Tom sat with his head in his hands on the bed trying to understand what has happened. Last night he witnessed his wife of twenty five years being publicly humiliated and her having sex with another man. It was a fantasy of theirs and he had done everything he could to bring it to fruition. He admitted it was even better than every scenario he and Lori had acted out over the last year. Except he didn’t cum. She did often, and Ian did but not him.
Tom wasn’t upset about that, he figured he would have the rest of their trip to England and the rest of their lives to reenact each detail of what happened last night. No, what he was surprised and upset about was his wife left with Ian this morning. She shaved her cunt, to prove she was his slut, for him and followed him out the door without even a word. By doing what Ian asked she was agreeing to extend her submission to Ian for the rest of their time in Great Britain.
Ian had told Tom, since he was only taking her shopping and to lunch there was no reason for him to tag along. He told Lori to put on a dress and heels, nothing else and go with him. He said when he used the slut later on he’d be sure Tom was present to watch.
Tom looked out the window at the beautiful sea side resort of Brighton. It was a clear day and instead of spending it with his wife exploring the historical sites he was afraid to leave the room. Afraid if he wasn’t here when they returned he might anger them, or worse go without him.
Three hours later Lori returned to the room , alone, carrying a few shopping bags from stores in the area. She told him Ian had picked out some outfits for her to wear. Tonight they would be going out for drinks at another nearby pub.
Tom cleared his voice, “Lori, I know you enjoyed last night, God knows I did, but how can you make a decision like this. Without even talking to me. You decided to stay here for the rest of our vacation, to cancel the three days in London....all of that without even saying anything.”
Lori did not raise he voice, though Tom knew she was angry by the tone, “Well Tom, did you consult with me about your three months of internet chatting with Ian. About how you told him my fantasies so I would be more likely to fall for him. About how you faked sickness so I’d be extra horny. About how you conveniently forgot your wallet so I’d be alone in the pub. Did you discuss any of that. Did you Tom!”
“I, I..I don’t know what he told you Lori,” Tom stuttered trying to think quickly, “It wasn’t like that....”
“It wasn’t Tom,” Lori cut him short, “at lunch today Ian showed me the E-mails from you, the copies of the chats you had. He even had recordings of your phone calls.”
“I’m sorry, Lori. I thought I was helping us, making our fantasy real for one day. Just one day.”
“You know Tom, maybe I could have believed that. I admit I enjoyed last night. Very much. But you weren’t planning OUR fantasy but YOURS. I saw the notes where you told Ian I was turned on by other women and wanted to be forced to service their cunts. I don’t remember that Tom. Or, or how I wanted to wear a butt plug in public. Did I say that Tom? Or how about the thing about when I am real horny and acting like a bitch I sometimes tell you I’d like that to really happen. A dog, for Christ’s sake Tom, how could you!”
Tom’s eyes started to moisten and he held his head down. “I am so sorry Lori. I never thought this would happen. I got carried away, I’d never let any one make you do those things.”
“Bull shit! You let him piss on me in an alley to mark his property. You didn’t say a word today when he told you I was his slut for as long as he wants. I loved you once, and you’re the father of my kids but you better stay out of this till we get home. Maybe we can work it out then, but for now I am going to do only one thing. Be Ian’s slut. I liked last night and want to continue.”
Her voice never reached a higher than normal volume but her eyes told Tom he may have risked everything for his fantasy. She told him they were to meet Ian in an hour. She needed to get dressed. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of her black panties. She threw them at Tom.
“Ian wants you to wear them tonight. He wants you to know you are a pussy and there is no chance for you getting anything from me tonight! If you don’t wear them, don’t bother coming with me.”
She carried the shopping bags into the bathroom and closed the door. Tom picked up the panties from the floor and began to unbuckle his belt. He knew he should grab her and take her to the nearest train station and leave. He should kick in the bathroom door. But instead he felt his cock swell and harden as he slipped on her lacy underwear.
There was a knock at the door and Tom answered it.
“Hello, Sir I have a package from Mr. Holms,” stated the young bell boy.
“Mr. Holms?”
“Yes Sir, Ian Holms, the owner, my boss.”
“Oh, OK...I’ll take it,” Tom realized he had never asked Ian his last name.
“I’m sorry Sir, Mr. Holms said I was only to give it to the...the slut,” the boys couldn’t keep eye contact and looked at his feet.
Tom could not believe the brashness of Ian. To include a bell boy in this, to have him call her a slut. He knocked on the bathroom door and told Lori the bell boy had something from Ian and he had to give it to her personally. Lori walked out of the bathroom in her robe.
“Ma’am,” he pulled two plastic bottles out of the bag with large bent straw like tips. “Mr. Holms wants you to...to wash out your arsehole with these enemas. He, he..then. I..I’m sorry Ma’am, but I need this job. Then after I am suppose to insert this in your arse.” He held up a red butt plug. “He said to thank your husband for the idea.”
If looks could kill, Tom would have been long gone. Lori grabbed the two enema bottles and went into the bathroom. The two men, who really had nothing to say to each other stood quietly in the bedroom. After hearing the toilet flush twice the bathroom door opened and Lori walked out.
“OK, let’s do this now,” and she started to turn.
“I’m sorry Ma’am, there is more. You are to be naked and leaning over the ottoman by the window. Mr. Holms will be watching from another room.”
The anger and humiliation was subsiding and the excitement was rising. Lori could feel the heat in her body as she dropped the robe and walked over to the window. She opened the curtain and pushed the ottoman near the window. She was going to perform well for Ian. She got on her knees and laid across the stool. She reached around and spread her cheeks for the bell boy.
She could only imagine he was as embarrassed as she was. He walked over and pulled a tube of lubricant and the butt plug out of the bag. He remembered Mr. Holmes’ instructions and laid both on her back. He then put a rubber glove on his right hand. He could hear his heart beating and looked over at the husband who was standing and watching everything.
He grabbed the tube and squirted a little on her asshole, and heard her reaction to the cold. He placed more on his index finger and started to rub it over her rosebud. He stuck his finger in and stopped when he heard the intake of her breath. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her. He fucked her ass for ten times as he had been told, then pulling out his finger with an audible pop.
He reached for the red butt plug and put some lube on it. He pushed it against her ass and figured there was no way it would fit. But as he pushed the orifice opened and once the larger part passed the rim it popped in until the round base was all he could see. It looked to him like a giant red eye. He rose and remembered his last instruction; he pulled off the glove and dropped it on her back. He said his thanks and left quickly.
Lori let go of her ass cheeks and stood slowly. She had to admit it didn’t hurt but she felt very full. She wasn’t sure how it would feel when she sat down. She was ready to say something to Tom when the phone rang.
She lifted it and heard that familiar voice, “Good job slut. I wonder if any of my other customers were watching from their rooms. Get dressed and be in the lobby in 12 minutes.”
Lori dressed quickly in the outfit Ian had chosen this afternoon. She smiled to herself, knowing he had made her use Tom’s credit card for all the purchases and even lunch. Tonight she was wearing a black diaphanous long sleeve blouse with a black silk camisole underneath. She had a skirt that was just above her knees and slit up each side along the leg to about mid thigh. It was black also. She had black thigh high stockings and her black heels. When she looked at herself in the mirror she was pleased. She looked sexy but not cheap. This was an outfit she’d have no problem wearing when she got back to California.
It was a little uncomfortable walking with the butt plug but she found herself adjusting to the pressure and discomfort. They went down to the lobby and met Ian, who was dressed in his black leather pants and a silver and black dress shirt. He signaled to one of his employees as they approached him.
Lori was embarrassed when she recognized the bell boy from earlier today. Her face flushed. Ian introduced him as Roger, a student at the University of Sussex who had been working at the hotel for a little over a year. Ian then spoke to Tom.
“Tom, do you realize these kids who work for me are mostly starving students. I don’t pay them much, so their real source of income is tips. Now Roger here, tells me you didn’t tip him even a pound, and after what he did for your wife.”
Lori’s face turned bright red. Ian was in the lobby of the hotel talking about tipping this boy for putting a butt plug up her ass! Tom was equally embarrassed and was stuttering and reaching in his pocket for his wallet. Lori could not believe her husband’s behavior around Ian.
“I think ten pounds should be about right for lubing and inserting a plug in an arse, don’t you Tom. Don’t forget to thank the boy.”
Tom handed the note to the bell boy and grumbled a thank you. He then ask Ian to speak privately for a minute. They walked away from Lori who continued to blush when she saw the bell boy,in a group of hotel employees pointing at her .
“Ian, I cannot believe you kept records of our discussions and showed them to Lori. You may have ruined my marriage. I think this has to stop.”
