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  Breaking us Both 5

  Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband Public Humiliation & Sharing

  By Tinto Selvaggio

  Copyright 2016 by Tinto Selvaggio

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  This work of fiction contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended only for those eighteen years of age or older. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any situations or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

  Description:

  How much humiliation can a cuckold husband take from his wife's dominant alpha male lover and master?

  Vaughn is cuckolded. A submissive husband with a young wife and marriage increasingly dominated by a charismatic, wealthy, older male.

  He's being made to endure long term chastity, forced feminization and the sexual denial of his own wife. He's also forced to serve the bi bull in front of the woman he loves.

  Vaughn's always been desperate to keep this shame and humiliation a secret from friends and the couple's co-workers. And more than anything else, he doesn't want to lose the love and respect of his beautiful young hotwife.

  But now as he struggles with his own submissive bisexual cravings, Vaughn's life is about to get a whole lot harder.

  One of the couple's closest friends has been given an explicit video of Vaughn's wife with two other men. Vaughn’s wife Lily reveals the depth of her feelings for her lover and master and her growing desire to see her own husband suffer. Financial trouble leaves the young cuckold couple even more under the control of the older man

  Meanwhile their master himself is set on strengthening his domination over the couple, intensifying their suffering, submission and humiliation.

  He wants to make the young couple shame themselves in front of friends. He wants to share the hotwife in public with her co-workers and develop her desire for lesbian sex and submission. And he intends to push Vaughn to new depths in his role as an emasculated sissy slave.

  Could Vaughn really cope with all this and risk what it might do to his marriage, his self respect and ultimately his life? Or will the submissive husband finally refuse Richmond and bring an end to the kind of mind-blowing cuckold relationship he’s always dreamed of?

  This c.19k word wife sharing erotica ebook adventure, written from the husband’s point of view, contains explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including public humiliation, group sex, forced bi and sissy humiliation, submission, feminization and interracial cuckolding.Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

  Chapter One

  I groan as I swing my car into our street and see George’s pick-up truck outside our house. He’s all I need tonight after the day I’ve had. I’ve driven for hours in the teaming rain after a meeting with a client who had nothing but complaints for me.

  But George has started doing this since Richmond had my wife flash him in the garden a while back. He arrives here unannounced. Obviously hoping to catch another eyeful of Lily. This is exactly why we need to keep what we do with Richmond away from our everyday lives.

  Even though I’m so tired and irritated, the idea of one of my friends being desperate for another sight of Lily’s bare breasts has started that familiar stirring inside my chastity belt. It’s impossible for me to think straight when I’m so frustrated.

  I pass Lily’s gleaming new company Chrysler coupe on the drive. It sure as hell puts my old Ford to shame. But since she started working for Richmond and I lost one of my clients, Lily brings in 60% of our income.

  I’m in the hallway hanging up my coat when I hear Marion, George’s wife, in the living room.

  I check my appearance in the hall mirror before joining the others.

  “Evening everyone,” I smile wearily. No sign of George. I didn’t know Marion ever drove her husband’s pick-up.

  Marion is next to Lily on our sofa, examining the string of pearls around my wife’s neck. A gift from Richmond.

  “You two really are in the money aren’t you Vaughn?” Marion looks up and smiles at me.

  “I told her you didn’t buy these for me,” Lily says without looking at me.

  My stomach lurches. She hasn’t said where they did come from has she?

  “I confessed I treated myself to them when I got the new job.” Lily looks at me out of the corner of her eyes.

  “Well all I can say is; I wish I had a boss like yours to pay me that kind of salary,” Marion whistles and release the pearls from her thick fingers.

  “Put the kettle on would you Vaughn? There’s a sweetheart. I’ve had such a long day.” Lily kicks off her heels and stretches out her shapely legs.

  You’ve had a long day? What about me? I’ve only just got home.

  But even as I’m trying to be angry, the sight of her long, nylon-clad legs and her tight pencil-skirt have my neglected groin aching Is it any wonder she’s starting to treat me like a second class citizen in my own home? Why would she do any different when she’s witnessed what her lover puts me though? How could our relationship have ever stayed the same?

  George emerges from our kitchen before I make it into the room and the kettle.

  “Hope you don’t mind dude. Lily said to help myself.” He smiles, strangely a little tight-lipped and he holds up a bottle of Corona. “Shall I get you one Vaughn?”

  “I’m good at the moment” I pass him and start filling the kettle at the sink. Hopefully refusing a drink with him might encourage him not to linger here too long.

  “Thing is Vaughn,” he says, lowering his voice and pushing the kitchen door closed, “I need to talk with you.” He’s not looking at me; he’s standing in the middle of the kitchen, playing with the label on his beer.

  My chest tightens. Does he know something?

  “You might want to sit down Vaughn,” George helps himself to a seat at our dining table. That same table that Richmond once had my wife across.

  I’ve changed my mind about not having a beer. I grab one and with my heart pounding I slide a chair out opposite George.

  He sighs deeply and pushes his Samsung Galaxy across the table towards me.

  “What’s this?” Something in his face makes me not want to touch his phone.

  “Tell me to mind my own business dude. I mean it’s your life. But the fact is, you do shit like this and put it out there then someone’s gonna find it.” George shrugs.

  “What is it?” I don’t want to look.

  “Roy got sent a link to it by that guy he knows. The one who works the same place as your wife.” He nods his head at the phone. “You know what Roy’s like though. He get’s embarrassed real easy. He didn’t know what to do about it so I said I’d have a quiet word with you.”

  I stare at the dark, blank screen on his phone.

  “Marion knows nothing about it.” He says.

  My stomach churns. I try to steady my hand as I reach for his phone. The case is clammy. Or maybe it’s my hand. I swipe at the
screen. A close-up image of what looks like a woman’s face. Blonde hair falling across it. I know George is staring at me.

  “It’s a video. I turned the volume down so they won’t hear it in there,” George whispers, looking over his shoulder towards the door. “She makes quite a lot of noise don’t she?” His face has reddened but his eyes lock mine.

  Oh Holy shit. I think that was Lily. Is this Richmond’s doing? What the hell has he seen on the video? Please, not me dressed like a woman. Not in front of George.

  My head floods with memories of Richmond’s often repeated words and phrases detailing his desire to let our friends and even family members find out about him and us. Me kneeling frantic at his feet as he encouraged me to ‘Imagine the humiliation of other people knowing.’ Listening to him recall how ‘other cuckolds’ he’d known had found the shame of ‘revelation’ to be ‘utterly intoxicating’.

  But surely he wouldn’t have shared videos of us together without telling me and Lily first?

  With my guts churning I lower my eyes to the screen. The image, the first still frame of a movie, is posted on some site called ‘Tunnel of Love.’ Above the image is the heading of the movie itself. “Young hotwife done by two.”

  I don’t want to watch this.

  George’s eyes burn me as I press play.

  Lily’s eyes momentarily look into mine from the screen. The camera, held from above her head, moves back a touch. Lily is nude on all fours. Two hands grip my wife’s bare hips from behind. I can’t see the man’s face but those powerful forearms and hands are Richmond’s. Lily’s eyes roll and her mouth gapes. Her bare breasts swing beneath her and one of her hands reaches up between the cameraman’s legs.

  Chapter Two

  I yawn again and grip the steering wheel as the traffic slows to a halt. I hardly slept last night. Not after what George showed me. I wanted to confront Lily about it as soon as we were alone. How the hell could she have allowed herself to be filmed like that? On her hands and knees with Richmond and Anthony.

  But I didn’t know what to say to her about it. I don’t want her worried sick or panicking because that video is out there.

  I’ve already tried to speak to Richmond this morning on the way in to my client’s offices. I’ve left two messages for him to ring me. If he or Anthony can make sure the video is taken down today, then Lily might not even need to know about it. Or hear that anyone we know has seen it. I could warn her to be careful about being filmed in future. Tell her we have to tread more cautiously in general with Richmond.

  I check the clock on the dashboard. I’m going to be late for this meeting if the traffic doesn’t start moving soon.

  George swore to me that he wouldn’t mention or show the clip to anyone else. Thankfully he even seemed to assume I was one of the guys with Lily in the video. I could hardly believe my luck.

  ‘None of my business really, if you and Lily want to invite some other lucky dude into your bed. Just wanted to make sure you knew the video was out there and being seen.’ he’d said before he left.

  At least he hasn’t told his wife. Everyone knows what Marion’s like. That woman couldn’t keep a secret even if her own husband’s life depended on it. She’d have it around the neighbourhood and all our mutual friends within 30 minutes. She wouldn’t be able to help herself.

  I know I can trust my buddy Roy who showed the clip to George. But what about the guy who shared it with Roy in the first place? The one who works at Richmond’s place. Did Richmond really share that with him? What if he’s already showed it to other people as well?

  Even as my chest tightens at the horror of the possibility, my semi-erection pushes against the inside of my chastity belt. My lovely young wife’s eager and enthusiastic performance with those two other men has been recorded for all time. It’s been put ‘out there’, presented for the whole world to see. How many times have other men, including George, already jerked-off watching my naked wife being used?

  My breathing is shallow, quick.

  How many times did I replay the clip after I’d memorised the url and George had left last night? Alone in the bathroom; pushing the tightly locked chastity belt around between my legs in frustration. Forcing my earphones so deeply into my ears that it hurt, trying to catch every animalistic grunt, moan and obscenity my wife made as she was degraded.

  There’s something worrying though if Richmond’s sharing this kind of thing without even telling us. Shit, the man has copies of our passports, our social security details, all our private information. How can he be trusted with any of it? Oh my God, how could I have been so stupid as to let it get to this? What if there are other videos or images online? Maybe me ‘dressed-up’? My stomach heaves. I need him to promise me there’s no danger. I need to know this can’t happen again.

  At least we don’t have to rely on Richmond for all our income. I guess if we really had to, we could walk away from him. Lily could resign and we’d be able to scrape by on my income. For a short while at least.

  The traffic begins to inch forward and I look again at the clock. Come on Richmond – call me back. I need that fucking video taking down.

  “Vaughn, can you come through to the meeting room for a few minutes before we start please?” The line manager of my largest client doesn’t smile as he catches me making my way to the back office I normally use when I’m here on my freelance IT duties.

  Shit; I needed these few minutes before the start of the scheduled meeting to finish my prep. I felt so rough before I left home this morning that I didn’t get it done.

  Twenty minutes later I’m back on the freeway having lost my largest client and the bulk of my income.

  My face burns as I replay some of the comments I listened to in that meeting room. Their ‘disappointment’ with my ‘continued lack of attention to detail’ and my ‘general performance over recent months.’ Their ‘reluctance’ in being ‘forced’ to let me go. Is it any wonder I’ve hardly been able to focus on my business with everything that’s been going on? But what if they’ve seen the video? Or another one with me ‘dressed’ in it? I don’t remember ever being filmed like that but who knows? What if that’s the real reason they let me go?

  My phone ringing pulls me out of my paranoia.

  “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you Vaughn,” the calmness of Richmond’s voice is so at odds with the turmoil inside me.

  “Richmond, George has seen a video of you and Anthony with Lily.” I blurt out, simultaneously trying to concentrate on the brake lights of an oil tanker in front of me.

  “Really? What were we doing with your wife?” he sounds amused.

  “I think you know very well Richmond. It’s not funny. He’s a friend.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” His voice sounds more serious now.

  “I need the video taken down.”

  “Hmmm, I didn’t expect the guys I shared it with to spread it far and wide. I suspect it’s come from Leroy. I believe he’s a friend of a friend?”

  “Yes,” my voice croaks.

  “I think I know which tag-team session with your wife it may have been,” his voice murmurs, “Probably during your first night in Anthony’s cellar. If memory serves me correctly Lily was especially eager to please while you were down there.”

  I want to be firm with him but my ball sac has tightened and hardened with his dismissive words.

  “I’d have thought a submissive husband like you might have enjoyed a little public shaming like this Vaughn,” Richmond’s voice thickens.

  My balls tighten further. I need to stay strong. “I need the video taking down Richmond. Please.” I cringe at myself for adding that last word.

  “I like to hear you say ‘please’ to me Vaughn,”

  I can’t reply.

  “I’ll sort things out at my end.” He sighs eventually, “Have the videos properly password protected. I’ll speak to Leroy. He can be rather indiscrete.”

  Videos plural? Password protected?
/>   “Are there other videos out there too Richmond?” I cringe as I await his answer.

  “Like I said Vaughn: Password protected. What about George though?”

  “He promised it would go no further.” The tone of my voice is so high that it doesn’t sound like me talking.

  “And you believed him?”

  “He’s an old friend.”

  “He’s also a big admirer of your wife Vaughn. I see how he looks at her.”

  My pulse is in my throat.

  “If I were you, I might be tempted to have your wife use a little persuasion on your friend. To guarantee his silence as it were.”

  Chapter Three

  I sit at the dining table staring at the homepage of my business website on my lap-top. I’ve been trying all day to find the right words to improve the description of my freelance services. I need something to attract more client enquiries and fast. Otherwise we’re going to be almost totally financially dependent on Richmond. A man who now seems to be suggesting my wife should try to seduce George.

  He can’t have been serious about that.

  I check the time. Lily will be home from the office in under an hour.

  It’s no use. She needs to know about the video and her work colleague. She needs to hear what Richmond suggested about her and George – even if he was only joking. It might make her think twice about being filmed in future. It might also open her eyes to what Richmond can really be like.

  She’s going away for a two-day company conference with him next week. I wouldn’t want her having to mix with other colleagues there who know about the video when she’s totally unaware. She’d never forgive me if she found out I’d known but hadn’t told her.

  But I’m not sure how I’m going to approach telling her. Or how she’ll react when I do. She wasn’t happy with me when she found out I’d lost my biggest client so I need her in a good mood when I tell her. I’ve tidied right through the house while I’ve been at home today. Dusted, vacuumed, put two washes on. I seem to have started taking over more and more of the household chores lately. But tonight I don’t care. I don’t want the state of the house to put her in a mad mood before I can speak to her about this.