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  Breaking us Both 3

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

  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:

  How does a Cuckold husband cope with a life in chastity and a submissive wife obsessed with her dominant bisexual lover?

  Submissive husband Vaughn is struggling to come to terms with his place in the three-way relationship he himself introduced his wife to. But ‘come to terms with it’ he must. Because if he doesn’t, it seems certain his young wife and the dominant older man she’s starting to worship will simply carry on without him.

  As he’s placed in chastity his sexual frustration inevitably mounts. So too do the increasingly outrageous and shameful demands placed on him and his hotwife by wealthy older male Richmond.

  When the couple’s dominant training and cuckolding deepen to involve group and public humiliation, Vaughn is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his marriage and himself.

  How will Vaughn deal with the degrading discipline and the unbearable level of control the older alpha male is determined to impose on the young couple’s lives?

  This full novella-size 22k+ word wife sharing erotica ebook adventure, written from the husband’s point of view, contains explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including humiliation, group sex, forced bi and sissy humiliation, submission, spanking and cuckolding. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

  Chapter One

  “Lily is looking well,” George our neighbour is hunched over his smouldering barbecue grill. He wipes his brow with a heavily-freckled forearm before trying to spear a cremated-looking burger.

  I glance across to the other side of his large patio to check out my wife. She’s standing amongst his other guests and George is right. She looks radiant; ‘glowing’ almost.

  Her hair is up in a high pony tail. Even though I know exactly how beautiful she is, she can still surprise me when her hair is up away from her face like that. Those high cheek bones, her naturally swollen lips and smouldering green eyes become even more striking.

  She sees me looking and smiles over at me.

  In that simple off the shoulder orange summer dress who would guess? It covers most of her legs and only hints at the well-rounded curves of her bust and ass.

  Perfectly respectable. I smile to myself despite the familiar anxiety in my stomach. Acting ‘normally’ in social situations like these isn’t always easy when your wife has a lover. Especially when that lover is a man like Richmond.

  Gradually I become aware I’m staring at Lily. Does everyone else sense her new-found sexual satisfaction?

  “She still going to the gym?” George thrusts out the barbecue fork offering me the scorched quarter pounder. “Wish I could get my other half to do the same. Her only exercise these days is lifting bags of Doritos.”

  I laugh and look over again to Lily. She looks so comfortable here amongst our friends and neighbours. People who think they know us well. Some of them she was even at college with. Who would even believe the truth about what’s going on in our relationship?

  “I was just telling your husband Lily,” George says as we make our way back to the group, “You’ll have to give the details of your gym to my good lady wife here. She’s been looking to join one. Isn’t that right darling?”

  I glance quickly at Lily. She shifts position on her feet but she’s laughing along with everyone else. George’s wife Marion is showing her husband the middle-finger.

  Thankfully the subject is changed when someone announces the football is about to start. I troop obediently through to the TV room with the rest of the guys.

  For the whole of the first half I’m able to almost completely forget about Richmond and concentrate on the match. But once we’re back outside in the glaring sunlight that all changes.

  “You never said anything before about being into swinging.” George pops the lid off another bottle of bud and grins ear to ear at my wife. His free hand tugs the waist of his Bermuda shorts further up his belly.

  All the girls are seated around a couple of tables now and for a second, below her sunglasses, Lily’s mouth slackens.

  “Your anklet,” George points towards one of my wife’s sandals. With her long legs crossed, her skirt has risen slightly up her right leg. Glinting in the sun on her slender ankle is the delicate silver chain Richmond bought her.

  “Swinging?” I straighten my gaping mouth, bewildered and terrified with where this conversation may be heading.

  “Oh ignore him Lilian,” George’s wife Marion frowns at him, “He never could handle his drink.”

  “I thought it was well known that ankle chains are worn by swingers? Surely Vaughn told you that Lily?” he laughs.

  “Well I think it looks hot,” one of the other girls reaches across and pats my wife’s knee.

  “That’s the idea,” George slurs and holds his Bud up towards me with a grin.

  “I never heard that before about anklets. I’ve got one myself somewhere. I think they’re real pretty,” says someone else.

  It’s a good job we’re in bright sunlight now because I suspect both my face and Lily’s would look scarlet under the right lighting.

  Walking home Lily doesn’t even mention the anklet comment but I can’t stop thinking about it. My insecurities over her with Richmond seem to have been re-opened. They seep like open wounds through my head. What the hell are we doing? I thought I’d convinced myself everything would be OK, that we could carry on with our everyday lives around him. But can we? Can we really?

  What if she’s confided in one of her friends? One of ‘our’ friends? How long would it be before everyone got to know? How the hell would we handle that?

  I need to check online about anklets when we get home. See whether they really do have some sort of link with swinging or whether what happened earlier was just another ‘George the drunk’ incident.

  “Widely recognized as a symbol that a woman is a hot wife or slut wife and available to other men for sexual activity.” I’m in our bathroom, my eyes moving back and forth repeatedly across my phone screen. My heart is racing. ‘Available to other men for sexual activity,’ I read the Urban Dictionary website phrase again.

  I just thought those pieces of jewellery were sexy-looking decorations for a shapely ankle. Was Richmond aware of the ‘message’ or ‘symbolism’ associated with them or does he just like the look of them on a woman?

  “Did Richmond say anything to you about that when he bought it for you Lily?” Back in our bedroom I nod towards my wife’s bare feet. She’s at her dressing table taking off her eye
make-up.

  “What do you mean?” she continues wiping around her face in the mirror

  “You know, about swinging.”

  “Oh Vaughn it was just George. You know what he’s like.” she moves her head from side to side, examining herself in the mirror before rising and starting to take off her dress.

  I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her strip down to her white lace bra and panties. ‘Available to other men for sexual activity’ echoes around my head. My groin stirs.

  “God you look hot,” I say and it’s impossible to look at her curvy 25 year old body now and not think of Richmond. Somehow the very sight of her nude or semi-nude like this is inseparably linked with her unfaithfulness.

  “I’m horny.” I encircle her with my arms, fumbling with her bra strap. I unclip it and the tension yields, freeing her weighty pale breasts. My eyes quickly roam over them for any traces of the bites he left on her when he last had her. It’s been over a week. We used a cold-compress of ice cubes in a small towel to help fade them. So they wouldn’t draw attention when she got changed at the gym.

  Now only one pale bruise remains. Close to a strawberry-colored nipple. The sight of it again and of what it signifies, inflames me.

  I kiss her and my hands explore the smooth flesh of her hips.

  “I thought we could have a bit of fun tonight anyhow,” Lily says, breaking free of me.

  Hurriedly I drop my pants and shorts as I watch her open the drawer of her bedside drawer. Is she looking for that huge dildo for herself? Does it remind her of him?

  “All that talk about what Richmond bought for me,“ she grins and shakes a little white box at me, “What about this that he bought for you? You haven’t even tried it. Let’s put it on.” She sits crossed legged on the bed in her white panties examining the contents of the chastity belt box.

  Neither of us has mentioned this ‘gift’ since they brought it back from their weekend away. Maybe we’ve both been too preoccupied trying to come to terms with what’s happening.

  Lily’s bare chest rises and falls. Her lacquered fingernails pick through the contents of the box. I glance down at her anklet hanging innocently above the high arch of her bare foot and my balls tighten. I’ll never look at that piece of jewellery the same way again.

  Lily holds the white box out towards me. My wife wants to lock up me up so I have to wait to have her. She wants to incapacitate me between the legs before we have sex. Who else but a cuckold husband could find something positively thrilling in this?

  But it’s beyond thrilling as I take the box from her. My whole body is throbbing at the prospect of being denied for a while and teased before I get to have her.

  “I’ll try to put it on, but I think I’ll have to splash some cold water on myself first.” I laugh and take the main part of the device from the box. I hold it up in front of us both. It’s a hard and transparent silicon sheath a couple of inches long. “There’s no way I’ll be able to get myself in that until this goes down,” I point between my legs.

  Lily’s slim fingers cover her mouth and her eyes crinkle with laughter.

  “If you come any nearer to me it’s not going to help. I’ll go and do it myself in the bathroom.” I shake my hips and stiffness at her.

  “I’m going to hide this while you’re in the bathroom,” she holds up the little copper-colored key and her bare breasts swell. “Just snap the padlock in place when you’ve got the whole thing on. Then when you get back here I’ll be waiting.” She shuffles backwards up the bed until her back and blonde head reach the headboard. She grins at me.

  By the time I’ve made sense of the leaflet with the fitting instructions and returned to our room Lily is sitting up in bed reading.

  “You’re going to be desperate by tomorrow morning.” She looks up from her magazine and smiles at me.

  “Tomorrow morning?” I stare at her; I thought the idea was a few minutes teasing while wearing this before it came off and we had sex.

  “What do you mean tomorrow?”

  Chapter Two

  Sunday morning, but it feels like it should still be Saturday night. What a sleep that wasn’t. I hardly got a wink wearing this thing between my legs. I kept waking and it wasn’t just the weird weight and sensations of the hard shell and padlock hanging off my groin. Every time Lily’s bare leg or thigh moved against my flesh I was aware. My nerve endings all over my body seem so much more sensitive now I’m physically incapable of having sex.

  It’s almost like your body feels the primal urge to mate is under threat, so it doesn’t want to risk the possibility missing any opportunity. It wants to make sure even the slightest hint of sexual activity is acted upon.

  Whatever it is, it doesn’t make for much sleep with woman like Lily next to you. Not when you can’t have her.

  She’s still flat out. She crashed shortly after I climbed in to bed last night with this on. It must have been the wine at the barbecue. The least I expected was a little bit of teasing before being let out and then having sex. I mean, she examined this on me, had a laugh at how I looked in it, but then she fell asleep.

  I grip the shell of the belt and pull at it. It’s like some sort of weird mobile bondage you can’t shake off. You kind of have a permanent semi-erection on, but you can’t get any more than that. There isn’t the room in the device for your shaft to expand into. When it tries – it hurts. When you’re awake like this you can at least try to control your thoughts. But if you’re sleeping, no matter how lightly, then like I learnt last night- you’re in for an uncomfortable time.

  I take another look at Lily’s beautiful face framed on her pillow by her fair hair. I’m going to the bathroom for a pee then I have to wake her.

  As I also found out last night; even using the toilet wearing this thing is an ordeal. You can’t pee standing up. I’m sitting here doing it like a girl. This is a total mind-fuck. As soon as I’ve woken Lily I’ll find out where she put the key last night and then I’m out of this. I need to cum.

  I make my way back to our bedroom conscious of the weight between my legs. Gravity pulling on the device. Not that it’s especially heavy. But it’s a constant reminder that you’re under control sexually.

  Lily’s awake, sitting up rubbing her eyes. I stand there hands on hips displaying myself to make a joke of the situation. Lily bursts out laughing.

  “Never mind laughing, get the key and let me out of it.” I’m laughing myself despite my mounting frustration.

  “I’ve only just woken up,” she yawns.

  “Lucky you. So where did you put it?” I’m around at her side of the bed, sliding her drawer open and starting to rummage through it.

  “Hey, that’s private.” She closes the drawer sharply and I have to whip out my fingers to stop them getting trapped. One of her hands rests lightly on the underside my balls.

  “Oooh, that feels good Lily. Get me out of here please.”

  “Tonight if you’re good,” she pushes off the bed covers and brushes past me, gloriously and torturously naked.

  “Tonight? You’re kidding right?” I watch the cheeks of round ass move as she saunters from the room to the en-suite.

  I want her, I’m close to desperate. But something about my sexy wife wanting to deny me has my stomach knotting with desire. What do I do? Do I complain about having to wait until tonight or just meekly accept it? What does she expect? Why’s she doing this to me now?

  I think back to what she saw me do for Richmond that evening after their trip. The act we’ve never dared discuss. Do I really want her thinking I’m not a real man? A wimp?

  “Come on Lily, get the key;” I say when she returns to the room, “I’m dying for you,” I pull her warm body to me.

  “I don’t really think you’re in a position to do anything about it though do you?” she smiles slyly at me and her fingers trace around my balls. Painfully lightly.

  I want to assert myself, to demand she unlocks me and that we have sex. Yet at the same tim
e her teasing and rejection make my whole body tremble. A man like Richmond would never put up with being denied when he wanted my wife – or indeed when he wanted any woman.

  After breakfast, with the sun shining I put on a baggy pair of shorts to hide the outline of my chastity belt and go out to mow the lawns. At least this should give me something to concentrate on rather than obsessing about my straining semi-erection.

  I start around the front of the house. I march slowly back and forth over the lawn with the sun on my back and it isn’t long before my thoughts return to Richmond and Lily.

  Why has she never once mentioned what he made me do to him when he came here? Sometimes it still seems unreal that it actually happened. I risked kneeling at the feet of another man and doing the unspeakable to him in front of my wife.

  If my mind hadn’t been scrambled by what I’d watched him do to Lily moments earlier, there’d have been no way I’d have done it. The very thought is unimaginable. I still can’t think about in any detail. It makes my face burn even when I’m alone.

  I’ve been convinced Lily’s upbringing about what ‘real men’ do and ‘could never’ do would have left her horrified by what she saw. But there’s been no reaction. Not even a single question or comment to me. We’ve had sex as often as we always have – even though I still jerk off more than we actually do it together.

  Maybe she hasn’t brought it up because she’s embarrassed about what I saw her do in our house with him? Maybe she’s more concerned about that? I guess once you’ve been fucked on all fours by someone else in your own home and in front of your husband, then your whole idea of what’s acceptable behaviour by other people changes.

  Come on Vaughn, you know that can’t be true. Sucking another man’s cock? The kind of guys Lily grew up around would’ve probably beaten a guy senseless for doing anything like that.

  A slamming car door jolts me out of my musing.