In the far left hand corner of the car park I spot the front end of what looks like a Bentley. It’s sticking out from behind another car. My stomach churns. Nerves and fear.
I pull up abruptly to my right, sliding my motor in between a white van and a dark Japanese car. There’s someone in the car next to me on me right. The interior light is on. Some guy with glasses. What the hell is he doing sitting there alone in this fading light?
What do I do now? Get out or sit and wait? Richmond said ‘be discrete’ didn’t he? Does that mean wait here?
I don’t consider myself paranoid but I do keep a fairly heavy flashlight in my trunk. I take a careful look around outside from my car seat. Who knows what kind of weirdos came here in those cars? I zip up my jacket and hurry outside to the trunk.
Switching the flashlight on I make my way as quietly as I can across the gravel towards Richmond’s car on the other side of the parking lot. The air smells of damp grass and trees after the rain.
Approaching closer I become aware someone is standing at the far side of the Bentley. It isn’t Richmond – this guy’s too short. Shit, maybe it isn’t Richmond’s car. I direct the flashlight towards him. He waves at me to lower it and puts an index finger to his lips. I freeze in my tracks. In his other hand he’s holding his cock.
Almost panicking I look to the Bentley. The interior light is on, the windows slightly steamed.
Movement closer to the woodland catches my eye. Two figures lurking a few feet away staring towards the rear of the car.
Woah! I don’t fucking need any of this.
The rear door of the Bentley opens. Richmond eases himself out. He stands on the gravel in part of a business suit – no jacket or tie, shirt collar undone. He grins towards the large car and coils an index finger at it, beckoning.
My chest thunders. Not even the jerking stranger at my side worries me now.
Shapely bare legs in heels slowly emerge from the car.
“Shit, look at her,” says the guy at my side without breaking the rhythm of his arm.
A white balconette bra and matching panties are all that conceal any of Lily’s pale flesh. She stands unsteadily in her heels. Her curves illuminated and displayed by my shaking flashlight and the interior light from the car behind her.
Appreciative whispers echo from across near the woodland. I grip the flashlight, holding it out as steadily as I can in front of me. Hopefully Lily’s eyes won’t be able to make me out on the other side of the light.
“Here, point that fucking flashlight at her properly;” says the jerker next to me, “Let’s get a better look at her.” His free hand tries to grab my flashlight. I resist, but not before he manages to direct the beam right at my wife. Lily raises a hand, shielding her eyes. Her breasts jiggle heavily in her bra.
Oh my God. I can hardly process what I’m seeing.
Seemingly emboldened at the sight of my wife; the two figures from the edge of the woodland shuffle closer. I can see now that one of them also has his cock out.
Lily looks wide-eyed at Richmond. One forearm is across her breasts, the other trying to cover the front of her white lace panties. Richmond leans back against the side of his Bentley and grabs my wife, pulling her to him. He swivels her around so that she has her back up against him and faces these other men. His hands go to the strap of her bra.
“Hold that fucking flashlight steady!” someone spits.
Lily’s biting her bottom lip.
In one deft movement Richmond swipes my wife’s bra off her. She hunches her shoulders, pressing her forearms over her big breasts.
“Don’t be shy,“ Richmond chides, “Let’s show everyone what you’ve got.” He leans into her and across her shoulders pulling her arms away from her chest.
“Tits on that,” someone murmurs.
Richmond pins Lily’s wrists together behind her back. Her nipples have stiffened in the evening air. My wife’s bare breasts exposed to these unknown men.
Richmond’s free hand snakes around Lily’s waist and up to her chest. Oh God he’s touching her tits. He massages each of Lily’s breasts in turn until the nipples lengthen and seem to stiffen further and she closes her eyes. Nuzzling into the back of her Richmond pulls at the end of each nipple in turn. Lily cries out each time
I want to cry out too.
The men have moved closer to the couple leaning against the Bentley. I keep my distance, not wanting to be recognized.
I watch open-mouthed as Richmond’s hand goes to the top of my wife’s panties at the side of her waist. Oh God, He’s going to take her panties down!
All the times I’ve jerked myself senseless imagining my Lily in the arms of another man. Now with it unfolding here right in front of me my cock has shrivelled in my pants.
“You take them down for me” Richmond releases my wife’s wrists. She says something I can’t hear to him.
“Do it Lily.” His voice is firm.
I’m holding my breath.
Lily wriggles her hips, inching her panties down her thighs. I reach out my free hand towards the hood of Richmond’s car to stop myself passing out.
More than one voice purrs lustily as the panties descend beyond the little triangle of trimmed blonde hair between Lily’s legs.
“Get the light right on her cunt” a voice whispers.
“Take your knickers right off,” Richmond instructs my wife.
Wordlessly Lily obeys him. As she lowers her shoulders to get her panties further down her chest bounces indecently.
Lily struggles to get her panties off over her heels. For a second I have the urge to rush over to help her. How could I without revealing myself as one of her creepy onlookers?
Instead I watch helplessly with the rest of the small crowd as my wife eventually frees herself of her panties. She stands back against Richmond, covering her bare pussy with one hand. Her other arms rests across her breasts again. Richmond nudges the underwear across the gravel away from them both with his foot.
He removes her hands from her front once more and grips her wrists together behind her back with one of his hands. His free hand, so confident and sure of itself, makes contact with Lily’s bare hips. He caresses her ass cheeks then the hand moves around to her front. He lowers his shoulder. Lily moans as Richmond’s hand reaches her pussy.
Oh God he’s touching her there! I’m struggling to breathe.
I shift my position slightly for a better view whilst still trying to keep a reasonable distance.
How can she let someone she hardly knows do this to here? In a place like this, in front of these other perverts.
Two of the other men have closed the gap between themselves and her. They’re close. A hand extends. It reaches one of her tits.
“Come on guys, feel her up. She loves it; a body like hers was made for sharing.” Richmond’s voice is throaty. As Lily’s tits are mauled Richmond releases her wrists and his hand is pulling at the front of his pants.
“Is he gonna fuck her?” one of the men asks me.
Both my hands hold the flashlight out, fixed on my own wife. My brain scrambles to digest what’s taking place in front of me. Flailing and failing as I desperately try to make sense of this surreal scene.
In front of all these people. My Lily. I have to be dreaming.
My whole body trembles as I remember something Richmond once said to me: ‘You may be surprised just how far a young submissive will go for the right older male Vaughn... the kinds of things she'll willingly put herself through.....’
I try to adjust my position again as all three onlookers move in ever closer to Lily and her lover. I try to steady and realign the trembling flashlight again for a better view. Another hand reaches out towards her, lower down her body. It joins Richmond’s hand between her legs. Two hands, two sets of fingers, two different men roughly groping my wife between her bare, unsteady legs. Richmond’s other hand is working his cock behind Lily’s back.
“Oh fuck me,” says a new voice behind me. The guy with gla
sses who was sat in the car parked next to me earlier.
“Her again,” he says under his breath. “I can’t believe he’s brought her out the car this time. This one’s a real hottie, dirty little whore as well.” He tries to shove past me, his eyes fixated on Lily.
“What do you mean ‘again’?” his words have snapped me from my state of shock and I grab at the lapel of his canvas coat.
“Same young blonde with big tits the rich dude brought here the other night. She can’t get enough.” Garlic breath from the middle of an unshaven face smothers me.
Lily moans steadily and one of the men, still pumping his own cock in his fist, is sucking at her tits.
“There’s a blanket in the trunk. Fetch it.” Richmond says to my wife. He fumbles in his pocket with his free hand then presses his key fob. The electric trunk eases open.
Cocks continue to be manipulated all around her as covering her breasts with one arm; Lily totters precariously over the gravel on her heels towards the trunk of the Bentley.
“Lay it out there,” Stroking his unnaturally large erection Richmond nods toward the floor. Lily leans forward opening up and spreading the blanket onto the ground at the side of the car. Her breasts swing obscenely under her as she does so.
“Down on your hands and knees on the blanket for me.” Richmond orders.
“Shit” someone mutters under his breath, “get the light on her, get the fucking light on her!”
We watch my wife squat down naked without a word, her breasts swaying unsupported beneath her. She kneels and then lowers her shoulders, supporting herself on her elbows and pushing out her ass. I have to move from where I’m standing to be able to see properly. Two of the men are in front of me behind Lily, staring up between her legs.
More undignified than I’ve ever seen him, Richmond scurries to his knees behind my wife. He hasn’t even taken down his pants. His hands go under Lily’s upturned ass and then he grunts, shoving himself forward at her, impaling her. She squeals.
I move the flashlight over Lily as Richmond pounds her flesh.
Pure filthy animalistic sex.
One powerful hand grips Lily’s left ass cheek. His other hand grabs a fistful of her long blonde hair and twists through it pulling back her head. Slam, slam, slam, he slaps his groin into her, that enormous slab of meat between his legs filling my wife like she’s never been. She’s crying, whining, wailing.
Oh dear God Li-ly. I hear my voice whisper
“Fuck it, go on fuck it” someone is yelling. It takes a few seconds to make the connection that the ‘it’ being referred to is my beautiful wife.
Lily’s moans are louder, faster. Richmond’s powerful thrusts deepen, quicken, his breathing heavy, harsh.
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Lily’s shrieking. I move and wave the light around on her. He face screwed into what could be mistaken for agony, her ripe, raw-looking tits smashing wildly against each other, buttock muscles tensing. She reaches an arm up behind herself towards Richmond as she shudders to a sobbing climax on his cock.
He seems to take it as a signal. He releases her hair and grips her flesh with both hands. His knuckles whiten on her hips and ass. Grunting, swearing, frenzied he drills her. Rapidly battering my wife’s insides like she’s some adult rag doll. Swiping an open palm repeatedly at her ass cheeks his body clenches and he collapses forward draining his balls up her.
At some point I must have got my own cock out. It’s in my hand as I stare incredulous at my wife.
Richmond swiftly disengages himself, leaving Lily slumped sobbing on her hands and knees.
Feet move on the gravel and a guy in an overcoat steps towards Lily, cock in hand. He groans and thick jets of cum spew out streaking across Lily’s back and ass. She moans in response.
"Can I fuck it?” another man asks Richmond.
Richmond shakes his head as he fastens up his pants. “Just cum on her.”
“Nnnng..” another grunt and a second viewer steps forward discharging himself all over my wife’s prone body.
"Come on lad," Richmond seems to notice me for the first time and smirking he beckons me. “Don’t be shy you come and have a go too”.
I stand frozen, shaking my head.
Epilogue
Lily never did find out I was there that first time and she still hasn’t mentioned anything to me about her and Richmond. He says it doesn’t matter, that I mustn’t rush her. He says we should wait until she feels ready to talk.
She doesn’t seem to like me bringing up the subject of her fantasies in bed now when we have sex though. I don’t mind that. I only have to look at her these days and I’m almost ready to cum.
This must sound weird but I don’t really even consider her to be my wife in the same way I used to. Of course I think of her as someone I love and am married to, but as I’ve seen for myself, she’s also as another man’s slut. Richmond’s slut.
He told me he was surprised just how quickly Lily succumbed to his advances. He says it was an indication of just how ‘deep-rooted’ her desires were. Of how frustrated she had become. He said it was always obvious to him that my Lily is a woman with a much stronger libido than I could ever have imagined. According to Richmond the ‘sky’s the limit’ now that he’s started the process of training her. Helping her tap into what he calls her ‘inner submissive’. That side of herself he says she would ‘never have revealed’ to me. He says I shouldn’t worry. That he’ll ensure that Lily gets exactly what she needs. He says he’ll help her reach what he calls her ‘full submissive potential’.
I lock my car and make my way on foot through the rain and across the hotel parking lot. I check my watch. It’s best not to keep Richmond waiting and I have to get back home in time for the client dinner tonight. Lily can’t come with me to that event; Richmond has plans for her this evening. He says I can maybe watch them together again another time.
I pass the reception area and head for the lift and the 3rd floor.
He wants me to give some thought to whether Lily should to be told the truth about everything that happens between him and me. I’m not sure that’s a good idea – even though he reckons some wives ‘get excited by that kind of thing’.
Lily hasn’t told me about her and Richmond, so why should I tell her what he makes me do to him from time to time?
Surely there are some things a wife just doesn’t need to know?
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