders and rests her head on her forearms on the floor. Her large round ass rises.
“Fuck me from behind...do it hard Vaughn”
“Yes, yes this is what you want the old man to do to you don’t you Lily?” My voice sounds rapid, almost unrecognizable as my own. I drop down onto my bare knees on the kitchen floor.
My hands sink into the flesh of my wife’s ample behind. I’m so hard, aching so much for Lily to be given what she needs. I grip my engorged cock in my fist. Lily whines as I move the head of it against the entrance of her pussy.
This is how a man like Richmond would take my wife. Ass in the air, ready to be used like his cum bucket! I roar wordlessly to myself. I lunge into the furnace between her legs and she exhales as if every bone in her body has softened.
My silent words to myself about Richmond are too much for me. Lily pushes her fleshy hips and buttocks hard back into my groin. The first convulsion overtakes my body. I’m climaxing inside her even before she’s received a second thrust from me.
Later at night now, Lily is sleeping soundly by my side in bed and my guilt and fear return. How can this be right? I silently ask the darkness of our bedroom. Shame floods me at the thought of my wife totally unaware that she’s been discussed intimately with another man she’s never even met.
I try to soothe my feelings by telling myself Lily deserves to be fully satisfied sexually. That I’m only capable of playing at it with her. Especially now my excitement is continually getting the better of me.
As Richmond has suggested, maybe all I should do is put a seemingly suitable ‘temptation’ like him in front of Lily and let her decide. It would be up to her if she wanted to take what he might be able to offer.
My cock stiffens again at the thought.
Chapter Nine
In theory, sitting in this meeting room in the middle of a strategic planning session should’ve been the best place for me this afternoon while Lily’s at the gym. It’s not turning out that way though. That has nothing to do with the boring uninspiring content my clients are presenting. The fact is, I’m almost going out of my head knowing that Richmond is liable to talking to Lily at this very moment.
He confirmed a number of things to me when I made my full presentation to him. One of them was that the Steeple Hotel with its Spa and gym where my wife is a gym member would be an ideal ‘seduction venue’ for him. He could go there with only a slight diversion off one of his routes home from the office.
Even better as far he was concerned, was the fact that he’s ‘known’ at the place. Not, he said, in a way that would interfere with his plans for approaching my wife. He told me the hotel management knows him because his company has used their facilities for corporate meetings or to entertain business associates. Apparently they know nothing of his family background and they wouldn’t question his use of their spa and gym.
I try to be discrete as I look again at my watch. At least there are plenty of full-time employees around me to ask the kind of ‘strategic’ questions I probably ought to be asking.
My heart has been racing most of the day. Oh God, she’s bound to have met him by now. What the hell have I done enabling this?<
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I think again about Richmond. His face when he was looking at the images of Lily in my PowerPoint presentation. She was in our bedroom wearing black lingerie and high heels. “So ripe” he had said. He told me how much he loved ‘big natural breasts’, how he liked to have them ‘hang like udders’ when the woman is on her knees. He went on about Lily’s pink nipples; he said older women’s are usually darker. He prefers pink. He asked me whether she’d ever mentioned having them clamped or slapped.
My palms are damp at the memory. What the hell have I done letting this man meet my wife?
When I confirmed to him that Lily can be quite materialistic he said he’d make sure she got a look at his car today at some point. I didn’t even know he drove a Bentley.
I try to push the insistent thought of Richmond out of my head. The whole situation is so hopelessly at odds with the professional business-man version of myself I’m supposed to be while in this room with all these other people.
When the meeting breaks for coffee I head for the gents washroom.
“How’s that lovely wife of yours?” asks one of the partners when he arrives at the urinal next to me. He looks dead ahead, loudly hosing down the ceramic.
“Yes, fine thanks” I shudder inside. How the hell would he react if he knew what was happening at this very moment – and why? Who would believe it?.
I return to the meeting and as various speeches drone on I consider the prospect that Lily may not even like Richmond. She might have blanked any approach he made. Or he might have decided not to go there today after all. Maybe she won’t have been able to get away from work at her usual early time.
On the drive home I imagine Richmond’s dark middle-aged eyes feasting themselves on my wife’s supple young body in her tight Lycra gym attire and her wet swimming costume. He would see her in the flesh, already knowing so much about her. Including what she looks like in her sexiest underwear.
I indicate before turning left and my balls start to tighten in the pants of my suit. Would Lily get turned on by Richmond’s large physique half-undressed?
Not for the first time I wonder exactly how Richmond will have approached Lily. How he would attempt his seduction of her. “Softly softly catches the monkey” he told me. Or something like that. I certainly gave him all the information he asked for about her interests and hobbies, her likes and dislikes. Shit, even the kind of approaches I felt might work best on her. Richmond said “the rest would be down to chemistry”.
Guilt and a terrible sense of betrayal surges through me yet again. It saturates and stains my insides like some cold chemical fluid. How could I ‘set up’ the woman I love like this? As I ponder the question there’s not even a vague sense of excitement or arousal. Only shame. I don’t deserve a woman like Lily.
The dark skies have started to unload rain and I turn on my windscreen wipers. What’s the point in beating myself up now? What’s done is done. Lily has unfulfilled fantasies that I would never be able to satisfy. Even if she says she doesn’t mind; don’t I more than anyone know how frustrating living sexually dissatisfied can be?
Richmond says that a lot of submissive women never tell their husbands the full extent of their fantasies. He says they worry what their husbands may think of them. I guess it makes sense. I could never tell Lily all of mine.
He says it sometimes takes an experienced ‘outsider’ like him to get a woman to fully open-up. He’s sworn that if he does uncover the depths of her desires, he’ll share everything he discovers with me and even coach me. Surely that would ultimately benefit Lily?
I reach our house and there’s no sign of Lily’s car. It’s still probably a little early for her yet.
What if she really likes Richmond and developed feelings for him? She might want to leave me for this older, alpha male with a Bentley and his own business mightn’t she? Then I remind myself the guy is happily married. Or at least that’s what he told me.
Shit, he could be a real weirdo. Someone who wants to harm my wife. I take deep breaths to try and calm myself as I get out of the car. Fear chills my blood at the possibility that Richmond might not be who he says he is.
At least it would be broad daylight most of the time they were there together at the gym. The staff there know Lily and would surely look out for her in any case.
Self-loathing and something approaching panic surge through me like a white heat. I feel sick to my stomach. I might have put my own wife in danger.
Please just let Lily come home safe. I swear I won’t do anything like this ever again.
Chapter Ten
I don’t think I’ve ever been quite as relieved in my life as I am when Lily texts me to say she’s on her way home from the gym.
She arrives back a little later than she usual. By the time she does I’m no longer in either a ‘guilty’ or ‘remorseful’ state. I’m well and truly back in the saddle riding the ‘arousal’ phase of my turbulent mental cycle.
My eyes dwell on her high-arched feet as she kicks off her heels in the bedroom. I look lingeringly at her weighty bosom in her white satin blouse once she’s taken off her jacket. I wonder whether Richmond had been able to avoid staring at that chest in her swimming costume if and when he flirted with her. I’m absolutely desperate to find out what’s happened. If anything did of course. But I can’t be too obvious about asking.
I thought I might have had a brief email from Richmond to at least confirm whether or not he’d spoken to Lily. Perhaps it was too much to expect so soon. A wealthy business owner like him probably has a lot to handle outside of this ‘project’. Hopefully I’ll get his side of any story soon enough.
I take Lily’s gym bag from her and fuss around her, anxious to hear her say something about a ‘handsome older man’ or at the very least a ‘new member’ at the Spa.
When she still hasn’t said anything during our evening meal I can bear it no longer.
“So; anyone interesting in the gym?” I try to sound casual, matter-of-fact, not looking at my wife as I push my rice around my plate with a fork.
“Not really. Why do you ask?”
“No Nothing, I just wondered.” I smile but am already suspecting that Richmond didn’t actually show up. I’ll email him as soon as I have a little privacy later to find out exactly what happened.
It’s just after 9:30 next morning when Lily has left for her office that my phone finally alerts me to an email reply from Richmond. My chest tightens as I click into the contents of his message.
It’s a lot briefer than I expect.
‘Vaughn,
Sorry I couldn’t get in touch any sooner. I’ve been involved overnight in an issue with one of our foreign subsidiaries.
I feel we need to talk about our project. If you’re free today, call me between 11:00 am and noon and we can discuss.’
What does he mean by that? Why couldn’t he just tell me in the email what happened? Did he hit on her and get a flat-out rejection? Or maybe there was something about her he didn’t like.
“Richmond” the voice sounds vaguely aggressive when it answers my call at 11:01.
“Richmond, its Vaughn.”
“Vaughn, let me just close my office door.” The voice softens and I try to steady my breathing.
“How did everything go yesterday Richmond? Did you manage to get to the gym and see my wife? Did you talk to her?”
“Oh yes, I saw her alright.” Richmond’s voice is salacious, “She looks even better in the flesh Vaughn. I could hardly keep my eyes off those enormous tits of hers...or that big round ass.”
My stomach gurgles.
“Did you speak to her?” my voice cracks.
“I certainly did. We had a long conversation together. In the Jacuzzi actually.” He says slowly. “It felt almost like I was taking a bath with her.” Richmond laughs and I feel my groin stir.
“She didn’t mention anything to me,” I say, my voice sounding feeble.
“I wouldn’t necessarily expect her to yet. As I
said originally Vaughn, many wives will never say anything to their husbands when they meet another man they’re attracted to Even when an affair starts. They’re not stupid. But you’re a lucky man Vaughn. Your wife is clearly quite loyal to you. I pride myself on my perception. I’ve known other women like your wife. Lilian will take a little more time than I hoped before those long legs of hers spread for me.”
Shamefully, my cock stiffens as I listen to Lily talked about this way
“But are you still happy to work on this?” my mouth is arid, the words sticking as if super-glued.
“That depends very much on you Vaughn.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I may be a fast worker generally, which is good because time is a precious commodity Vaughn. Your wife is an extremely attractive woman. As I’ve said, she has all the physical attributes I look for in a younger woman. And most importantly, according to you she’s also a frustrated submissive.”
“She is, she is,” I lower my voice as I repeat the phrase; conscious I may have raised it too much in my keenness to convince him to maintain his interest.
“The problem I have,” Richmond says slowly, “is that investing considerable time on and with your wife before she succumbs, is likely to mean my sexual frustration grows unbearable.”
I don’t know how to respond. Is this his way of saying he’s no longer interested? Is he trying to let me down gently?
“Would you prefer not to carry on with this?” My voice sounds so thin, uncertain; my hand is sweating as I hold the phone.
“Pursuing your wife with a view to dominating and fucking her you mean?” he whispers.
For what seems a long time the only sound is my labored breathing into the phone.
“Yes,” I finally croak.
“As I said earlier Vaughn; that very much depends on you.”
“I don’t understand”.
“Let me speak bluntly Vaughn. If this is to be done properly then Lilian is going to take a little longer to crack than I originally thought. That means I’ll need considerable time in her company. Your wife is a very sexually arousing young woman – as we both know.”
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