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

  Breaking us Both

  Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband with Public Humiliation

  By Tinto Selvaggio

  Copyright 2016 by T. 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:

  What happens when a husband goes behind his wife's back and arranges for her to be seduced by the kind of dominant alpha male she's always dreamt of?

  Everyone who knows Vaughn thinks he's one lucky guy having a beautiful wife like Lily.

  Little do they know.

  Not only is Vaughn a frustrated submissive husband with an unfulfilled longing for dominant training and cuckold humiliation. He's also married to the kind of young hotwife who thinks 'real men don't behave like wimps' and who takes very little pleasure from his attempts at love-making.

  When Vaughn discovers Lily's libido is not as low as she's been claiming and that she has submissive fantasies of her own, he senses an opportunity. A way for them both to get what they really need in bed. The only problem is this will mean deceiving his wife.

  At least at first...

  How will a submissive husband react when he introduces his wife to her ideal type of guy and the man in question wants more than mere control of the young hotwife?

  He wants domination and use of the husband as well..

  This 21k+ 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 and cuckolding. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

  Chapter One

  “I just came to say good night and see you next week.” I poke my head around the door of the meeting room and nod at the two men standing next to the board table.

  “Here he is!” one of these men that now own my largest client winks at his colleague and then grins at me.

  “I have to say Vaughn; you kept her very quiet didn’t you?” the man continues to grin.

  Not for the first time since these two young smart-asses took over, I haven’t got a clue what they’re talking about. I take a step in to the ornate, oak-panelled offices.

  “We always do a social media analysis as part of our suitability check on every employee Vaughn– including freelancers like yourself. Don’t take it personally, its routine whenever we buy a new business. I’ve got to hand it to you Vaughn,” he shakes his head and looks over to his partner. “Mrs B. is a real beauty. I hope you won’t mind me saying so.”

  I force a smile, hoping my face doesn’t betray how awkward I’m feeling.

  “I trust you’ll be bringing that lovely creature to the company dinner dance next month? We like to let all our employees’ partners get to know each other.” He seems to be studying me, like he’s trying to work out what attracted a woman who looks like my wife to me.

  “Yeah sure, Lily and I will be there, Goodnight.” I nod.

  If there was any way I felt I could get out of being there I surely would. In fact, if my freelance IT consultancy could afford to lose their business and survive, believe me I’d do that too. The previous owner was happy to let me work my contracted two days a week from my own home office. Not these guys. I have to drive across town and be in here at least once a week listening to their crap. I only ever got involved with a big client like this so my wife could reduce the hours she works in her job.

  I make my way down in the lift to the car park still thinking about what that jerk said about Lily. It shouldn’t be a big deal. I ought to be able to laugh it off; take it as a compliment when someone says how attractive my wife is. Instead it gnaws at my belly, reminding me how frustrated I am having a woman like Lily but barely any sex life.

  I fire the car engine and find myself wondering all over again what the statistics are for numbers of wives who don’t orgasm when they have sex. Or for couples in their mid twenties who hardly ever have sex any more.

  The traffic is thick and slow as I pull up at a red light. I retune the radio, looking for some music to relax me. I swipe my smart phone and study the image of Lily that lights up the screen. Smouldering green eyes and swollen lips smile lazily into the camera. She’s so beautiful.

  I’m as much to blame as her for the way things are between us. I know that. My sex drive took a dive from the day I confessed I was submissive and wanted her to be the boss in the bedroom.

  I should have seen her reaction coming. It’s not the way ‘real men’ behave around where she grew up and I’d never said anything about what I wanted when she was just my girlfriend.

  The traffic starts moving and I wonder again what I can do to get my sex life doing the same thing.

  Things might be different if she’d agreed to go for some ‘couples counselling’ like I suggested – but she refused.

  Maybe it’s worth trying another sex toy? There must be new ones on the market since I last had a look for one. That was some time ago. I could call in at one of the malls on the way home tonight.

  Thankfully the adult store itself is pretty quiet when I enter. It’s far enough away from home for me not to have to worry about being spotted in here. I do sometimes wish I was more confident about this kind of thing. Harsh white lights, bright plastic and rubber items on shelves. Feathers, a little leather and some slender chains. Nothing too severe-looking; more ‘fun’ than ‘fetishism’.

  I pass a couple who look around the same age as Lily and me. They’re giggling together as the guy taps her opened palm with a little leather flogger. I try to remember whether Lilly and I ever looked that at ease with each other around one of these stores.

  “Can I help you?” A heavily made-up middle-aged woman with thickly lacquered hair and tangerine-colored flesh smiles at me. She gives the impression she’s looking down her nose at me.

  “Oh, er yes, I was just looking for the vibrators that kind of thing. I wondered if there was anything new in. Something you could recommend?” I mumble.

  “Depends what you’re looking for Sir.” She bustles ahead of me, her oversized ass testing the limits of her tight pencil skirt.

  “We have the ever-popular rabbits including the very latest version.” A thick, manicured finger points to the rows and rows of pink and purple two-piece hi-tech rods in front of us.

  “Yes, she already has one of those,” I say quickly, anxious the assistant doesn’t think I’m looking for something for myself.

  “Is there anything new, something that might work better than the rabbit?”

  “The rabbit doesn’t work?” the tangerine forehead crinkles at me.

  “Well, it doesn’t seem to be ideal.” I blush.

  She’s handling a ‘tester’ in front of me, showing me t
he moving parts and explaining more than I care to hear about how they function.

  “Ah, wait a moment.” She replaces the rabbit on a display table and that ass wobbles over to the other shelf.

  “We do have a couple of new arrivals which have had very good reviews.” She lifts a purple U-shaped monster down and holds it up for me.

  “Our new DP – double penetration model,” fingers fondle both heads of the item. “One for the front and the other for the back.”

  I shake my head. I’ve never suggested anal to my wife but I’m pretty positive it isn’t anything she’d ever agree to.

  “Then there are these; – love bullets, nice and gentle.” The woman holds two lilac-colored eggs and a matching remote controller in her hand.

  I sigh at the memory of various sex toys I’ve bought over the years. On a shelf behind the woman’s head stand rows of realistic cock-shaped dildos, similar to the last toy I took home for Lily. One she refused to even get out of the packaging because of what she called its ‘ridiculous size.’

  I buy the love-eggs then call at another store in the mall for some flowers.

  By the time I’m back home I’m already having second thoughts about trying to have some fun with Lily and the love eggs. She isn’t due back for a while yet so I put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen and take the sex toy to our bedroom. Maybe I ought to wait until the weekend before trying to introduce it. She’ll probably be tired after being in the office all day and then working out at the gym on the way back. At least by Friday or Saturday she’ll be more relaxed and will probably have had a couple of glasses of wine.

  Why do I do this? I always try to postpone things so I don’t have to face up to them. This is why I’ve let the situation in bed between us drift for so long.

  Sometimes I wish I could be more forceful and demanding about what I want. The problem is, it’s not always easy for a submissive guy like me to take charge of a situation.

  Sure, Lily might say ‘It doesn’t matter’ or it’s ‘not important’ that she doesn’t cum when we have sex; but it does matter. I mean, what kind of husband can’t make the woman he loves climax? More to the point; what kind of husband doesn’t even bother trying anymore?

  I look across to the small table next to her side of the bed. I wonder whether she still keeps her journal. If she does, and it’s still in her drawer, it might give me a clue about how she’s really feeling.

  One little peek wouldn’t matter would it? Not it if was done to help our relationship.

  I sit on Lily’s side of the bed and rummage around her drawer through a mess of magazines, hand creams, lip balms and a couple of novels. I dig down underneath a small nightie until my hand freezes.

  My fingers move slowly around on a hard lumpy texture at the bottom corner of the drawer. My heart beats quickly as I withdraw what I think I’ve found.

  In my hand is an enormous phallus-shaped vibrator. Its fake veins as thick as earth-worms. The same 9 inch ‘extra thick’ model Lily recoiled from when I first offered it to her months ago.

  I twist the base of the brutal-looking weapon and it buzzes aggressively.

  She’s put batteries in it. She’s using it!

  Chapter Two

  I stare at the huge dildo in my hands, trying to work-out the significance of it being where I found it. My blood has run cold. I’d assumed this thing would still be in its packaging, collecting dust with the other sex toys we’ve bought over the years, most used only once or twice.

  If she’s got into the habit of using this to get herself off with then no wonder she doesn’t cum with me.

  I check the time. Lily should be back in around half an hour. I want to take a shower and think about what, if anything I say to her about this.

  Stripping for the shower I study myself in the full-length mirror. I can’t deny I’ve let myself get out of condition the last couple of years. It’s not easy carrying any extra weight when you’re only my height. I pick the dildo up from the bed and hold it close to my groin. It’s like a forearm with a fist next to my wrinkled little thing. OK, so my cock’s soft at the moment, but this thing would be more than three time my size even if I was hard.

  I put the dildo back carefully where I found, shower and try to work out what this all means. I guess I must have got some sort of a thrill at the idea of my wife using that thing back when I first bought it. Even so, my usual submissive fantasies have really only ever been about Lily tying me up or being in charge in the bedroom. Now though, there’s a weird element of submissive excitement in my belly about Lily having secretly ‘replaced’ me with an everlasting silicon lover treble my size.

  I push the thought to the back of my head as I move around under the hot jets of water. Am I going to tell her I found it there in her drawer and ask her about it?

  A couple of hours later I’m sitting up in bed trying to discretely watch my wife get ready to join me. Even though I’ve got increasingly worked up the more I’ve thought about it all night, I’ve decided I can’t mention the dildo. At least not yet. I don’t want Lily thinking I’ve been snooping on her.

  She sits at her dressing table tying her ‘dirty’ blonde hair back above her head and unbuttoning her black blouse. I watch the swell of her big natural bosom in the reflection. She might go to a gym and spa three times a week on her way home from work but she’s never been one of those ‘wiry’ athletic types. She’s toned up a lot over the last few months but she’s still curvy with full hips and a sumptuous round ass as well as those breasts.

  She slips a short purple night gown over her head and climbs into bed next to me. My hands are on her almost before she’s been able to open her paperback.

  “Are you feeling OK Vaughn?” she raises her eyebrows looking surprised.

  “Lie back for me.” I say, still unable to shake the vision of her with the giant dildo.

  She laughs but puts down her book and lowers her head onto her pillow. I kiss her throat, her neck and one of her ears.

  “Mmm, that’s nice,” she smiles and closes her eyes.

  I’m hard already and now even more weirdly, actually finding something arousing about the way my client had talked about Lily earlier. I don’t even understand it myself.

  I slide down the bed, lifting the silky fabric of Lily’s night dress and planting little kisses on her warm belly. Her legs move underneath me.

  She moans as I reach the musk below her waist

  I blow into the heat between her legs and she moans again.

  My face nestles against the nest of tightly trimmed hair and her legs part slightly. I bury my tongue into the tanginess between her lower lips. Above me I think Lily groans. I lap and suck at the slippery folds, my mind filled with images of her seeking satisfaction from a huge false cock behind my back.

  I feel her body move and I pause long enough to look up and see Lily raise her arms up the bed in familiar fashion. She spreads them out wide on the mattress, under the headboard as if being restrained by some invisible intruder.

  My cock is in my hand now as I continue to lap. Lily’s hips begin writhing. Does she imagine the dildo is some hugely-endowed admirer fucking her when she uses it - not some imitation cock?

  Maybe this thought shouldn’t be exciting me, but oh God it does! Someone with the ability to make my wife cum, squirt so much that she drenches him.

  I’m jerking now, frantic as I lick and lap at Lily so hard that my tongue and jaw quickly begin to ache. Lily’s excitement is building. Her body writhes against my face and can’t bare it any longer. I push up onto my knees and plunge my throbbing erection between her long legs. They come up around my back and tighten. How small I must feel to her compared to that silicon beast. Insanely this thought pushes me over the edge. My body tenses and I gasp beyond the point of no return.

  8-30a.m. after Lily has left for the office and my head is all over the place. I’m at my desk in the back bedroom needing to start some website development work for a new client. Instead I’m
typing ‘non-orgasmic wife’ and ‘can’t satisfy my wife’ into the search engine.

  Despite my illogical arousal last night the more sensible part of my head wants to try to improve my performance with my wife. Surely there must be plenty of other wives who love their husbands but find it difficult to cum once they’re married?

  I find countless links to articles about ‘setting the mood’ with ‘candle-lit dinners’, ‘essential oils and massage’ and ‘subdued lighting’. There are whole websites devoted to foreplay techniques, ‘delaying the male orgasm’ and lists and images of unfeasible sexual positions designed to reach that elusive g-spot. There are even articles about ‘what her mind might be preoccupied with’ which could be preventing her from relaxing and ‘getting into it’.

  Two hours later I still haven’t made a start on the work for my client. Instead I’m browsing a blog post about ‘10 most common reasons women can’t climax.’ In particular a paragraph about the importance of sharing sexual fantasies. It’s a theme that’s appeared on lot of stuff I’ve read this morning.

  A wave of sadness washes over me that Lily was so unimpressed when I confessed my own fantasies to her. She’s always denied having any of her own and I’ve always felt too awkward to push the subject with her. Everything I’ve read today says every woman fantasises.

  If I’m going to have any chance of making things better between us in bed I need to know. The only problem is that means trying to ‘man up’ and make her tell me.

  Chapter Three

  “You’re not going start on about wanting me to be the boss in bed again are you Vaughn?” Lily laughs and sips her JD and cola at the bar. Wednesday’s aren’t a night she usually goes to the gym after work so we’re in a quiet place in town this evening for a drink and something to eat.

  “No I’m not bothered about all that,” I lie. “I just thought if you did have any secret fantasies you’ve never told me about - you should do. I mean, if we talked about it.... it might be fun to explore them. That’s all I meant.”