I nod into the phone.
“More time taken before I get any sexual relief from her means my frustration rises.”
“I understand. Should I be saying anything to her or doing anything specific to help things along for you?” Even as I say it, some part of my brain is screaming: ‘This is insanity!’
“Of course. As I’ve said previously; if and when she eventually brings up the subject of me you must encourage her. Suggest to her I could be the man she has fantasised about. But that’s for later.” Richmond lowers his voice, “For now, if I’m to continue, I’ll need you to compensate me in some way for my delayed gratification.”
“Compensate you?” I look to the door of my home office at the sound of the post landing on the mat in the hallway.
“I want you to show the same commitment to this whole project.” Richmond continues, “Your commitment and your submission.” He draws out the syllables of the last word. “I need you to help me feel closer to Lily, to get to know her more intimately while I’m softening her up. I want some more pictures of her. Undraped ideally and some of her underwear. Vaughn I want you to bring me some nude pictures of your wife and her used underwear.”
If I’d been given much time to consider his crazy request I might have done differently. Instead, by 3:00pm I’ve given up any pretence of trying to work at home and can hardly believe that I’m walking across the hotel parking lot towards the building. The same place I first met Richmond.
Stuffed into an airtight plastic bag in my otherwise empty laptop case are two pairs of Lily’s panties picked from the laundry basket at home. With these are four more pictures of my wife in various states of undress. In two she’s nude.
‘What am I doing? What the hell am I thinking of?’ The judge in my head screams at me. My pulsating groin and clenching stomach push the voice aside and drive me on into the hotel.
Richmond said he would be interviewing in the hotel later and so he’s given me the suite number. I make my way up to the third floor and knock.
Dressed in a gray business suit and pale blue shirt Richmond smiles down at me and holds the door open.
“Come in, come in. Take a seat. I’m pleased you could make it.” He points to a round dark wooden table with seats either side of it upholstered in velvety purple fabric. The large room is well-lit but beyond the table the curtains are drawn.
“You have something for me I believe.” Richmond nods towards my case.
My face burns as I take a seat and open the side-pocket of the case. What is it about his confident no; - ‘arrogant’ way that makes me feel like this? These are feelings I not only don’t understand, but that I don’t even want to try and admit to.
I push the plastic bag and photographs of my wife across the table towards him.
“Take her underwear out of the bag for me please Vaughn.” Richmond nods and picks up the photographs. His eyes rivet me in place, as if daring me to defy.
My hands shake as I fumble with the bag. I’m sure my face must have turned scarlet by the time I produce the two pairs of Lily’s lace panties for him. One a white g-string, the other semi sheer and black.
Still maintaining firm eye contact Richmond smiles and then slowly arranges the photos of Lily to face him in a row on the table. He picks up one of the nudes of her. “Oh my..” he murmurs and his index finger strokes the image. “She’d look delightful shaven down there.” He lifts the g-string to his face. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply around the thin strip of Lily’s gusset.
I look away, shuddering, but feeling precum seep from my cock.
“I’m so looking forward to tasting the real thing,” Richmond says.
I feel like someone is crushing my whole body in a huge vice.
Richmond lets his wide tongue extend and trace along the lightly soiled interior of Lily’s white underwear.
“This must be quite a sight for a submissive husband” he smiles at me wickedly.
“Yes,” is all I can manage.
“But just how submissive are you Vaughn I wonder,” his arm moves. For a second or two I think I must be in denial about what I’m seeing.
He’s started unzipping himself.
“What do you mean Richmond?” Some part of me is willing myself to snatch back Lily’s intimate belongings and run from the room. The guy’s getting his cock out!
From somewhere else inside me entirely comes a different compulsion. A deep longing to watch another man enjoy the most private of my wife’s images, fragrances and tastes.
A screeching sound fills the room. My head shrinks into my shoulders. Richmond pushes his chair back away from the table with a foot. He sits back in his seat. He looks directly at me from above Lily’s g-string. His other hand strokes a slow, steady rhythm down where I can’t look.
I think I might pass out.
“You see what the mere thought your young wife does to a man like me? What Lily does to me?”
I can’t answer.
“Why won’t you look Vaughn? Are you ashamed of the effect your wife has on other men?”
I shake my head.
“So look at how you wife makes me feel.” His voice rings with an authority I can’t deny. I lower my eyes. I can hardly believe them. Huge and shiny in the light of the room, wrapped tightly by his fingers Richmond’s manhood is marked like a map with veins of meandering purple rivers.
“Lovely body..” he mutters glancing down at Lily topless. “Made for sharing as the saying goes. She needs my firm hand though doesn’t she Vaughn?“ he moves the g-string away from his mouth. I don’t get the impression he’s interested in any reply I might give.
Still his hand works on himself.
“I’ll slap those tits and that ass around when I get to do her...make the little bitch cry out.” His breathing is deeper and my own cock has hardened between my legs.
“Maybe I’ll get to put her on a dog leash. Do you think Lily might get off on that as well?” he stares from one nude image of Lily to the next.
“She might...” Oh God.
“Do you remember Vaughn I once told you it could surprise you what some submissive husbands are prepared to do? “
I nod repeatedly.
“Some of them, especially those who are wanna-be cuckolds, are prepared to suck the bull off. In fact they yearn for it.” Richmond’s back straightens. His eyes burn into me.
‘Well not fucking me, you’re disgusting!’ I want to shout. I want to shout it and then pick up mine and Lilly’s things and storm from the room.
Except that I don’t shout that. I don’t do anything. I freeze, unable to slow my thumping heartbeat. Unable to take my bulging eyes from this man’s shiny, vein-covered monster. It’s like something from a porn video.
“Are you one of those husbands I wonder Vaughn?”
I can’t react.
“How does it feel Vaughn, seeing me hard and stroking myself to your darling young wife?”
I can barely breathe. I can’t stop staring between his legs. I could never have admitted anything like this, but the sight, the slippery clicking sound as Richmond peels back his own skin mesmerizes me. My Lily’s images and underwear causing, provoking this other man’s excitement. It thrills me shamefully.
“We both know it should be Lilian doing this for me don’t we?”
I realize I’m nodding.
“Well she’s not here is she? Yet.” Richmond’s eyes burn me like hot pokers.
“It’s going to be virtually impossible for me to spend a lot of time in the company of a woman like your wife without any satisfaction Vaughn,” he says throatily, without breaking the rhythm of his stroking.
“If you expect me to do that then it’s only right you demonstrate your commitment to our project by taking on her duties until she’s ready.” His voice is firm, slow, relentless.
He raises his chin and shudders, still slowly stroking. “There’s something very erotic to me about a husband prepared to display that level of commitment Vaugh
n.”
“What, what...would you want me to do? I hardly recognize the thin, reedy voice coming from my mouth.
“Here,” He’s pointing to the floor between his feet. “Kneel and show me what your sexy young wife will be doing for me soon enough.” Aristocratic features firm into a deadly serious expression.
I’m disabled. What am I even doing here? How the hell has my desire to see Lily fully satisfied mutated into this?
And then that queasy arousal in the pit of my stomach betrays and beckons me. No! I couldn’t. This is insanity! Disgusting insanity at that.
“Do you think it fair to expect me to put in the hours developing your wife with nothing in return over the short term?” his voice is insistent. “I have needs. I’m not asking you to take any of the treatment I have in mind for Lily later...” Richmond raises his voice. He yanks at his cock and huge hairy balls emerge from behind his zipper. They bounce menacingly before he releases his cock and grips his testicles.
“These are full to the brim all because of Lily...” his mouth tightens.
“So are you going to suck me off or do we abandon our plans for your wife?” he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at me.
I don’t know how I reached his feet, but I’m there on my knees now. All pretence at disgust or at trying to remain ‘manly’ vanished. I’m so close that I can smell the musk of Richmond’s huge genitals.
“I can’t wait to get this inside your wife Vaughn...to slap her around some like she wants. Like she’s needed all her life.” Richmond murmurs and slowly shakes the polished head of his cock in my face.
That’s all I need to hear. The words and the realization that in front of me is the man and the penis that plan to enjoy my wife are enough. For the first time in my life I grip another man’s bony erection in my hand. There’s so much more cock in my hand than when I hold my own that this one doesn’t feel real.
Richmond moans and I lower my head.
I close my eyes. I don’t pause to kiss the shaft like Lily did to me those few times she’s sucked me. I skewer my mouth and throat on Richmond’s iron-hard meat.
“Nnnng”. Horror, self-loathing, disbelief and wild, mind-blowing sexual arousal tear through me. Arousal so intense my own balls harden. My hand is at my own zipper. I mustn’t touch him with my teeth. My head nods robotically as I repeatedly draw, then withdraw the salty-tasting rod that plugs and corks my desperately willing mouth.
“This is the cock your wife really needs isn’t it Vaughn, the kind of cock she craves. I’m the one who will give Lily what she’s been missing all this years. Isn’t that right?” Richmond moves his hips in agitation as I quicken the pace of my intake.
His hands now on the back of my bowed head. Thighs begin pushing at me, tensing. He’s coming!
I try to push back and away from Richmond, struggling desperately. He’s too strong. He holds me firmly in place.
“Don’t resist Vaughn,” Richmond’s voice is calm, soothing almost in my moment of panic. It reminds me of a dentist from my childhood. He sounds like he’s comforting me as we both await the anaesthetic to take effect.
His hardness bloats. Hot jets of cream, thick and salty. Snot-like fluid floods my mouth. My arms wrestle with the air. I tense my throat muscles. Instinctively desperate to avoid the horror of Richmond’s hot bodily fluid exiting my mouth and down my clenched throat into my belly. My mouth suddenly so hot. All over and under my tongue, between my teeth. I want to hold my nose, to avoid any taste, but I can’t. I try not breathing.
“Swallow it” his voice commands.
I try to move my head from side to side, to shake it in refusal. It hurts – my hair is being gripped.
“Swallow it, like your wife will.”
Chapter Eleven
I’ve hardly been able look at Lily for days on end. My sex drive has evaporated. Not that Lily seems to have even noticed.
The thought of what I was drawn into doing to Richmond has seldom left me. I don’t want to put into words what happened between the two men on the third floor of that hotel room. Never mind face the fact that one of the men there was me.
Follow-up emails from Richmond appeared in my inbox but I deleted them all without reading any. I couldn’t bear to open them. I’ve just thrown myself into my work. Trying to keep the details of what happened out of my head.
Today though, over a week later, something’s dawned on me. Even though Lily has never still mentioned him or anyone like him; what if he is still going to the gym and spa? What if he’s watching her, spying on her when she’s there after work? He knows her itinerary.
Then again if that was the case, surely she’d have mentioned him by now. I’ve given her ample opportunity. What was it Richmond said? ‘Many wives never tell their husbands when they meet a man they’re attracted to....’
I need to know for sure but there’s no way I could face calling Richmond. Why the hell didn’t I just read those follow-up emails?
Mid-afternoon and I’m sitting in my office at home laughing out loud. Some IT guru I am. I must have been more stressed about all this than I even thought. The email ‘trash’ folder holds deleted emails for 30 days!
Seated at my desktop PC I scroll through the heaps of unwanted and unsolicited ‘Business partnership’ and ‘Special offer’ emails until I see Richmond’s name. My stomach tenses as I click into the first of them.
Dated the morning after that shameful hotel meeting it reads:
“Vaughn,
I enjoyed your display of compliance yesterday. Hopefully you are coming to terms with what happened...” Nausea seeps through me as I remember.
“I strongly advise you not to be too hard on yourself. What you did was not an easy step for any husband to take. It was however, one needed to further this project. You should be happy in the knowledge that at last you are beginning to find your true calling. Life is too short to live a lie and yesterday doesn’t make you homosexual. Merely a submissive cuckold husband intent on keeping his wife’s future master interested.
In any case, yesterday was nothing more than your dear wife will hopefully soon be happy to perform. As you will see for yourself.
Give me a ring if you need to discuss. I will be back in touch soon.
R”
Perversely his words to some extent seem to comfort me. If wonder if Richmond means anything by the term: “you will see for yourself.” Was it just a turn of phrase?
The second of three emails from him contains an attachment. The note itself is brief.
“..Disappointed I haven’t heard back from you. Hope all is well. In case Lily hasn’t mentioned our little shopping trip please find the attached. I’ll give you fuller details on overall progress when you reply.”
My stomach rolls as I inspect the attachment. A jpeg. I click into it. Lily smiles back at me from across the other side of a table in what looks like a coffee shop. Her long legs are crossed in a skirt shorter than anything I’ve ever seen her in. Is he trying to say he’s taken her out? Already? How? When? I rack my brains trying to remember when and where Lily has been by herself in the last few days.
My fingers tremble over the keyboard and into Richmond’s final email. It’s dated 2 days ago on the 13th. With nothing in the ‘subject ‘ line the body of the email merely details a time and a place. A ‘car park’ that seems to be located fairly close to Lily’s gym. ‘6pm on the 15th’.
That’s tonight.
There’s one final sentence at the bottom of this email next to the satnav address for the car park.
‘You might want to be discrete.’
What the hell is this? He can’t seriously believe I’m going to meet and give him a repeat performance in some car park?
I sit staring at this third email, burning with anger and frustration and trying to think. If I could just forget everything and know I’d never have to see Richmond again I would.
I’ve no idea whether he’s really been spending time in Lily’s company since h
is first visit to the Spa. Couldn’t he have found out her full name from the gym, searched her online and got that picture of her in the coffee shop from one of her friend’s Facebook accounts or somewhere? Short of asking him directly, I don’t how I’m going to find out.
I sit at my desk mentally exhausting any other potential avenues I can think of for finding out. I can see no other choice. I have to call him.
I rehearse my words over and over before nervously prodding the digits into my phone. It rings and rings: Voicemail. Richmond’s familiar steady voice. My chest tightens just at the sound of him. He announces loftily that he’s ‘busy and therefore unavailable at the moment’.
There’s no way I’m leaving a message. I try calling again, feeling myself grow more agitated about his cryptic email with each passing second that the phone isn’t answered. Again it clicks in to Richmond’s recording.
Gradually it becomes obvious I’m going to have to drive over to the car park. I’m also certain that once there, there’s no way on earth I’ll be repeating anything I did for him in that hotel. All I want is to know whether the man is still pursuing Lily and to put a stop to it if he is.
Chapter Twelve
Before I leave to meet Richmond I write a note for Lily in case she’s back from the gym before me. I tell her I’ve been called out to a client emergency and will be back ASAP.
The early evening sky is beginning to darken as I drive through the rain-soaked streets. Mentally I run through the various possible scenarios I might be faced with when I meet this man again.
The car park itself is located off a quiet country road and I swing my Ford into the entrance a few minutes after 6pm. I drive slowly across the crunching gravel, my lights illuminating a sign that says something about ‘Place of natural beauty’.
There are three or four other cars parked around the perimeter of the parking lot. Beyond them and on all three other sides of the car park it seems to be woodland.
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