Breaking us Both 4: Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband Public Humiliation & Sharing

by Tinto Selvaggio

  “Did you hear your husband begging me Lily?”

  “Oh yes,” she moans, “yes Richmond,” her eyes are rolling in her head. She’s cumming on his cock - already.

  Lily cries, she weeps like a baby as Richmond’s winds his hips around in a rhythmic circular motion, ploughing her.

  Oh my God she’s cumming again. Like an orgasm on top of another. Her body freezes as if paralyzed. She’s trying to grip the carpet. Richmond’s face is screwed up, he’s grasping at her ass cheeks, pummelling her groin with his. He grunts and his knuckles turn pale.

  He’s cumming inside her.

  “I bet your friend George will be thinking of you Lily when he’s in bed with his own wife tonight.” Richmond eases his pants back up. Lily is still breathing heavily on the floor.

  Shit; George. I’d managed to put him out of my head.

  “Vaughn, would you be so good as to fetch my overnight bag from the trunk of my Bentley?” Richmond tosses his car keys at me.

  “I think I need a glass of champagne.” He says.

  Chapter Five

  There’s no-one about downstairs when I arrive back home with the Chinese take-away meal for the three of us. They must be in the bedroom.

  I suppose if some people knew where I’d been, they’d say I was sent out to buy the food for my wife, her lover and I. But actually I was quite happy to go. I wouldn’t have wanted Lily to go for it and leave me alone there with Richmond.

  “I’m back!” I call from the hallway. No reply.

  I take the bag of food to the kitchen and then get plates and cutlery from the cupboards. Surely they can’t be fucking again? My hand moves over the front of my jeans, adjusting the position of my chastity belt. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand. I’m desperate to cum.

  “Lily! Shall I put the food out?” My voice is unsteady as I call up the stairs.

  “I’m making up the bed in the spare room,” Lily replies.

  Are they just assuming that I’ll agree to sleep alone in there again tonight?

  I leave the food in the bag on the kitchen table and stand twisting my wedding ring around on my finger. Uncertainly, I make my way up the stairs. I need to speak to Lily alone and protest.

  But then I reach the half-open spare bedroom door. The sight in front of me bursts my intent like a balloon being popped.

  Richmond is sitting back in the rattan easy chair in the corner of the little room .The curtains are wide open revealing the dark night sky and the bedroom light of the neighbours back window opposite. A face stares in from there across the gardens. In front of me, in full view of the window, Lily stands naked. She has a pillow under one arm and her bare breasts hang heavily as she stoops to pull the top sheet fully in place around the mattress.

  “We thought we’d give the young voyeur over there a bit of a treat with your wife.” Richmond nods towards the window and I follow his eyes to the other house.

  I take a moment to focus my eyes and then stare open-mouthed. The unmistakable sight of regular, rhythmic movement as the shoulder of our neighbour’s son in the window rises and falls. He's jerking-off. Jerking-off looking at Lily. He hasn’t even stopped with me in plain sight now.

  “Go and put the food out on plates Vaughn. We’ll be finished shortly.” Richmond’s eyes are on my wife as she leans over the single bed plumping up the pillows.

  ‘But they’re our neighbours!’I want to shout in protest. We have to live here!

  Instead, with my heart racing, I say nothing. I don’t even take another look at my wife, gloriously nude for these two males.

  Stunned, I stagger from the room.

  Hours later, alone in the spare bed, I still can’t get what happened in here out of my head. I know what he had her doing is wrong. So wrong. So risky too. But still caged like this, my cock is pushing ravenously against the hard shell of its enclosure. I push my hand down into my shorts and cup my balls. God above I need to cum.

  No noise yet from their room. Surely they can’t be asleep? They haven’t been in there long.

  He promised me yet again earlier when I had a quiet word with him that he’d let me out of chastity tonight. But here I am still caged. In my own home, while across the landing he gets to ravish my beautiful wife all over again.

  Why didn’t I insist on it instead of saying nothing when it became obvious the night was over and I wasn’t being let out? Maybe I just didn’t want to have to beg in front of Lily again.

  The door moves across the bedroom carpet. Light from the landing seeps in and I sit up in bed.

  Richmond.

  He stands with one hand still on the door, frighteningly, powerfully naked. I don’t want to look between his legs. But I’m aware he’s semi-erect. Oh no, not here.

  “I didn’t forget my promise Vaughn. Come on,” he’s smiling, opening the door for me.

  Go with him? With them?

  If I have any misgivings I’m not acting on them. He doesn’t need to invite me twice to my own room. I’m out of bed following his bare buttocks across our landing.

  The lighting is soft, the bed still made. On top of the white quilt cover lies something that looks like a giant black lollipop. About the size of one you’d get from a fair ground as a prize. But it’s not a lollipop. Next to it, a folded length of thick silver chain with something attached to either end. Across the room, in the corner facing the wall, is my nude wife. She’s wearing black heels and nothing else. Her hands are on her head.

  “Richmond what, the...” I stammer. It’s like I’ve entered some other dimension.

  “Just a little training Vaughn. Nothing to worry about is it Lily?”

  Lily shakes her head without removing her hands.

  Richmond guides Lily away from the corner of our bedroom and instructs her to stand facing me at the foot of the bed.

  “What do you think of your wife’s new look Vaughn?” a thick index finger directs my eyes down between my wife’s legs and her newly shaven pussy. He traces her opening with two fingers and Lily shivers.

  “Move right up close to one another.” He says.

  Our bare feet shuffle on the floor. I can smell her perfume but Lily doesn’t look at me.

  Lily. Guilt floods me as my cock attempts to stiffen looking at my wife.

  “Suits her don’t you think?” he strokes the lips of her bald pussy again and her eyes close.

  “Take your shorts down Vaughn” his voice is firm. He’s not looking at me; he’s still tracing the outline of Lily’s starkly uncovered pussy lips.

  My arms shake as I obey this man and do what I’m told by him in my own bedroom. The padlock clacks against the chastity belt as I tug my shorts down over it and pull them to my ankles. Richmond looks between my legs and smiles.

  “I’d like you to adopt a similar shaven look for me from tomorrow Vaughn. Lily will help you remove all that unsightly hair in the morning won’t you Lily?” he eases a fingertip inside my wife and her face curls up. She bites the corner of her own mouth.

  “I do think it’s time you supported your wife a little more Vaughn,” Richmond picks up a length of chain from the bed.

  It’s only now that I understand that there are actually two chains, each maybe 12 inches long. At each end of both chains is what looks like a silver peg with black tips.

  Nipple clamps.

  Richmond massages the end of one of Lily’s strawberry-like nipples. It quickly stands to attention for him. He presses one end of a clamp and the black-tipped jaws at the other end yawn open. He feeds Lily’s nipple to it and lets it close tightly on her flesh. She stifles a cry. Her breath on my face, her brow furrowing as she contains the pain.

  Richmond’s fingers move to my nipple. Pinching it. His aftershave smells woody. My face flushes as both of my own nipples stiffen. Between my legs my cages cock tries to follow suit. Richmond smiles without opening his mouth. He flexes the second clamp on the chain attached to Lily.

  “Argggghhh!” I cry out as Richmond sets
the jaws of this clamp to the tip of my nipple. The pressure and pain are relentless.

  “Shhh,” Richmond holds up an index finger and presses it to his lips, “You didn’t hear your wife making such a noise Vaughn did you?”

  I gasp for air as he withdraws the clamp from my nipple. At first I think the ordeal is over. But then it becomes apparent he’s merely adjusting the position of the clamp on my teat.

  “A lot more pain can be applied with the clamp right on the very tip of the submissive’s nipple,” he informs me.

  I gasp again. Teetering on my tip-toes as the pain is reapplied. This time it’s amplified.

  “Really Vaughn. What a performance. Do you hear Lily making such a fuss?”

  Maybe she’s fucking used to it.

  I shudder as Richmond repeats the process with the second chain. Attaching one end to Lily’s other nipple before adjusting her position, moving her a little loser to me and then turning his attention to my chest.

  This time I’m determined not to cry out and be thought of as weak by either of them.

  I take quick, sharp breaths to try to block out the extreme pain on both breasts.

  A sudden sound makes me jump. I cry out as my nipples are pulled.

  He has the huge ‘lollipop’ in his hand. Closer now I can see it’s a black leather paddle. He swipes again with it at one of Lily’s hips. She jumps, causing the nipple chains to pull tight. We both cry out.

  “You would both be better keeping still while I beat you.” his voice is steady, unflinching. It makes me think of granite. He strikes my wife again with the paddle. This time she cries out but only shakes.

  “Are you going to let your wife take all the punishment Vaughn?” Richmond’s voice thickens.

  What does he want me to say?

  “Are you man enough to take your share too Vaughn?” The cold leather of the paddle caresses one of my buttocks. I’m so starved of sexual attention that my cock starts to swell.

  “Well?” he raises his voice at me. Lily shivers.

  “Yes Richmond.”

  He doesn’t hesitate. The leather cracks my flesh. My whole body jumps. Nipples tugged violently. Lily shrieks. Her voice almost as high as mine sounded.

  Richmond stands back laughing.

  My other buttock is swiped. I try to stifle my howl. I can’t. Lily yells as her nipples are wrenched. Again.

  “Please Richmond, please,”

  “Please what Vaughn?” I’m hit again.

  “Please stop Richmond, please it hurts.”

  “You hear this Lily?” Richmond is asking my wife. Whack! He hits one of my hips. Our nipples tear away from each other. Lily cries out.

  “Keep still Vaughn!” she yells at me.

  Richmond’s hand is on my ass, massaging it. I open my eyes. He’s working a finger of his other hand into Lily’s vagina. She’s moaning, her breath hard in my face.

  Lily lets out a gasp as he removes a clamp from one of her nipples. The chains and her clamp fall down against my belly. Richmond massages my wife’s swollen teat between his fingertips. She’s pursing her lips at the soreness.

  Hurry up and take mine off Richmond. Please.

  Lily gasps as Richmond frees her other nipple and slowly fondles feeling back in to her breasts for her. Her breathing is heavy.

  “Take mine off Richmond. Please,” I gasp

  “Honestly Vaughn. Man up and Show a little courage. What do you expect a woman like this to think of you?” Richmond is murmuring, his fingers now strumming the outer folds of Lily’s glistening vagina.

  Lily moans softly as she’s probed.

  “Get down on your hands and knees Vaughn.” He reaches for his discarded trousers and after rummaging through a pocket shows me the key to my chastity belt padlock.

  I don’t need telling twice.

  I’m on all fours.

  “Beg for this Vaughn. Beg me to allow you an orgasm.”

  Above my head Lily murmurs.

  “Please Richmond please,” I don’t care that my wife is listening to me debase myself. Hearing me humbled by her lover.

  “I can’t hear you Vaughn,” Richmond says firmly.

  “Please, please let me out of chastity. Let me cum with my wife Richmond, I’m desperate for her.” I twist my neck and look up the length of Lily’s wondrously long legs towards the gleaming lips and heaven between her legs

  “I want you to beat him for me Lily,” Richmond’s voice is little more than a whisper to my wife. “Show him what you think of being married to such a little cocksucker.” Richmond’s shaft has stiffened and has risen up the front of his belly. His fingers slick nosily inside my wife.

  “Tell him he’s not even a real man Lily”

  Lily opens her eyes and her small hand takes the paddle from Richmond. My cock pushes manically against my cage. Yes Lily, yes, tell me I’m not a real man. Please.

  I cry out. Lily leans down and swipes the paddle across my buttock. The sudden pain eclipsing that of the hanging clamps. I’m not the real man here. He is, Richmond is. The only man you’ll ever need.

  “What sort of a husband lets his wife’s lover dictate his sex life?” Richmond is murmuring at her.

  “You’ve never satisfied me Vaughn” Lily’s voice is guttural, her face flushed. The paddle strikes my back. The sting of her words lingering equally as long as the physical pain.

  “You’re not half the man Richmond is” she pants and Richmond continues to work his fingers up her. One of her bare legs electrifies me as it brushes my bare shoulder. The paddle rips in to me again. I cry out.

  “Wimp!” she yells.

  “He sucks another man’s cock,” Richmond reminds her. Again she hits me.

  “Here, unlock that little thing between his legs. He can masturbate at your feet. Then perhaps we should start thinking about having him dress like the sissy he was always meant to be.”

  Chapter Six

  “I’m glad I caught you Vaughn,” Richmond’s chocolate-like voice down the phone tenses my insides. My eyes rise from my laptop on our kitchen table and I stare across the room at the wall.

  “Vaughn, I don’t have much time. I’m about to get ready for tonight’s office dinner but I’m conscious you and I haven’t spoken one on one since I was at your home at the weekend. Is Lily looking forward to her first corporate social event?”

  My stomach swirls at how hot my wife looked before the taxi cab collected her to take her to Richmond and the rest of her office colleagues. I look at the time on my laptop check how long it is since Lily left.

  “I think so yes Richmond.” I scratch around my refitted chastity belt, where my public hair used to be.

  “So Vaughn how have you been since we met last?”

  “If I’m honest; pretty horny.” I say, conscious that in this state just the sound of his confident voice can set me on fire. What’s the point in pretending now after what this man has reduced me to?

  “I was kind of hoping you’d have let me have sex with Lily last Saturday though.” My insides are somersaulting with this crazed level of submission. “I didn’t expect that I’d only get to jerk off, not after all that time locked up.”

  “Ah, but did you enjoy being made to masturbate by me in front of us both Vaughn?”

  I hesitate before replying. Do I tell him I’ve been worrying about some of those things he encouraged Lily to say to me?

  “I guess..”

  “I’m not sure if she told you, but I let Lily have the spare key to your chastity belt before I left you both at the weekend,”

  No; I did not know that. Why the hell didn’t she mention anything?

  “Oh I see; you weren’t aware,” Richmond chuckles, as if reading my silence. “So until I visit your home again Vaughn; whether or not you get an orgasm is at Lily’s discretion. Perhaps when she returns tonight, if you’re on your best behaviour, who knows?”

  I can’t reply.

  “I’ll say it again Vaughn, I’ve really struck gold with
a woman like your wife,” Richmond breathes in my ear.

  “What makes you say that Richmond?” the pitch of my voice startles me but I’m pulling my chastity belt away from my groin, my shaft trying to stiffen.

  “The way she’s starting to enjoy your role in this three-way relationship Vaughn.”

  My whole groin throbs. How long is it since this man last allowed me inside my own wife?

  “I haven’t ever known a wife get as excited quite so quickly by her husband’s subservience and emasculation Vaughn.”

  “Emasculation?” my voice is reedy, almost whispered.

  “Your ‘undermining’ Vaughn. Your ‘weakening’ or ‘usurping’. Enforced chastity effectively rendering you impotent or castrated Vaughn.”

  “Yes Richmond,” the words stick in my throat.

  “Many submissive wives eventually reach a similar mental and emotional space as Lily has already Vaughn. They come to appreciate the erosion of their husbands influence for what it really is. Namely; a testimony to the power of their master and lover.” He speaks calmly and evenly, without rushing his words.

  “Lily needs and has longed for the strong, dominant alpha male lover you yourself could never be Vaughn. You’ve always known that haven’t you? Seeing her husband so diminished and under my control merely reinforces me in that superior role.”

  “Yes Richmond.” Fuck, I need to cum.

  “Your servility to and even oral worship of, another male has stripped you of your manhood in her eyes. In essence neutering you Vaughn.”

  My amplified breathing is heavy in the mouthpiece.

  “All but ‘feminizing’ you in fact.” He murmurs.

  “Ah yes,” I say, his last sentence and the memory of what he had me wear in that hotel snaps me out of sub space. “I wanted to talk to you about that aspect. I wouldn’t want to get into that side of things Richmond.” My mind is twisting, trying to find the right words. “I’m not into that aspect of cuckolding. Cross-dressing or whatever it’s called. That’s never appealed to me. It leaves me completely cold.” I try to lubricate my mouth with saliva.

  “Hmmm, I think you may be forgetting that this three way relationship isn’t necessarily all about what you want Vaughn. In any case, I’m afraid Lily may well have a rather different opinion from you about this ‘aspect’ as you put it.”