Lily and I are seated on one of a number of round tables along with three other couples. A lady next to me tells me she’s married to the guy opposite us. ‘Kim’ (yes really), who’s sitting next to Lily and who has what his wife laughingly calls a ‘prize-fighter build’. I glance across to my wife who’s laughing at something the heavily overweight guy is saying while dabbing sweat from his forehead with a napkin.
After we finish the three courses, Richmond in his white dinner jacket, rises from his seat on the ‘top table’ next to his athletic-looking wife and bangs the table with a spoon. As he starts and then presides over a succession of various tedious ‘achievement awards’, I study the woman he married.
Despite what Lily said about her ‘looking well into her 40’s’, Trudy is attractive. Not in Lily’s league, but I guess she must have been a head turner when she was younger. To older guys than me she might well still be hot. Shoulder length, straight blonde hair that looks beautifully (and expensively) cut. An off the shoulder silver, sequined gown revealing what looks like a deep permatan that contrasts starkly with teeth whitened to a brilliant dazzle. She looks like she’s had a boob job. But she looks fit, like she runs maybe. It seems so strange staring at this woman now, she’s a stranger to me and yet her husband and my wife are so intimate.
One departmental award, speech of thanks, laughter and applause merges in to the next until at last, mercifully, they’re finished. I take the opportunity to get away and head for the bathroom.
“Ah Vaughn are you enjoying the evening?” Richmond grins down at me as he and someone else arrive at urinals either side of me. Both men are head and shoulders taller than me. “Leroy,” Richmond says across me to the black guy on my left. “This is who I was telling you about. Vaughn, Lily’s husband.”
Leroy. Shit, Leroy, the guy who supposedly shared Lily’s video.
“I figured it was you,” The black guy is smirking down at me.
I can’t pee. I need to, but I can’t pee.
“I’ve got to say, you’re one real lucky hombre Viv,” Leroy says
“It’s Vaughn actually,” what the fuck is a ‘hombre’?
“Yeah, yeah right yeah of course Vaughn.” he chuckles and Richmond laughs on my other side. “Well you’re still a lucky dude.”
I keep my eyes dead ahead as Richmond pisses copiously onto the ceramic. Leroy grunts, then farts and begins moving his hips from side to side hosing the urinal.
“Don’t you think she’s a mighty fine woman Richmond?” Leroy leans forward and exchanges a knowing look over the top of my head with Richmond. I don’t need to lower my eyes to be able to recognize the outline of a huge black cock being moved against the background of the white ceramic.
“She most certainly is,” says Richmond, “Lilian is a real asset the business.”
“Smart too Viv from what I’ve heard,” Leroy looks down at his own cock.
This time I don’t bother to correct him about my name.
“She hot under the covers Viv?”
“Come on Leroy,” Richmond tuts, “there’s no need for that. You’ll have to forgive him Vaughn. Sometimes I wonder whether his brains are actually in that cock of his.”
Richmond laughs, shakes his own fat shaft and zips himself up.
“No offence man,” Leroy shrugs.
“None taken” I lie, still straining to empty my bladder.
“Anyhow Vaughn, I was wondering whether you’d like to join me and some of the other boys tomorrow evening.” Richmond is at the mirror, running one of the gold taps into an ornate basin and washing his hands.
“You should come man,” Leroy says, preening himself next to Richmond now.
With them both across the room I finally relieve myself.
“I always use the second night of conference to take a handful of my top performers on what we call a ‘boys only night out’.” Richmond says, “Perhaps surprisingly Leroy falls in to that category,” Richmond slaps his companion’s back. “Think about it Vaughn. It’d do you good and you could get to know everyone better.”
“Lap dancing bar and man, are those girls hot?” Leroy laughs as they both head for the door.
Shit, I don’t want to spend any more time than I have to with people who probably know what’s going with Richmond and my wife. I want to have some time alone with Lily tomorrow night.
Chapter Nine
“But I don’t want to go with them Lily, I want to stay here with you. I thought it would be good to spend some time here by ourselves,” I lean forward from sitting on the edge of our double bed in the villa.
“We’ll be by ourselves when we get back home Vaughn. Why do you have to be such a wimp all the time?” Lily’s face tightens in the mirror of her dressing table. She puckers her lips and a steady hand paints a thin, dark line around the edges of her scarlet lipstick.
“The man who owns the company I work for has invited you on a special night out with some of the businesses’ top performers. Can’t you appreciate the networking opportunity? Why don’t you just go and enjoy yourself?” She straightens her almost bare back, adjusting her red lace bra strap over flesh which is still glowing from the sun.
My chastity belt tightens uncomfortably as I look at her.
“There’ll be on their way here to pick you up by now in any case,” Lily’s arms rise up behind her head and she plays with her hair. Her bosom swells in the mirror, inflaming me.
“But I hardly know any of the other people going,” I shrug my shoulders, opening my palms up to her reflection, “and I don’t need to network with them. I’ve got no interest in working for Richmond.” I hesitate before continuing, “I don’t want to spend any time around that Leroy guy and I wanted you and I to have a talk.”
“Oh please Vaughn, not another talk. Maybe it would’ve been better if you’d stayed at home while I came out here by myself.” She rises in her tiny underwear, her wonderful curves impaling me on my frustration. Despite the way this conversation is going I want to rush to her and grab at her. But something in her face forbids it.
“But what would you be doing if I did go out with them?”
“Having a nice glass of wine by the pool and looking up watching the shooting stars probably. I’ve been working while we’ve been out here don’t forget.” She says, zipping herself into a loose-fitting, patterned summer dress. “I haven’t been lazing around like you. I just want to relax tonight Vaughn,” she frowns at herself in the mirror.
“We can both relax together Lily. I’m not going with them.” I try to make my voice sound firm. If I can get round her tonight when we talk, maybe I can persuade her to ask Richmond for the key and let me out of my chastity belt. If this goes on much longer I’ll have forgotten what it’s like to have sex.
Outside, headlights swing on to the driveway.
“Looks like they’re here,” Lily mutters, continuing to preen her hair in the mirror.
The doorbell rings.
I’m just going to tell him I’m not going. But my stomach is bubbling with nerves at the prospect.
“Vaughn you’re not ready,” Richmond towers above me in an open-neck shirt. His face twists as he studies my shorts and t-shirt. “You knew what time we were coming for you.” He thumbs behind himself towards the limo on curved driveway. I can make out some of the others inside the car.
“I’m sorry, I should have texted you to tell you not to bother coming here. I’m going to stay with Lily.”
He’s staring at me.
Without a word he pushes past me. Why shouldn’t he? He’s the one whose business is paying for us to stay here.
“She in the bedroom?” he asks over his shoulder.
“Yes Richmond,” I say as Lily emerges into the hallway.
“Put this in the chiller Vaughn,” Richmond thrusts a bottle of Krug champagne towards me.
When I return to the hallway he has my wife in his arms.
“Don’t you look a picture young lady?” he’s asks without acknowl
edging my return. “But what’s this about your husband wanting to stay here with you?” He moves a lock of her hair behind one of her ears, as if I’m not even present.
“I told him he should go,” she shrugs, still in his embrace.
“Well, if he really wants to turn down the opportunity to get to know some of the guys a little better and to sample some of the local talent, I suppose that’s his loss.” Richmond looks over his shoulder at me.
“Hey! You keep your hands off any ‘local talent’!” Lily laughs and theatrically pretends to wriggle free of him. He pulls her abruptly back into his arms.
My face is coloring up.
“You can at least put him to work before I get back for a champagne nightcap later Lily.” Richmond chuckles.
Put me to work?
“You could have him nicely sissified by the time I return.” Richmond says firmly, “You’ve got a few hours, why don’t you show him how to do his make-up and his hair? Get him looking like the she-male he is?” Richmond speaks seriously, like an instructor giving important guidelines to a student, “We can have some fun when I get back,” he smiles and kisses my wife.
I should laugh with them, but tell them there’s ‘No Way I’m doing any of that shit.’’ But of course I can’t. My stomach is somersaulting with anticipation and my whole groin pulsating.
“I only wish I could stay the night but Mrs C would get more than a little suspicious.” He pats my wife’s bottom and then heads for the door.
I watch Lily waving him off, the cheeks of her lovely round backside that Richmond freely feels up in front of me. My whole being yearns for release. And yet at the same time I long to suffer for them both. My wife and her lover. Our master.
Later, Lily sits right in front of me at the dressing table with her little tongue poking out of one corner of her mouth. She’s aiming an eyebrow pencil aimed at my face. A battle is raging inside me. The depraved, submissive craving to serve her and her lover grappling with my ‘certainty’ that this is so wrong. That what any sane husband would do is to put an end to this madness once and for all.
I inhale the unfamiliar citrus perfume drifting up from my wife’s throat and I shudder with desire. Some new fragrance Richmond bought her. She’s telling me to ‘sit still’ while she paints my face. Calmly assuring me ‘what a surprise’ Richmond will get when sees ‘just how girlie’ I can look.
Why can’t I simply seize back my self-respect, my manhood and my wife? Why can’t I force her to forsake the love she claims to feel for this other man? Oh God help me. Even with the terrifying risks casting their monstrous shadows I know my place is at the feet of Richmond and my wife. Tormented for their pleasure. I hunger for this humbling, for this shaming as much as my wife deserves it from me. I thirst for the injustice and exploitation as much as Richmond delights in inflicting it on me.
By the time Richmond has texted to tell Lily he’s on his way back here I’m staring into the bedroom mirror at someone I hardly recognize. My whole body is shaking. My reflection and I study one another in a black, semi-sheer chiffon night dresses with bright pink hems. Underneath are tiny black g-strings. Lily’s lingerie is tight and constricting against my body. My eye-make and lipstick are heavy, slutty-looking. My hair, although still quite short, is sprayed wild and kind of backcombed. The creature in front of me looks ridiculous. Like the man in drag that I am.
“I can’t let him see me like this Lily..”. I half turn and the nightdress is so short that the bottom half my ass cheeks are on show below the hem.
“Of course you can Vaughn. It’s nothing Richmond hasn’t seen before is it?” Changed into one of the short skirts and tight t-shirts Richmond likes her so much in, my wife waves away my protests and re-applies her own lip gloss.
I might try to argue but my mind is still distracted, trying to understand the answer Lily gave to the same question I’ve asked her all night.
‘If Richmond wasn’t with Trudy and he asked you to go; would you leave me to be with him?’
Every time I’ve asked and hoped to hear her say she’ll ‘never leave me’, she gives me the same response: ‘But he is with Trudy isn’t he?’
And then she’ll sigh and tell me to ‘Stop going on about it’ all the time’ and about how I’ll push her away from me if I don’t stop.
Something catches my eye at the window. Car headlights outside. Doors slam. He’s here.
Voices. Male voices.
More than one voice?
Chapter Ten
“Holy shit Lily; he wouldn’t bring someone else back here would he?” I pull my forearms tightly up over the lingerie on my chest. If I felt ridiculous before, I’m on the verge of a full-blown panic attack now.
“He didn’t mention anything when he texted,” Lily’s brow furrows before she surveys the profile of her ass again in the mirror.
Laughter outside. A sun lounger or chair is scraped across the tiles.
Oh shit; no. Frantically I’m searching for my shorts and a t-shirt.
“Hello hello..” Richmond’s voice in the villa.
“He’s got his own key,” Lily shrugs and I turn from the wardrobe to stare at her in horror.
“Very nice Vaughn,” Richmond has entered the bedroom without a knock. He’s grinning at my half-exposed ass.
“Lily; I’ve brought someone to meet you,” he says, turning his attention to my wife. He beckons outside the room, through the open door to the hallway.
“Who the fuck is she?” my wife yells at the leggy Latina in the black cocktail dress.
The stranger’s dark eyes slide away in disbelief from me towards my wife.
“Don’t be like that Lily,” Richmond soothes, “This is Gabriela. She’s a performer at the club we’ve been to. “
“I’ll bet she is,” Lily’s hands are on the indent of her tiny waist, “what’s she doing here?”
“Vaughn, can you go and get the other guys a beer and then bring the bottle of Krug and 3 glasses in here while the girls get to know each other?”
“Like this Richmond?” What other guys?
“Yes Vaughn. Like that. Can’t you do someone for once without making a huge drama out of it?” he sighs and curls an arm around Lily’s shoulder.
I can’t go out there like this. I don’t even know who’s there.
“Richmond, can’t I get changed? Please?” I open my palms at look down at the night dress and my shaven bare legs below. “This was supposed to be just for the three of us wasn’t it?”
“It’s for whoever I say it’s for. Now do as you’re told!” His neck thrusts at me like an angry swan.
My palms are sweating, I squeeze my fists together. But the way he spoke to me has the hairs on the back of my neck standing upright. My balls are tight and prickling under my chastity belt. Oh God, what’s happening to me?
“Turn on the sound system outside as well,” he yells after me as my bare feet pad nervously down the hall tiles. I have a hand over my chastity belt to try to stop the sound of the padlock knocking on the cage.
The thong of the g-string cuts up high between my buttocks as I walk; almost invading me. Each faltering step massages the nerve endings around my ass hole. Shivers up the small of my back. The side of the panties so tight on my hips. Tight and wonderfully confining. The hem of the night gown moving against my ass cheeks as I walk. Swaying and caressing me. Close-fitting fabric over my chest compacting and compressing me.
The sound system controller is near to the front door and I fire it up. James Brown.
Am I really going to do this? I think of Lucy in the bedroom with Richmond and that girl. Richmond, our Master. He’s got me working like a waiter while my wife’s in our bedroom with him. My cock pushes against the inside of my chastity belt. I take a deep breath and step outside.
The lights around and inside the pool are on and I can hear male voices mumbling.
I don’t recognize the first guy I see standing by the edge of the pool. He’s tall and like Richmond
he has gray hair. But his is thinning and he looks older. A slow smile spreads over his face as I approach.
“And you are?” amused brown eyes look me up and down.
“Vaughn,” I try to clear my throat.
“Believe it or not Harry, that is Lily’s husband,” another voice says. Leroy is sprawling on one of the sun loungers. “I don’t think you were introduced to him at the dinner.”
Leroy? Oh God no, not him. He knows one of our friends. I don’t know where to look.
Another bed creaks and Kim, the overweight guy who was on our table next to Lily the other night, is sitting up staring across at me. His mouth is hanging open.
“Fuck Leroy, you really weren’t making this up.” He shakes his head at the black man.
“What does a company director have to do around here to get a drink young lady? Sorry. I mean Vaughn,” Mr Harris smirks at the others.
Everyone is laughing at me.
My stomach clenches and I lower my eyes, waiting for the three of them to fall silent.
“Richmond asked me to see what you all wanted to drink,” I cough.
“Ah, at last.” Harry rubs his hands together, “Beers all around is it boys?”
In the kitchen I pop the caps of the ice cold Budweisers. I’m trying not to imagine what the men outside must think of me. What they must think of Lily for having a husband like me. ‘No fucking wonder she turned to the boss to get herself laid. Jesus what kind of man is that?’
I push the thoughts out my head and make my way back outside in Lily’s lingerie. Some 70’s disco track ends and the men’s voices fall silent as I approach with their drinks.
More sniggering as I leave them.
“Tell the boss to hurry up in there with those two. It’s bad manners to leave his other guests out here neglected!” someone calls after me.
Still more laughter as conscious of my half-bare ass, I scurry back in to the villa.
Outside our closed bedroom door I hesitate. I press my ear to the wood but can hear nothing from inside. I move my chest up against the door so that I can knock while clutching the empty champagne flutes and the opened Champagne bottle to my torso.
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