Breaking us Both 5: Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband Public Humiliation & Sharing

by Tinto Selvaggio

  I type the video url into my browser again. A confused sensation of arousal gnaws inside my chastity belt. The video is ‘password protected’ now but some people must have the password. Who? Who can access and enjoy watching my beautiful wife have sex with two other men? And what about those dossiers Richmond has of me and Lily? What if they got into the wrong hands? My insides shudder but I try to push away the thought. What if it’s too late now and all our friends already know what’s going on? For a moment I visualize people who once gazed enviously at me for having Lily at my side, now looking at me with pity in their eyes.

  Insanely my cock is throbbing. This whole situation is getting out of control.

  “Video?” Lily’s bare leg moves against mine in bed.

  Having finally summoned the courage to bring up the subject up with my wife; I’m holding my breath.

  “What video?” Her leg moves slowly against me, sending shockwaves of arousal through my starved nerve endings.

  “On some kind of amateur site,” I leave out the word ‘porn’ but the rest of the sentence is sticky in my mouth.

  She’s put down her kindle and is staring wide-eyed at me.

  “You with Richmond,” I say slowly,

  “With?” her voice sounds uncertain.

  “Richmond and Anthony. George showed it me Lily. But he’s promised not to share it with anyone else.”

  “George?” her hand is over her face.

  “Seems it came from one of the guys who works with you,” I watch the swell and contraction of her large cleavage in her cream silk night dress as her breathing quickens. I shouldn’t even be able to think about sex at a time like this. But it’s been so long.

  “Richmond promised all our videos were for our eyes only,” Lily looks away, like she’s deep in thought.

  ‘All’ our videos?”

  I think her eyes are filling up.

  “I didn’t want you to have to go to that conference without knowing what some colleagues there might have seen.”

  Her eyes have filled up.

  “Leroy. Ha!” Lily laughs, but there’s no humour in her voice, “I could get him fired,” her face has hardened, but it’s colored up too.

  “Richmond said he’d sort things out and he’s made sure the video’s password protected now. But he had the cheek to suggest you might want to talk to George yourself. To persuade him not to tell anyone else about what he’d seen,” my own face is burning but I’m keen to twist the knife into Richmond for putting us in this position. “I think we know what he means by ‘persuade’ Lily.”

  “Richmond said that?” here eyes brim over with tears and they trickle slowly down her cheeks.

  “Don’t cry babe. Like I said, George promised me he wouldn’t say anything. Marion doesn’t even know. George actually thought I was one of the people in the video with you. You couldn’t see Richmond or Anthony’s face. “

  “Just mine I suppose,” Lily turns away from me onto her side.

  “I’m sure Richmond was only joking about you talking to George,” my eyes rest on the swollen mound of her hips under the covers. I tell myself I’m trying to stop her being upset, but I can’t believe I’m now actually defending what Richmond suggested.

  I hesitate for a moment before reaching across and allowing my hand to touch the bare flesh of her shoulder. My heart and desire swell as she turns into my arms.

  Oh Lily.

  “Hold me Vaughn,” she whispers, her eyes and face damp against my bare chest.

  I move down the bed a little and find her face with mine. I kiss away her salty tears.

  “Don’t cry Lily, it’ll all be OK.”

  “I don’t understand why Richmond would share the videos or suggest that about George. He said I mean the world to him,”

  He said that? ‘The world’?

  She’s so soft and warm in my arms but my blood is running cold. I’m trying to digest the phrase she just used. But my cock has a mind of its own. It surges against its confines, longing, yearning for her. I’m kissing her cheeks. Her eyes are closed. I kiss her mouth. She’s responding. Her mouth opening. So warm, so wet. She’s kissing me back.

  Her silk-sheathed breasts so comforting against me. God how I want her.

  “Oh Lily,” I’m sliding downwards in the bed, letting my chastity belt rub against the mattress and revelling in the friction. Please don’t stop me Lily. My face moves down across the silk on her belly. Trembling hands are on the hem of her night gown. Her thighs open. Oh God. I push my face into her shaven musk.

  Lily’s bare heels rest on my back. From somewhere above me comes a moan.

  “Oh Richmond,” she whispers.

  Chapter Four

  I’ve hardly eaten all day after what Lily said last night. I know on the one hand, I should probably be reassured that she was upset about everything. That she seemed shocked at the suggestion about her ‘persuading’ George. I guess at the very least it should make her realize that what goes on with Richmond has to be kept private and well away from the rest of our lives.

  But my stomach is queasy. Not only about whether George has actually said anything to anyone else about the video. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking back to what Lily told me about Richmond saying he ‘thought the world’ of her. Did he mean it, or was he just telling her what he thought she wanted to hear?

  Fuck, she even called out his name last night when I was going down on her.

  Maybe I should have seen this whole emotional element coming. I mean, how did I expect my wife to feel after everything she’s been through with another man? After all the attention a good-looking, hugely successful older male like Richmond has been lavishing on a woman of her age?

  But what if really wants to leave me for him?

  I shift in my seat at the kitchen table. I’m not proud of the fact that I kind of took advantage of her being upset last night. I get so desperate being locked up like this. Starved of any sort of physical contact. It’s not natural.

  I try to push all the negative thoughts out of my head as I stare at the screen of my lap-top. The day’s half gone and I’ve done next to nothing again about updating my website or trying to find a new client. I need to get on with that and then tonight when Lily comes back, talk to her again. I have to make sure that whatever happens with Richmond, it must never affect her and I or involve our friends again. And I’ll speak to George again myself the first chance I get.

  But even as I’m talking to myself, I start imagining George watching Lily with Richmond and Anthony on that video. I’m thinking about the yoke Richmond has on Lily and me. My balls are tightening, a submissive fever trying to infect me.

  The landline rings and abruptly interrupts.

  “Good afternoon Vaughn,” Richmond’s deep, chocolaty voice. “I’m not disturbing you am I?”

  “No, no it’s fine,” my face and ears burn at the sound of him.

  “Lily tells me you’ve lost your largest client,”

  “Well, we’ve kind of agreed to go our separate ways.” I lie, “I’d been with them a long while. I felt it was time for a change really,” Why did she have to tell him our business?

  “I’ve mentioned to Lily that if you find yourself struggling, I could probably find a position for you somewhere in my organisation. Although possibly not at the kind of level you’re used to Vaughn.”

  Working for Richmond? Me as well? No way.

  “Are you still there Vaughn?” his voice is strained.

  “Yes Richmond,”

  “Good. Lily is actually with me now in fact Vaughn,”

  Did he just groan? “Oh, right, OK,” I mumble, not sure how to react, but pushing my ear to the receiver to check what I’m hearing.

  “Would you like to know exactly what she’s doing here in my office with me Vaughn?” his voice thickens.

  Oh God.

  “She on her hands and knees under my desk,” he whispers. “Good job my door is locked and the blinds down don’t you think Va
ughn?”

  I wheeze in to the phone, unable to speak. My cock throbs against the walls of my chastity belt.

  “You’re sat there home alone, while I’m being sucked wonderfully by your sexy wife. How does that feel Vaughn?”

  “I don’t know Richmond,” I gasp and then fall silent so that I can listen to his breathing quicken. So that I can hear the effect my wife’s mouth is having on him.

  “Oh, she’s so good with her mouth Vaughn isn’t she? She could still teach you a thing or two. Can you remember how warm it feels inside her mouth? How good she is at sucking cock Vaughn?” His breathing is hard.

  “Yes Richmond, I think so,”

  “Do you think I should cum in her mouth Vaughn?” he pants

  I can’t get my breath.

  “Shall I cum in your wife’s mouth Vaughn?”

  “Yes Richmond,” I’m pulling frenziedly at my chastity belt

  Then he gasps into the phone, groaning, unloading. I push the earpiece tight against my ear, drinking in his euphoria as he orgasms.

  “That’s it Lily,” he mumbles, his voice more distant now, “take it all down inside.”

  By the time Lily’s car pulls up outside my head is all over the place. If only I could have relieved myself earlier then maybe I’d be able to think straight. I’ve been trying to work out how Richmond can have this effect on my wife. She was still upset with him when she left for work this morning and yet a few hours later – that. For some reason it’s reminded me of a pair of the popular guys from high school. The ones who could treat the hottest girls like shit and yet the girls would still run after them.

  “Sorry I didn’t get much done around the house today Lily,” I kiss her cheek as soon as she’s through the door. Almost instantly I hate myself for sounding so weak. How must my wife feel about me when she hears me say that, or when her lover offers to find me a job out of what is probably mere pity?

  Lily smiles and I look at her mouth. Lips that only hours ago were worshipping Richmond’s erection. My stomach quivers but I’m searching her eyes for clues to her feelings for me.

  “Don’t worry about the house Vaughn. I know you must have been busy trying to find new clients.” She kisses my forehead. She can be so distant with me these days that her mood tonight warms my heart.

  I watch her slip off her heels and then I take in the curves of her ass in her navy pencil skirt as she hangs up the jacket of her business suit.

  “I talked to Richmond today about the video and about George,” she has both arms around the back of my neck.

  You did a little more than ‘talk’ to Richmond Lily. I want to say, but her body is up against mine and she has a look in her eye. It’s been so long.

  “He said it was just a misunderstanding,” she‘s smiling at me, her breasts soft and warm against my chest.

  ‘Misunderstanding’?

  “We need to be careful Lily. Maybe cut back on things with Richmond” I mumble, my face reddening, cock pushing hard against the inside of my chastity belt.

  “Vaughn you worry too much. Richmond will sort it out. He always does.” Her breath is warm over my face and I inhale the fading trace of juniper from her perfume.

  “In any case,” she says, her hand is on the front of my pants. She’s touching me there! “I thought we could have a little fun tonight,” her fingers trace the outline of my balls.

  “Would you like that Vaughn?” her lips touch mine like butterfly wings. My cock strains wildly in its cage.

  “Oh yes, God yes Lily. Have you got the key from him?”

  “Come on then.” She ignores my question, but she’s leading me by the hand into the hall and towards the staircase.

  My eyes stare at the movement of her buttocks as she climbs the stairs ahead of me. Her slender wrist connecting our hands, her wedding and engagement bands hard around the softness of our flesh. Oh God, It’s been so long. I want you so much.

  In our bedroom I’m scared I could cum simply from the sight of her taking off her blouse and then unzipping her pencil skirt.

  She eases the skirt over the curves of her ass and hips and lets it fall to the floor. I stare at her long, bare legs. Knees she was on in Richmond’s office earlier today. I tear my jeans open.

  “Get the key Lily,” I grip the shell of my chastity belt in a fist. I want to make this good for her. Good so that she doesn’t always compare me badly with Richmond.

  “Mmmm” she licks her lips ostentatiously as she gazes between my legs.

  I’m blushing. Even though it’s well hidden by its casing, my cock must look so much smaller than what she’s become used to.

  She’s on the bed now, on her back in only her underwear. She’s raising her bottom to peel down her white lace panties. Oh hell.

  I’m on my knees at the foot of the bed. Gently I help ease her panties over the creamy flesh of her delicate little feet. I grip the discarded fabric in one hand and take one of her bare feet in my other hand. I lower my head kissing the top of her foot. Her anklet slides down and touches my lips.

  My wife, Richmond’s slut. I kiss her toes and her crimson-painted nails. She’s taking off her bra.

  “Put my panties on Vaughn,” She’s cupping one of her own breasts.

  What did she say?

  “Put them on and come on to the bed,” she murmurs.

  Lily withdraws her foot from my hand and inches her backside further up the bed. I stare up between her legs at the shaven sanctuary that I no longer really know.

  “Have you got the key Lily?” I tear my shirt off and manoeuvre my feet into her tiny panties."What if I rip them putting them on” I stop, with the slightly stained fabric halfway up my thighs.

  “I don’t care;” Lily’s eyes are wide, “Richmond will buy me some more.” She has a hand between her own legs. Whatever happened to the shy young girl I married? What has this old man turned the woman I love into?

  I work Lily’s delicate little panties as far up over my ass as they’ll go. The material is stretched tightly, cutting in to my bare flesh. I try to position what material there is at the front over my chastity belt and balls.

  Lily has a hand over her mouth as she watches me.

  “Turn around and let me see,” her eyes are kind of hooded as her fingers move slowly between her own legs.

  I obey, but then I’m on the bed. Kissing her, holding her. Her body so yielding and warm beneath me.

  “Oh Lily, Lily, I want you so much”.

  “I haven’t got the key Vaughn,” she whispers, her fingers grazing my aching balls. Precum is seeping from me. I pull her hand from between her legs and push my incarcerated groin onto her. Thrusting my hips as if able to fuck her. I want to cry out in anguish and frustration.

  “Don’t torture yourself Vaughn,” she kisses my face. Her hand is around my ass, feeling around the back of my panties, pulling the fabric high up between my cheeks.

  “Richmond’s sissy,” she murmurs.

  What did she call me?

  She’s moving her hips now, gyrating herself against me. Pretending to let me fuck her. Oh Lily, Lily.

  “Careful with that padlock,” she laughs, tugging the back of my panties like they’re horse reins.

  I’m rubbing myself hard against her, like Richmond does when he fucks her. I’m imaging I’m Richmond taking his whore. I’m struggling, desperate to feel her heat and wetness on my imprisoned, numbed shaft.

  “I think Richmond was right,” she whispers softly into my ear, “Maybe I should go and see George. Make sure he doesn’t tell anyone else about the video.”

  Chapter Five

  I throw my lap-top case into the trunk of my car and loosen my tie a little more. George’s phone number was ringing out every time I tried it on the train journey back tonight. Even though it was hot seeing Lily so turned on when she got home yesterday, I still can’t help being worried.

  I sit at a red traffic light indicating left out of the train station and drumming my fingers on the steer
ing wheel. I need to put an end to this crap about Lily trying to ‘persuade’ George to keep quiet about the video. It makes me nervous. George told me himself he’d keep quiet about what he saw. But I want to speak to him again about it. Make doubly sure. Then I can tell Lily and hopefully stop Richmond scheming about it.

  I’m later than I’d normally be back from a meeting with a potential client, but it’s still only 9:30. George and Marion’s house isn’t too much of a diversion on the way home. My stomach is uneasy at the prospect, but I’m going to call round there.

  I swing the car away from the traffic lights. Worries are nagging at me like aching teeth. Would Lily seriously even think about putting-out to George? What other videos has Richmond posted? Who else has access to them even if they are ‘password protected’? But then a mental image is slipping in to my head of Lily in that torturous video. Crying with pleasure on all fours, tits swinging as Richmond pounded her from behind, Anthony cumming all over her lovely face.

  Beneath the steering wheel my cock tries to stiffen in my chastity belt. What the hell must George have thought when he watched that video? Did he really believe I was one of the guys in it with Lily? What if he could make out their voices and he could tell I wasn’t even there? My cock begins to retreat as I consider the question.

  “George isn’t home,” Marion’s face is set hard when I call and I suspect she may have had an argument with her husband. I slide my eyes over to his pickup truck on the drive.

  “One of the guys called and they went into town for a drink.” She nods at his truck.

  “I’ve tried ringing his phone but he’s not picking up,” I say, at a loss for what to do now.

  Marion fixes me with a stare and then stepping back, opens the door wide and invites me in.

  “I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you and Lily but I’ve got to say Vaughn, I’m amazed you had the cheek to call around here after what’s happened.”