Chapter 4 - Richmond's Resolution

KEVIN BLANDON

“Do I look OK?” Evie asks me again. This time to the soundtrack of soft music in the elevator. Her lips are painted chilli red and her big brown eyes, framed by painstakingly drawn, thick eyeliner gaze right at me.

I press the smoothly-operating button for the top floor and the Penthouse, then despite my aching frustration, I reach across to caress the side of her blonde head.

Her hand intercepts mine before my fingers reach her thick hair. “It took me ages to get my hair right, Kev,” she says and gently holds onto my wrist. Her violet-scented perfume is new, and laid on thick. She eyes herself in one of the smoked glass walls. Her makeup is bold and heavy for so early in the evening. “You sure you don’t think the dress is too much?” She lets go of my arm and opens up her long, cream-colored mac to give me another torturous view of what’s inside.

“Wow,” I groan again and shake my head at the sight underneath.

It’s a good job she wore the coat. Especially for the walk across the parking lot and through the manned reception downstairs.

Evie’s minuscule, silky red dress is more like a negligee. It shows the whole length of her legs. Bare from the tops of her thighs right down and past her anklet to open-toe, red high heels. A plunging neckline further up puts plenty on display there too.

“He’ll be all over you when he sees you,” I say.

“That’s the idea,” she smiles, and then letting the sides of her coat fall and cover her dress again, she bends slightly at the knee and feels the front of my pants. Long fingers with painted nails grip the steel rings of the chastity belt inside.

“Oh God Evie,” I groan again and all I want now is to be let out of this while we’re in Richmond’s new apartment with him. It’s been two weeks. I’m going out of my mind. Barely sleeping. Even Spens at the office has been asking me if I’m ‘OK’, and telling me how ‘highly strung’ I seem.

I’d like to see him put up with this if Huey, our boss, had him in chastity.

“Are you going to suck Richmond if he asks you to?” Evie kisses my ear as the elevator stops. But it’s not Richmond’s floor yet.

I knew she’d ask me this.

The elevator doors swish open and a middle-aged lady with a Gucci bag over her shoulder peers at us from outside. “Going up?”

I nod.

“You will, won’t you Kev?” Evie asks when we’re alone again and the elevator is on the climb. She reaches for my cage again and gives it a gentle twist.

“I don’t want to think about any of that,” I say but it’s a lie.

I’ve thought a lot about it. You can’t help it when you’re out of your mind with sexual frustration. Watching your wife get more and more worked up all week in anticipation of seeing her lover again. Watching her beautify herself for him before we left home tonight.

I’m so desperate that I’ve even pictured myself begging on my knees for my release from this cage. Asking Richmond, after he’s all spent with my wife’s body. I’ve imagined paying oral respect again to the man who has sex with my wife. All to earn my ‘freedom’. For him to allow me an orgasm.

“Don’t let me down on it Kev,” Evie says and she plays with her hair. “I want to make the most of it now he’s got the other clubs coming on stream. It’s too good of an opportunity for us. We need to show him we’re his most reliable couple.”

“Yeah,” I croak as she continues to preen herself for her bull. For the bull. For the man who first took her from me.

The elevator stops on the top floor - His floor - and I follow her out into the corridor.

“Ooh, what a lovely carpet,” Evie purrs.

We haven’t been here before and my wife has taken the invite as ‘proof’ that Richmond’s interest in her has heightened again. That he’s keen to make time for us once more. The same way he used to at that hotel suite when he first started fucking Evie.

Maybe she’s right.

I watch her hips sway in the long coat and even though we’ve done something similar to this more times than I can count, still my heart beats out of control. My mouth is dry and my stomach tense. My cock strains against the steel confines of a chastity belt which that man bought.

“Even his door is gorgeous,” Evie’s lacquered red fingernails dance lightly across the teal-blue paintwork of the penthouse suite door before she presses the buzzer.

“Hello, hello,” a deeply tanned Richmond opens up swiftly as if he were standing close to the other side.

I hold my breath.

He’s tie-less, with no jacket either, but a crisply-pressed white business shirt. The top two buttons are undone and part of his broad chest is on show. The pants of his suit look like navy mohair. Behind him is an enormous living room. Multiple leather sofas with a couple around our ages on one of them. They don't look up from their phones but she's a slim blonde with great legs.

“How’s my special girl?” Richmond asks Evie and kisses the side of her face. Both sides.

“I know you say that to all the girls,” Evie sighs but her face has flushed and she lets him unwrap her long coat from around her.

“Close the door, will you Kevin?” he motions with eyes so dark they’re almost black.

“Do you like the dress Richmond?” Evie twirls on her heels for him on the mottled, marble flooring.

“Like it? It almost leaves me speechless,” he takes her hand and leads her further into the apartment. We’re not introduced to the other couple or shown around the living room.

“Woah, don’t you look something?” Walden Barrett sits on a high stool in the gleaming kitchen. He leans a large elbow on the edge of a huge black granite worktop and crunches his teeth into an apple as he surveys my wife. He’s in chinos and loafers.

What’s he doing here? They’re not both planning to…

“Walden was just leaving,” Richmond says like he read my mind and he pauses with my wife’s hand still in his, “He’s just been telling me all about his latest project.”

“Not really a project,” Walden shrugs and wipes apple juice from his gray goatee, “Not one for Traders. Carol, a married piece I’m seeing from time to time. A little older than my usual taste maybe, but nice and curvy. Celtic blood. And it’s been a long time since she had a bull. Or a man at all judging by her appetite,” he sniffs, “Got a taste for getting slapped around a little too. And you know how that appeals to me,” he eyes my wife’s bare thighs.

“Can you see yourself out?” Richmond asks him and moves my wife onward again.

“No worries,” Walden says from behind us, “See you at the weekend Evie.”

"Who were the couple on the sofa, Richmond?" Evie clears her throat as I follow her and Richmond. My cock chokes against the bars of my chastity belt. Long-leaked pre-cum that wept from me before has dribbled to the top of my inner thigh and it’s cold there.

"Sandra and Rene," he says without stopping, "I'm taking them clothes shopping a little later. I had them stop by early. So they could wait around. Enjoy the anticipation."

Part of me wants him to explain what he's just said, but he's on his way to fuck my wife!

“Mr. Barrett back there never ceases to amaze me with the way he always falls on his feet,” Richmond says and opens a door up onto a bedroom. A plush one.

There’s a king-sized bed with dark fur covers on our left. Dead ahead are wide, floor-to-ceiling windows with elegant open curtains and where an old telescope on a tripod faces the evening skyline outside. A high-backed greenish-blue suede chair faces the bed.

My breathing labors.

“Straight to the bedroom?” Evie giggles.

“If you dress so provocatively, young lady,” Richmond gestures at me to close the door, “then you’re going to make a man think of one thing only.”

“It’s a lovely apartment Richmond,” Evie gazes around at the furnishings, “a beautiful bedroom.”

“We can thank the talented Isabel for that,” Richmond smiles at my wife and runs a hand over the outline of her ass.

“What do you mean about Walden always falling on his feet, Richmond?” I ask when I’ve closed the door. My heart races and I want to try to somehow slow it down, as well as the speed that this whole night is moving.

“When Mr. Barrett’s not pulling couples who are willing to let him install CCTV in their bedrooms, he’s finding himself others like his Carol and her husband,” Richmond chuckles as he slips the narrow straps of Evie’s red dress down over her shoulders, “he has him in chastity and little panties cleaning one of Mrs Barrett’s shops in the evening while Carol is put through her paces in the back office there,” Richmond pulls the top of Evie’s dress right down and exposes her tits.

“No bra for easy access,” Richmond nods his approval and suckles on my wife’s boobs.

“The way you like it,” Evie murmurs and caresses his head as her tits are sucked, “Mmm,” she moans and bites her bottom lip.

Richmond peels the dress down over my wife’s stomach and then her hips until she’s stripped bare for his enjoyment.

“No panties either,” Evie grins at him but she flushes too. Her red heels step out from the crumpled dress on the polished wood-block floor. She stands on a white rug in front of the older man in nothing but those heels, her anklet, her hoop earrings, and around her neck on a thin silver chain the tiny key to my chastity belt. Her nipples are stiff.

I tug at my cage.

“You know what I’d like this evening?” Richmond asks and inserts two fingers into my wife’s shaved vagina. The fingers of his other hand fondle the chastity belt key around her neck.

“Ooh, what?” Evie gasps and holds onto his forearm.

“What I’d like,” he says and withdraws the glistening fingers. He feeds them to my wife.

Evie sucks thirstily and gazes up into his eyes. Richmond eases the two fingers knuckle deep into my wife’s mouth.

“Is for Kevin to fluff me for you,” he says and those dark eyes shoot my way. “For him to suck me, but while you’re on your knees for me too, young lady.” He pulls his wet fingers from my wife’s plump lips and sucks them himself.

“Mmm, we can do that for you, Richmond,” she says, her throat and face both flushed now, “Can’t we Kev?” Evie’s fingers fumble at the zipper of Richmond’s pants.

"How long has Kevin been denied this body?" his hands roam over her naked waist and hips.

Oh, Evie.

"A fortnight so far this time Richmond, " Evie says.

"Better," he purrs and gives me a triumphant smile, "but keep it up for me. " His eyes gesture at the white rug.

If I wasn’t locked and if I hadn’t been this way for so long then maybe I’d protest and refuse. But unable to control my shaking, I lower myself to my knees on the rug.

I gaze up beyond the tops of my wife’s bare legs to watch her hand. Both of them now fondle his big cock and hairy balls.

“Oh, Evie,” I murmur from my knees.

Richmond mauls her ass.

“Mmm, look Kev,” she peers down at me, “Look how hard Richmond is already,” she strokes his stiff colossus above my head and his big balls dance under her hands.

Richmond shoves his pants right down to his ankles, uncovering his powerful, bronzed thighs and legs.

I shuffle my position on my knees. I tug at my chastity belt again and I know I’ll do whatever I’m told. In truth, tonight I hardly even need to be told.

“Can I get out of this before Evie and I leave here Richmond?” I mumble as I gaze upward but the question feels rhetorical now and he probably knows that too. My eyes are transfixed by the shining head of his tool and the giant, thick vein on the underside. By my wife’s little hand and her lacquered fingernails as they grip tight and masturbate Richmond.

“Come on Kev, suck Richmond’s beautiful big cock,” she says throatily and she offers him to me. She steps back slightly.

I open my mouth and reach up, and close my eyes.

“That’s it,” Richmond smirks down at me. He rests a hand on top of my head. He bends at the knee and pushes his thick, hard tool deep into my mouth.

“Uhrr-uch,” I gag and my eyes open but I don’t pull back. Even as it reaches the back of my throat.

“Mmm,” Evie moans and fondles his balls again, her nipples like stalks, “That’s it Kev, go on.”

“Remember, I want you on your knees too,” Richmond tells my wife sternly and now both his hands hold my head. He widens his stance.

Evie climbs down naked alongside me, her body warm and her large bare breasts jiggling. Her perfume mixes with his musk. She hugs the side of one of Richmond’s thighs, and she plants kisses all over it.

I suck frantically. Like I’ve got a fever. Like I’m possessed. My shame and self-respect desert me. My wife is obsessed with this man. Without inhibition, I launch my head and shoulders at his manly groin. Terrible, violent sucking noises. I clutch the backs of his strong knees. I accept and draw his iron-hard shaft as deep as I dare. Evie’s fingers caress his balls. I take Richmond so deep and so hard that it hurts the roof of my mouth. But in this humbled, sexually-starved state, all I want is to please Evie’s bull. To give total pleasure to the man who infatuates my wife. Oh, Richmond. I lunge my head at him, gag for the second or third time, so that my eyes water, as Richmond’s penis chokes me.

“Uhhhm,” he groans, “Kneel behind me Evie,” Richmond grips my hair and then tightens his hold there.

“Yes, Richmond,” Evie murmurs, and her bare body moves away from me. She shuffles around his thighs on her knees, tits shuddering and nipples hard. Her lips kiss the sides and then the backs of his legs as she takes up a position at his rear.

Oh, my beautiful Evie.

“I’ve been reading the Marquis De Sade again,” Richmond murmurs from up above.

I suck his cock and gaze up beyond his tanned, toned belly and chest to where his chin is high.

“Mmmm, uhhh, mmm,” Evie moans into his ass, her elbows wide as she holds his cheeks apart and kisses and slobbers there.

“That’s it Evie,” he purrs, “get that little tongue right in there.”

“Mmm, oh, yes Richmond, mmm, yes anything, anything for you.”

“Reading De Sade again after so long,” he says as we worship, “it made me realize just how lenient I’d become over the years with the women in my life. And with their husbands. That’s it, nice and deep. The book was illuminating too about why matters went wrong with Zaria.”

“Mmm, yes Richmond,” Evie says and her mouth sounds obscene.

I caress the cool, spongy flesh of his balls too as I suck for all I’m worth. I suck until the back of my neck aches. Suck on his granite, Godlike manhood.

“I need to keep my young ladies on a shorter leash,” he grips my hair so hard now that it hurts. My mouth slackens around his dick.

“And my boys too,” he grunts and twists my hair, “Suck me properly, Kevin.”

“Ow, yes, yes Richmond,” I groan and my mouth draws him deeper, sucks him harder.

“Mmm,” Evie groans from his ass, “I love it when you talk to Kev that way, Richmond. You can put us both on the shortest leashes you want. Mmm, can’t he Kev?”

“I need you both working extra hard on recruitment,” he pants, “Showing your initiative. Procuring more wives and girls for the additional clubs. Use the prescribed cuckold and hotwife chatrooms. Filter them through the ownedcouples website. You know the routine, but up those numbers.”

“Yes Richmond,” Evie gasps between licks and kisses.

“I want you more involved with the couples that Philip and the others locate too,” he says and one of his hands moves off my head and reaches back to pull Evie’s face further into his ass.

I give my jaw a break and kiss his balls all over.

“Suck Kevin,” Richmond orders.

I open wide and suck again. I do it so hard that my nose presses into his firm lower belly.

“You can help to encourage and reassure other couples about the benefits of Traders,” he grunts, “We have several promising new ones.”

I back away and draw my lips down his thick length.

“And Kevin, we need to fully integrate Grace, your work colleague’s wife. I need you to extol the virtues of chastity to him too. Evie, speak to Philip about Marcella. See if you can help get her on track too. She was very promising at our last S&M night.”

“Mmm,” Evie moans but I’m not sure she’s even listening to him.

“Uhh, Evie,” he says and then groans loudly, like the pleasure that our mouths serve has almost overtaken him, “You’re our leading light now, you should be setting the bar for all our other girls.”

“Mmm, yes Richmond,” Evie moans.

“I want you tattooed and pierced like we’ve talked endlessly about before. No excuses anymore. If you're anxious about the visibility of ink at the base of your spine, uhh, then let's have you marked just above your vagina. You can grow your pubic hair back if you ever need to conceal it. And I want you on hotel work with VIP clients too. Ohh yes, here it cums, uhh, here it cums.”

“Give to me Richmond,” Evie squeals and she scurries around on her knees to me, drool running down her chin she grabs at his cock and pulls it from me toward her gaping her mouth, “I want your cum, I want your cum.”

I push my face up alongside hers and close my eyes. I leave my mouth open too and gaze up as Richmond’s thighs tense.

Author's Notes

What are your thoughts now about Kev and Evie and their relationship with Richmond? Do you expect her to finally agree to be tattooed for him? If so, what should it say? What do you expect next from them, and from Richmond?

Next week, Chapter 5 sees Lanie in close-up, through the eyes of a new character.

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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.