My stomach turns over and if I didn’t know better I’d swear I was coming down with a fever. Who are these people: ‘Anthony and Claire’? What do we even know about them?
‘You didn’t think you were the only person I communicated with online about the S&M and cuckold lifestyle did you?’ Richmond had laughed when I asked him about this ‘other couple’ after he’d mentioned them to Lily.
Richmond slows right down at the gates of a large detached house. He pauses and the electronics activate, sliding the steel gates aside. The Bentley engine hums and the car proceeds down a long driveway flanked by lawns and thick, mature trees. Lily’s hand slides across to mine.
“Don’t worry,” says Richmond, “You’ll like them, they’re nice people. They’ll help you all they can.”
The couple are waiting at the end of the driveway near the front door of the house before our car pulls to a halt. A short, red-haired guy in a polo shirt and chinos. He has a goatee and he’s smiling. Somehow his looks come as a relief. He’s maybe in his 40’s. He doesn’t look like the kind of person I would expect Richmond to associate with or to live in a place like this.
Claire, (I assume that’s who the woman with long purple hair is); somehow does look suited to a property like this. She’s standing very upright at the side of the man who must be Anthony. She’s slim; looks younger and is taller than him. A large 7 series BMW and some kind of dark sports car are parked on the other side of the drive from the house.
“Let me introduce the two of you,” Richmond clicks open his seatbelt. My stomach churns again as we leave the car.
On the driveway I squeeze Lily’s clammy hand and she smiles through tight lips.
“Anthony, Claire, this is Lily and her husband Vaughn,” Richmond sweeps an arm at us as if opening a curtain to reveal us.
Anthony steps forward, almost bowing his head as he shakes my hand. His skin is smooth and fleshy. When he takes Lily’s hand in his there are no furtive glances at her legs or over the shape of her breasts. His eyes remain on her face, his smile warm.
Claire seems less welcoming. She’s attractive, but has a small mouth with tight, mean-looking lips. I don’t know whether it’s my imagination but she seems to look down her nose at Lily when she’s introduced to her.
Is Richmond fucking this woman Claire too? Anthony looks like he could be her cuck. My mind is drifting, maybe trying to blot out the reality around me. I’m wondering whether, to people who don’t know me, I too look like the ‘cuckolded’ type.
I follow Lily up the steps and through what turns out to be the back door of their spacious house. The hallway into the kitchen is almost as big as our living room at home.
Anthony invites us all to have a seat in the kitchen and makes tea or coffee for everyone. I’m trying to calm my breathing. I’m not taking-in the small talk as they discuss some recent renovations on the building.
“So how are you two getting along with this old duffer here?” Anthony grins eventually. His wife sits impassively on a chrome stool sipping her white tea.
Lily laughs politely and we‘re both nodding, the whole conversation whirls inside my head. I’m sweating. The woman, Claire speaks. I think it’s an eastern European accent? Then we’re on the move, Anthony leading the way to show us the ‘room’ that’s apparently been recently ‘kitted out’.”
Down stone steps. The women’s heels echoing out of synch with each others. Something about a ‘cellar’ and ‘no need to be afraid’. But I am afraid now. It’s cold. What the fuck is this? Richmond is behind me and I feel his hand on my shoulder. Lightly, reassuringly. I want to panic but I can’t even do that.
A door at the bottom. An ordinary door like one inside a house – not a cellar or a God forbid – a dungeon door. Anthony opens it and clicks on the light. Dimly lit room with stone walls. Movement on one side of the room. A chubby woman standing, nude. Her arms are raised and spread. Chained to a beam on the ceiling. My mouth gapes. Lily’s eyes are wide.
“Don’t be alarmed folks,” Anthony is smiling. He approaches the female. A noise from another corner of the room. A dog cage. Someone naked inside it. A very pale, thin man. Black blindfold and gag. Holy shit .
“These two are very much here out of choice isn’t that right slut?” A stubby arm moves towards the shackled female and traces down the flesh under one of her raised arms. She shivers and nods her head repeatedly.
“This is what I wanted you to see,” Richmond calmly explains, like he’s salesperson presenting a product of which he’s particularly proud. “Anthony and Claire are further forward with their cuckold couple than I am with you two at this point. But this is where I would want us to progress to eventually.”
A sharp sound. Our heads turn. The chained woman cries out. Claire standing close to her, smiling for the first time. She lowers a riding crop.
“It’s a real pity my wife is so vanilla in her tastes and wouldn’t be as enthusiastic as Claire for what we have Lily -but hey ho. One can’t have everything I guess.”
Lily shifts from one heel to another on the stone flooring.
“Anthony and Claire have kindly offered us the use of these facilities once we all feel you’re at a suitable stage” Richmond’s eyes move slowly from Lily to me, as if he’s studying our reactions.
‘All’? Who’s ‘all’?
My eyes slide over to the woman suspended in front of us. Her chin is on her chest now, red welts across her bare hips and I bet on her ass too if I could see it. There’s no hair between her legs. Are those some sort of silver bars piercing her nipples? Her tits look sore.
Anthony widens his eyes at Richmond and it seems like a signal.
“Vaughn, Lily, I need you to trust me now.” Richmond says, suddenly serious. “I want you to understand the nature of exactly where we need to take this relationship.” He pauses and looks at us. Lily is holding her own hand in front of herself.
“Have I let you down so far?” he looks to my wife. She seems to hesitate a moment and then slowly shakes her head. His eyebrows rise at me and I copy Lily, shaking my head too.
“I want to expand your thinking by having you experience a small sample of this more advanced relationship.” He gestures from the hanging woman across to the kneeling man in the cage.
“Vaughn, I’d like you to join the other cuckold in his: what would we call it Anthony – a lair?”
“Caitch” Claire says.
“Yeah, his cage” nods Anthony.
Lily shoots me a look.
“Don’t worry. Lily isn’t going to be suspended anywhere and I’m not going to try to gag or blindfold you Vaughn. I’m not even going to ask you to take off your clothes like him.” He laughs and jabs his thumb towards the cage.
I stare from one person to the other and back again, my mouth probably hanging. That fucking thing doesn’t look big enough for two people – even if I was prepared to leave Lily alone with this lot.
“Vaughn we’ve spoken about this before haven’t we? You really must begin to trust me the way your wife does.” Richmond sighs. “You trust me don’t you lily?” he strokes the underside of her chin and she moves one foot in front of the other, her shapely bare legs crossing under her tiny denim skirt
“Yes,” her voice squeaks.
“There.” Richmond smiles at me. “Don’t just accept these feelings of doubt you have Vaughn. Like I’ve told you many times: challenge them.” His hand is on my shoulder.
Claire sighs and folds her arms.
“Surrender to your innate need to submit Vaughn. Lily will be fine – wont you Lilian.” I exchange glances with my wife. She gives me an almost imperceptible nod.
“You sure?”
She nods again.
“Come,” Claire’s heels click across the stone flooring towards the steel pen. The man inside it backs away into the far corner as we approach. Claire leans in, unlocking a large copper padlock. I notice the pert shape of her small ass in her black leggings for the first time. She
gestures sharply to the inside of the cage with a hand so thin you can make out the bone structure.
With a grunt, and trying not to look as embarrassed as I feel, I crouch down and clamber into the glorified dog crate. The other man in the far corner sitting on his bare ass hugging his knees. He’s so pale. I cover my nose and mouth. It smells in here. Sweat and sex.
The padlock crunches as Claire secures me in this terrible place. I move my focus out and across the room.
“I want you to do something for me now Lily. I want you to put your trust in Anthony as well. For a short while at least. I’d like you to do what he tells you to,” Richmond nods seriously at my wife.
Lily is biting her bottom lip. God she looks so hot in that low cut top and that little skirt. Too young and gorgeous to be in a place like this with those old weirdoes. Weirdoes and a husband prepared to submit the both of us to something like this.
“Come right under the light,” Anthony is guiding Lily by the hand directly under the bare bulb hanging a few feet away from the suspended woman.
“She’s really very beautiful Richmond. May I?” Richmond nods and Anthony extends a hand to Lily’s face. “Lovely soft flesh,” he murmurs. “I’d love to see what she’s got.” He looks to Richmond. A smile extends over Richmond’s face and then he nods firmly once.
“No need to be alarmed Lilian,” Anthony shuffles around my wife, his tongue flickering at the corner of his mouth, “I’m just going to take off your top and your skirt OK?” his voice has thickened.
Oh fuck.
Lily glances at Richmond. He silently mouths something at her.
Mesmerized, I watch my wife raise her arms above her head and then this podgy old guy pulls her t-shirt up her arms and off her.
She might be cold.
“My oh my,” Anthony purrs, “Now your skirt,” and he’s right up against her behind, his tongue sticking out as he unzips the denim and works the skirt down over her ass.
She stands in her sheer white underwear in front of the room.
“Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.” Anthony stares at my wife. Richmond is smiling, like a football manager watching his side lift a trophy.
“Make hur jump,” Claire’s heels click towards my wife, her arms folded across her small chest. “Make the beetch jump”
Jump? What the fuck?
The guy in the cage with me stirs, he moves a leg. Huge limp cock. It looks red raw.
“OK, OK calm yourself,” Anthony laughs at Claire, waving away her repeated demands with a fat hand.
“Indulge me for a moment would you Richmond. Claire has this thing where she likes to see their titties bounce.” He shrugs his shoulders. Richmond nods repeatedly and gestures towards Lily.
“I need you to jump up and down on the spot for me Lily.” Anthony explains, almost apologetically “It’s been a long while since we had a girl with natural titties as big as yours in here.” He makes a swiping up and down motion with his hand. “You might want to take off your shoes to make it easier”
Lily’s brow is pinched, her face glowing red. But she slips out of her shoes and now stands the same height as Anthony. Her hands are clasped over one another at the front of her panties.
“Jump!” Claire yells at her.
“Hey!” I hear myself shouting.
“Better tell him you’re OK Lily,” Richmond points over at me. I’m kneeling up now, my sticky hands gripping the bars of the cage. The blindfolded man moves a leg down and a thick cock shifts around on top of his balls.
“It’s OK Vaughn,” Lily’s voice is thin and so high pitched.
“Just a minute,” Anthony leans forward towards my wife and pulls down her bras cups, exposing her tits and pushing them upwards out of her bra. Her nipples have hardened.
“Richmond was here?” Anthony laughs and points to the bruises decorating Lily’s large breasts. Still looking at Richmond, he leans around my wife, unclips her bra and lets it drop to the floor.
“Ok, you can jump around now,” he nods at Lily and stands back to watch her. “Try to make them really bounce,”
She looks at Richmond, her brow knitted at the centre. She begins moving slowly from foot to foot on her heels.
“Do it high! Fast!” Claire jabs a finger at my wife. The suspended woman has lifted her head and she too is watching Lily.
“Lift your knees up for us darlin’,” Anthony smiles at my wife.
Lily begins to jog on the spot, her large breasts swinging outward away from each other before slapping back in to themselves.
What the..? I’m hallucinating, I have to be.
“Come on; you can do better than that for us young ‘un!” Anthony grabs at her breasts and pinches one of her nipples. Lily winces as she jogs.
“Can you believe what you’re seeing Vaughn,” Richmond calls across the room, “Just how far your lovely wife is prepared to debase herself in front of everyone on my say-so? You could learn a thing or two from her.”
I stare at Lily, my stomach cramping and my head feeling like it’s about to detonate. Her face is almost maroon, her eyes fixed dead ahead. Her tits leap violently upwards slapping sharply against one another, sounding like an ass being rapidly spanked by a bare hand. Like hers did over Richmond’s knee in our kitchen.
Her hair jumps around crazily behind her neck and her knees look almost out of control in front of her.
“Hurry, do it fast, high!” Claire yells.
“OK Lily that’s enough.” Anthony shakes his head.
Lily stops abruptly, panting, hands on her hips, her breasts swelling and falling heavily.
“I enjoyed that Richmond.” Anthony squeezes one of Richmond’s shoulders, “Quite a sight. This girl really is something else. Now may I?” Anthony is feeling his own groin through his pants.
Richmond is shaking his head. But he’s laughing too.
“Kneel for me Lilian,” Anthony’s fingers are on his flies. “Let’s see how good your head is girl”.
Lily’s eyes dart to Richmond and stare wildly at him. He puts an index finger over his lips and nods to the ground.
I’m past even trying to stop things now. I’m rubbing my chastity belt against the bars of the cage. My cock aching inside its tough shell.
It’s Claire who gets Lily to her knees. More roughly than is needed and now I cry out. This time I’m laughed at.
Claire stands behind my kneeling wife, gripping her head in place with both her knees and her hands. Anthony’s trousers lie crumpled around his ankles
Oh God Lily.
“Is she sucking Master Anthony?” Jesus! hot breath in my face. The guy in here with me is playing with himself. I scramble across the cage away from him.
“Ooooh,” a throaty male moan from across the room. Lily on her knees, her forehead level with Anthony’s pot belly and the dark red down covering it.
It’s in her mouth.
Lily’s ass rests above the back of her bare heels, her exposed tits rocking gently up and down, her head bobbing. Her mouth is speared by Anthony’s semi-erection.
Claire rolls her eyes and reaches across Lily’s head to Anthony’s chest. She squeezes one of his nipples.
“Sorry Rich, it was a long night with these other two in here last night,” Anthony shakes his head but seems to have stiffened fully now.
I watch transfixed as my wife’s ass rises up, down onto her heels, then back up again in time with each bounce of her tits and pull of his cock,
“Fat teets, slap those fat teets,” Claire leans down over Lily’s shoulder and gives a hard slap of her palm to each of Lily’s breasts. Lily squeals incomprehensively around her full mouth.
My eyes move to Richmond. He’s standing, legs astride, arms folded across his chest and a tight smile across his lips.
The naked man with me grunts and splatters himself with cum. I recoil against the side of the cage.
Across the room Anthony is ramming his hips at my wife’s face.
“Make hur choke An
t, choke hur!” Claire is leaning forward again, slapping down at Lily’s reddened breasts.
Anthony increases his pace. Fuck me, he’s trying to make her gag. Lily coughs, splutters, Claire laughs.
Anthony cries out and his thick hands twist tightly through my wife’s hair. He’s cumming. He gives her a single sharp thrust. Another and then freezes with his eyes rolling. Lily pulls away, his thick cock seeping cum over the edge of her chin. It oozes down the outside of her throat and over her tits. She’s coughing.
“And this is where her husband shows his gratitude,” Richmond’s hands are at his belt once Claire has allowed me from the cage.
He doesn’t need to spell it out. In front of them all I sink to my knees at his feet.
“What do we say?” Richmond looks down at me eyebrows raised and a crooked smile on his face.
“Please can I suck your cock Richmond?” Was that really my voice?
“See Ant he sucks too. I told you we get that one to do same to you,” Claire is saying and I think, pointing to the guy in the cage.
This time it’s easy. Whether it’s the arousal and denial for so long, or what this man and his friends have put us though I don’t know. I don’t care. My own lust and sheer desperation to suck and pay homage to Richmond; my wife’s Master, are all that matter at this moment.
He feeds his brutish cock to me and I gratefully, humbly accept with both hands. Deeply I inhale his musk and feel the throbbing veins of his stiff manhood invade and tightly clog my mouth. I throw my head at him, repeatedly and recklessly bowing my compliance and recognition of his ownership of us both.
I inhale and exhale wildly through my nose. His balls slap the underside of my chin until there’s a roar of approval around the room. Richmond’s throbbing cock bloats and then bursts in my mouth. I grip his strong thighs, fighting my gag reflex against his hot discharge as it spews thick down my throat.
Epilogue
Richmond was right about more than one thing. Fully submitting to the control of a third person in your marriage isn’t easy. It requires serious thought about the implications and I didn’t plan it in sufficient detail to understand that until Richmond explained it to me.
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