The g-string cuts between my buttocks. It makes my flesh tingle. The front of the panties cups my chastity belt.
“Don’t you look nice,” Richmond purrs and rises to his feet. He stands, hands on hips a good foot taller than me.
“You know what to do,” he says calmly.
I’m lowering myself to one knee and then the other at his feet. The web of lingerie tickling my waist as it rides up. Richmond’s shoes creak as I fumble with the belt of his pants.
“You see where your conditioning has led you to Vaughn?” His voice is deep above my head.
My hand shakes as I lower his zipper. His cock bulges thickly inside his dark underpants.
“Let’s see if you can do an especially good job and perhaps earn your release from ‘captivity,’” he laughs and places his hands lightly on top my head.
I tug at the waistband of his shorts. His giant cock springs up and over the elastic, bounding hungrily in my face.
Holding on to my head, Richmond raises a knee and taps the toe of one shoe between my legs. His cock is leaping in front of me.
The smell of his musk envelopes my face. I grip his manhood and plunge my face down over his erection. It spears the roof and sides of my mouth.
“Nnnnng,” I groan and try to work my balls against his foot.
“That’s right, suck it hard Vaughn, suck it like your lovely wife does for me.”
“Nnnnngggg” I move my head back to look up beyond his flat belly to his face. His dark eyes are aflame, burning in to me, the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
“You have no idea how erotic it is for me to keep you celibate and now have you like this Vaughn. Such a beautiful wife but look at you….” Richmond breathes heavily,
I draw his rock hardness slowly, deeply and repeatedly in to my mouth.
“Mmmnnnggg”
“This is the way you were always meant to be Vaughn,” his shoe taps my balls harder now, almost winding me.
“Yes Richmond,” I pant, the noise of my own slurping shocking me.
“I’m sure your wife is going to love your new look when I come to your home at the weekend Vaughn.” His fingers tighten in my hair.
His shoe leaves my groin and he stands legs astride. My hair is gripped tight, his thighs tensing.
Chapter Four
It would be difficult enough to bear looking at Lily in her bikini the back garden while I’m in chastity. Trying to cope with it when George is around the front of the house repairing her car and when I know Richmond will be here later, is making this afternoon unbearable.
“Hadn’t you better get go and ready Lily?” my voice cracks as I survey the way the thin sliver of white bikini bottom disappears between her rounded buttocks.
“What time is it?” she turns on her side on the sunlounger making it creak. She holds a forearm over her bare breasts.
“Ten to,” I say before something catches my eye. I look beyond the end of our garden, upwards to a bedroom window in one of the houses behind ours. The son of the couple who live there is back home after finishing college for the last time. He’s never needed much of an excuse to stare at Lily from behind his desk up there whenever she’s outside. Now, as I look up, his head quickly lowers.
My balls tighten at the thought that he’s probably jerking off looking at my Lily. I still can’t even do that. But tonight’s supposed to be the night.
I was convinced Richmond would allow me out of chastity after what I did for him at the airport hotel earlier in the week. I push away the mental image of that pink monstrosity he made me wear in front of him.
‘We’re going to save your release for a special occasion,’ he’d smiled and zipped himself up when I asked him.
My face burns now even at the memory of almost begging him, dressed in that ridiculous clothing. What must I have looked like to a man like him?
So I’ve endured yet another two nights twisting and turning in bed, sheets sticky with sweat and repressed desire. Conscious of every movement Lily made at my side. The soft cream of her skin prickling my nerve endings so easily that I thought I would cry out in the night and weep real tears of despair.
Lily slips an arm into her bikini top and then wriggles the whole thing over her large chest. My cock pushes against the chastity belt as she sits up on the sun lounger fastening the strap behind her back.
“I need to take a shower, I’m all sweaty,” she mutters almost to herself. She can’t have any idea of the effect a simple sentence like that can have on someone in my state. I need her so bad.
She laughed at me last night in bed when I was pleading with her to let me go down her. She looked embarrassed about it.
‘You know he’s asked me not to’ was all she’d say. She wouldn’t even look at me.
I stand awkwardly while Lily pecks my cheek and slips into her wedge heel sandals. My eyes hungrily follow the roll of her backside as she makes her way to the back door. Richmond’s due in around half an hour. God how I need to get this thing from between my legs.
“I think that’s just about done it dude,” George appears from the path around the side of the house. He tosses Lily’s keys at me then lifts the bottom of his grubby white t-shirt away from his beer belly and wipes his forehead with it. “Reckon it should start no problem again now. Took a bit more adjusting that I expected,” he slumps down into one of the seats around the garden table.
Shit. I appreciate his skills as a mechanic but I need him gone before Richmond gets here.
“Much appreciated George. How much do we owe you for that?”
“Dude, you know there’s no way I’m taking any money from you. Ice cold beer would be good though if you got one?” he smears his forearm across his brow and squints at the sunlight.
“Oh you’re there George,” Lily steps out of the back door with a turquoise sarong over her bikini. “I couldn’t see you out the front; I thought you’d sneaked off home without saying goodbye.”
“I wouldn’t do that Lily. All fixed for you now anyhow.” He laughs.
“George you are a sweetheart, Vaughn’s hopeless with cars,” she leans over him and kisses his cheek. He pulls at the collar of his t-shirt and blows underneath it
“No worries. I think Vaughn was just going to fix me up with a cold one before I head home.” George grins.
“I’ll get it for you before I dive in the shower.” Lily leaves us and heads towards the house. George settles back in his chair.
I don’t want George and Lily both out here when Richmond arrives. I need to get after her, tell her I’ll sort the drinks while she showers.
But by the time George takes a breath from complaining about his wife Marion, Lily appears again. She’s carrying a small tray and three chilled bottles of Coors.
“I thought I’d join you boys for a quick drink before I jump in the shower.
“Shouldn’t you go now Lily?” I try to look pointedly at her.
“Dude, what’s the rush. It’s so hot. How’s the new job going Lily?” George takes a swig at his beer and shields his eyes from the sun as he looks at her.
“Really good,” She adjusts the chiffon wrap and nods enthusiastically.
“Hello?” At first, the voice doesn’t register in my head as Richmond’s. But then he’s there, in front of us. Tall, tanned, a wide grin and a bottle of Moet in his fist.
“Sorry I’m a little earlier than anticipated. I managed to finish with my finance people sooner than expected. There was no answer at your front door,” he smiles, his eyes on Lily, “the gate at the side was open so I assumed you’d be out in the sun.”
Lily shifts on her chair. My chest tenses.
“I’m Richmond,” he extends a hand to George, “Lily works with me,”
“Oh yeah sure dude; we’ve been talking about you.”
“Really?” Richmond raises an eyebrow.
“George is an old friend Richmond,” I speak hurriedly, hoping Richmond will sense the warning I’m trying to convey. “He was asking how Lil
y’s new job was going.”
“Well, I’m pleased to meet you George. Any friend of Lilian’s and Vaughn’s is a friend of mine. Isn’t that right Lily?” he moves deftly across to where my wife is sitting, opposite George. He holds the back of her head lightly with one hand and kisses her on each of her cheeks. He lets his hand linger a second or two before releasing her head.
My stomach lurches.
“I trust Lily told you she’s enjoying what she does for me?” Richmond pulls his chair up close to Lily’s.
“Yeah, she sure did.” George clears his throat.
“Excellent. Vaughn’s wife is a real asset to me,” he smiles at Lily.
The color might not show in her face because of the sunlight, but I know Lily is blushing
“Richmond says that about everyone who works for him,” Lily shakes her head and crosses her long legs towards her boss. She adjusts her sarong on her thighs.
“Would you like to put this on ice for us please Vaughn?” Richmond thrusts the bottle towards me without looking in my direction.
George darts me a look, his brow knitted at the center.
Why the hell did Richmond have to come here so fucking early? I hurry to the kitchen with the champagne. I need to get back out there as quickly as possible. I don’t want to leave the three of them alone together. Who knows what Richmond might say?
Lily calls after me asking me to bring a beer out for Richmond.
I don’t want him mixing with our friends.
By the time I get back out to them George is laughing at something Richmond is saying. I hand Richmond his beer and join them at the table.
“I need to be going really,” George squints at the time on his phone. “Mind if I use your bathroom before I set off Vaughn? I’ll come back and say adios before I leave”
“Does he have any idea?” Richmond smiles like a reptile once the three of us are alone.
“Of course not,” I whisper hurriedly.
“He was telling me one of your other friends knows Leroy, a senior manager of mine. I don’t think you’ve met him yet Lily.” Richmond leans across and rests his hand on my wife’s thigh.
“Richmond,” I whisper as loud as I dare, my eyes shooting to the back door.
“I think George might have something of a soft spot for you Lily,” one side of Richmond’s mouth curls into a smile at my wife.
My chest tightens.
“Oh, I don’t think so Richmond,” Lily laughs and inches the top of her sarong higher over her chest.
“I beg to differ my dear. It was very clear from the way he was looking at you.” His hand moves across Lily’s thigh, massaging it. “Not that anyone could blame George of course.” Richmond smiles at me.
“So tell me Lily; has George ever seen your breasts?”
“Of course not!” Lily laughs.
What kind of a question is that?
“Perhaps it’s time he did.” Richmond swigs from his bottle and then his hand moves further up my wife’s thigh.
I look frantically to the door of the house.
“Let’s give George something to remember today’s visit by.” Richmond looks from Lily to me and then back again.
I stare terrified across to the back door.
“Something to demonstrate your willingness to obey me Lily. I’m sure Vaughn will be making a gesture of his own at some point while I’m here.”
Vaughn, you have to put a stop to this.
“Richmond, he’s one of my oldest friends,” I say hopelessly.
“All the more reason,” Richmond smiles tightly and then he’s motioning for my wife to start stripping.
I think I might throw up.
“Take off that shawl and your bikini top. I want you topless when he gets back out here. I want him to see those lovely tits.”
“No Richmond!” I half yell, half whisper.
“Richmond, please,” Lily looks wide-eyed at him
“It’s up to the pair of you both of course,” he shrugs and leans back, “But I’m telling you – it’s what I want.” He stares from me to my wife, where his eyes then rest.
Lily looks at me and then the back door. Her top teeth play at a corner of her lips.
In disbelief I watch her hurriedly stand and pull off her sarong.
Richmond purrs at the sight of her curves in her bikini. The chastity belt pulls at my skin.
“Oh shit!” George freezes in his tracks just outside the back door. Lily has her bikini top in her hands. Her huge breasts are bare in front of the three of us. He stares at her, glances at me, his face coloring up.
“I better get going. Marion will be wondering where I am.” He coughs and lowers his eyes. He can’t look at me. He can’t seem to at look at any of us.
I offer to walk him around the pathway to his car. I want to try to explain. But I don’t know what to say. He says there’s ‘no need’ and that he’ll see us soon. He still can’t look at me.
“Let’s go inside.” Richmond rises to his feet once the three of us are alone again. He holds out a hand to my wife.
My head is spinning, frantically trying to work out what our friend might say to his wife about what he saw here.
Dazed, my eyes automatically follow the roll of my topless wife’s buttocks as she obediently accompanies Richmond into our home
What do I do now? Get up and go after them? Stay out here? This is supposed to be my home.
With my stomach somersaulting, I glance up to the neighbour’s window. There doesn’t seem to be anyone there now.
Oh Lily.
Something must snap me to, because now I’m moving, heading through our kitchen.
I only get as far as our hallway which is where the other two are. Lily’s bikini bottoms are around her ankles, almost hiding her silver anklet.
She stands there wonderfully, incredibly nude in front of this old man. Her hands are by her sides. She’d look like a slave in an auction room if she didn’t have that little smile on her mouth.
“So, so beautiful,” Richmond is murmuring and then his hands are on my wife’s breasts.
“Did you both have an enjoyable day in the garden?” he asks, as if nothing unusual is taking place between him and another man’s wife.
“Apart from one of our neighbours’ sons being a little creepy and spying while I was sunbathing,” Lily breasts undulate as Richmond fondles them.
“Who could blame him for that?” Richmond laughs before beginning to study Lily’s breasts more closely.
“My marks have all worn off you,” He examines the undersides of each of my wife’s weighty orbs. Her nipples rise like rapidly inflating rose thorns.
“I’m not sure I can wait a moment longer to have your wife Vaughn. What do you think?” He doesn’t look at me.
Somehow I’m down on my knees. She’s telling him she hasn’t showered but his hand is between her legs. He’s fingering my wife. Slicking and sliding around her pussy. The way she hasn’t let me for so long.
Lily is moaning thickly, eyes closed. I’m not even sure she’s aware I’m down here on the floor. Richmond’s head descends to Lily’s chest, slurping around her nipples. Her hands are at his belt.
The familiar sound of Richmond’s belt buckle and his pants slide down. Lily moans at the sight of his cock. It springs up like a cobra, elevated and vertical between him and her. Lily strokes it with her long fingernails, making him gasp out loud.
I’m digging the bite of the chastity belt away from my groin. My cock is going crazy, forcing itself hard against the shell and ring of my chastity belt as it throbs and tries to stiffen.
Lily squeals and he has one of her nipples in his teeth. His whole arm is vibrating as he digs his thick fingers into her vagina. His fingers making hurried, slippery noises up my wife.
Oh Lily.
His movement stops. Richmond withdraws his fingers from my wife’s pussy. He’s holding two fingers down at me.
“Remember that sweet essence Vaughn?” he smiles an
d his facial expression could be mistaken for kindness.
I suck his fingers. Crazed, like a famished mongrel dog, I feast my wife’s second-hand juices from this man.
Above my head is Richmond’s erection. Lily is behind him, her arm around his waist, gently stroking her man’s stiffness, readying him to mount her.
“Please let me out of this Richmond,” I try to beg from my knees, my mouth full of his fingers. “Please.”
“All in good time young man” he pulls his hand away and I’m tugging between my legs again, wildly attempting to ease the chastity belt away from my flesh.
“I need to fuck your wife first Vaughn” he says, sounding urgent now. He’s guiding Lily down to the floor.
“Face your husband” he orders her.
Her breasts swing heavily under her as she joins me on her knees in our hallway. He leans over her, pushing her head down to the floor so that she gasps.
Lily moves her head onto its side. Her cheek presses and contorts against the floor. Her ass is in the air. Richmond’s pressing her head down hard onto the carpet.
My breathing sounds like a dog after a run. God I wish I could jerk off. I could weep with frustration.
Richmond eases himself to his knees behind my wife. With a single wink at me and in one movement he grips both Lily’s bare hips and lunges up her.
She wails out loud as her body is entered. Mouth open, she seems to be holding her breath in front of me as her vagina absorbs the full length of Richmond’s mammoth erection.
“Oh Richmond,” she murmurs into the ground.
She wouldn’t let me near her last night. Even just to lick her.
“Mmmm, Vaughn her pussy is so tight around me,” his eyes bore into mine as his hips heave against my wife,
“Yes Richmond,” I know my mouth is hanging open. “Please take this off me Richmond, please,” I’m rubbing myself against the ground now, in time with the sounds of his balls slapping my wife’s inner thighs.
“Beg me for it Vaughn.”
“Please Richmond. I’ll do anything for you, anything you say.”
“I know you will Vaughn,” he pants and leans forward across my wife. A large hand slaps at her swinging breasts.
Lily squeals as he connects.
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