Chapter 15 - Above & Beyond

KEVIN

“Game’s coming back on,” Walden gestures at the TV screen. Evie still kneels naked on the puddled red mat, sucking clean one of the last finisher’s limp dicks. Cum glazes her body. It slides from the undersides of her tits and drips off her chin, it sugarcoats her hair. Most of the other men have re-assembled across the room, near the big screen.

“Beer over here,” Walden yells from with them and he whistles at Sandra.

“Bring paper towels too,” someone else calls out, “I’ve got a stain on my pants.”

Walden snaps his fingers repeatedly and whistles again.

The slender Sandra scurries into action.

Across the mat, Joe helps his shaky wife to her feet. And because her hair is a darker shade than my Evie’s, the snotty mess threaded through hers is easier to spot than the men’s ‘leftovers’ in Evie’s blonder, matted locks. But both wives will need thorough showers.

Degraded though the pair of them have been - all four of us have - my dick pulsates and strains in my chastity belt.

God, what I’d give to get out of this and cum right now. Like all the other men who’ve had their pleasure tonight because of my wife.

But I know for a fact she didn’t even bring a key.

And in this state, even that excites me too.

Evie’s final guy wanders off with his beer and I reach down to help my nude, used wife up. One of her heels must have slipped off at some point over the last fifteen minutes so I have to support her while she gets her foot back into her shoe again.

I hold her carefully though. I don’t want to get any of their gooey filth on my clothes. And holy crap, she smells so strongly of it. I don’t know if the stench will ever leave my nostrils.

“How was it?” I mumble.

“Wild,” Evie exhales, her tits as pink and blotchy as her hips from the frantic mauling.

Across the red mat, Rachel wipes her throat with some tissues that she must have gotten from Joe. Her tits jiggle, several angry purple bites or hickeys on them, and her nipples still crinkled and hard. There’s a bite on the left side of her neck too. Our wives look like they’ve been fighting together in a wind tunnel.

But despite the remains of the partygoers’ lust left all over their lovely bodies, I can’t help but think that even larger amounts of semen ended up inside them.

If could get at my cock, I’d jack off right here and now while I gazed at Evie. In front of everyone. I wouldn’t care.

No way am I staying in this belt when we get home tonight.

Or going back into it for the night once I’ve cum.

“Do you want us to come with you while you get cleaned up?” I ask Evie then glance over at Joe.

“I think Walden said he had something for you and Kev to do, didn’t he?” Rachel says to her husband.

“Fuck that,” Joe snorts and shakes his head. He looks over at me, “Let’s go with them.”

“Are you pair still here?” Walden yells over at our wives from his seat near the TV, he’s got a beer in his fist now, “Go get cleaned up ready for round two.”

“We’re just on our way,” Rachel shouts back and she gestures Evie in the direction of the double doors.

“I don’t know what those guys’ wives do to keep their husbands happy,” Evie says to Rachel as we head away, “But whatever it is, it’s obviously not enough.”

Rachel laughs but as Joe and I follow the girl’s naked and juddering backsides out of the room, I half expect Walden to call him and me back and try to get us working behind the bar or something.

He doesn’t though. I guess he got absorbed by the game on screen too.

My cock pulses hard against the steel bars of my chastity belt and my heart races as Evie and Rachel lead us into a grotty changing room where their high heels click loudly on the tiled floor. It’s like something from a 1950s movie about a prison. But it’s the same place our wives stripped off before.

The room is cold and the radiator in here isn’t on. Evie shivers, tits quivering, and goosebumps on her blotchy flesh.

There’s a communal shower by the look of it, behind a battered wooden screen in the far corner of the white-tiled room.

“Joe, can you grab me a handful of toilet paper?” Rachel asks her husband, “So I can scrape some more of this mess off me before I jump in the showers? I don’t want to block the drain.”

“I’ll get it,” I say because I’m nearer to the booths than Joe, “I’ll get some for Evie too.”

“Have you got towels?” Joe asks as I head for the nearest toilet.

“Walden left fresh ones for us,” Rachel says.

When I return with the lengths of roll there’s already steam coming from behind the shower screen and no sign of Evie. Rachel stands shivering alongside Joe.

“Your Mrs jumped straight in,” Joe shrugs as I hand his wife both strips of the paper. Rachel has a glistening trail right down the inside of her long left leg. The leak looks like it’s almost reached her dark high heel.

Joe helps clean her down a little more but I don’t know why she doesn’t just dive into the shower with Evie. Is she really so bothered about causing problems with the fucking drains? Is she that keen not to piss Barrett off and do anything that could jeopardize her return to Traders?

“Do you want us to wait here until you get out?” Joe asks Rachel but she shakes her head and runs to the shower.

“Evie forgot to tell you she’s got some mess in one of her shoes Kev,” she calls out with her bare body half-half hidden now behind the shower screen, “She says could you wipe it out for her while she’s getting cleaned up? So it doesn’t dry in her shoe.”

“Please, Kev!” Evie’s voice rings out, echoing the request.

Embarrassed though I am in front of Joe, Evie’s request prickles my frustrated groin. I retrieve my wife’s dainty discarded heels from the tiled floor and then grimace at Joe as I take them to the toilet booth.

“I better get back in there,” he calls out, “In case we’re wanted.”

I peer back at him and he rolls his eyes at me.

“There you are,” Walden greets me almost as soon as I’m finally back in the main room. He’s got a beer in one fat fist and his other arm around a bleary-eyed ‘Keith’, the birthday boy. The pair of them have abandoned the game on the screen as well as the other guys behind them. “Your buddy Joe has gone downstairs to fetch a few more crates of beer up,” Walden squeezes his companion’s shoulder and then points right at me. He grins at the other man, “This one’s wiener is kept under lock and key too, like Pantyboy,” he says.

“Jeez,” Keith shakes his head like he barely believes what he’s been told. “Which one is his wife?”

“Blondie,” Walden grins at me.

“Why, man? Why?” the birthday boy stares at me.

I shrug my shoulders and look down, I feel my face burn.

“Why would you tolerate a sex ban from a woman like her?”

“Cos he loves it,” Walden laughs, “Same as Pantyboy does.”

“The blonde one?” A little bald guy asks and he must have been listening. He looks even more bewildered with the information. And possibly drunker than the other two as well. “Shit, feller,” he shakes his head, “Still, I suppose it keeps her hungry to please at parties like these, huh?”

“Hungry?” Keith laughs, “The bitch was famished for cock.”

I’m shaking and I know that if I hadn’t been locked and starved of Evie for days then there’s no way I’d put up with listening to crap like this. No way I tolerate this level of humiliation. Let alone ‘get off’ on it. In fact, if Richmond was here too, I know only too well what he’d easily talk me into doing for him.

Joe appears a few minutes later with a crate of Michelbob Ultra and then he and I go down to the cellar together to fetch up a couple more too. And another bottle of whiskey.

We take them behind the bar where Rene is busy again rinsing and drying glasses while his pretty partner Sandra rushes about taking and delivering drinks orders from and to the old men. I watch her for a moment. She curtseys constantly and presumably is still complimenting every guest who speaks to her. I wonder if that was Richmond’s idea? Her pert ass is patted or pinched several times by different men and she’s pulled onto the occasional lap and stroked but she always gets up and away fast and she’s never seriously groped.

I guess Walden was at pains to stress Richmond’s rules about his ‘Pet’ project.

With the drinks stowed and Joe invited by Walden to have one for himself, I head for the gents to pee again. And there better be a free booth so I can do it sitting down in this fucking cage.

In the washroom, the hooded Pantyboy is offering the tray of aftershaves to a guest but I ignore the pair of them and make straight for a free booth.

I sit there dripping with pre-cum and wondering what will happen to my wife when she arrives back a second time on that stained mat. And next time, with a roomful of men probably even less inhibited than they were several drinks ago.

My heart races and my trapped, excited cock can barely pee.

I manage eventually though, and after I’ve flushed, I open the door just as Barrett arrives in the washroom. He’s holding hands with Carol, the older, busty barmaid.

“Hey,” he grins at me and has a half-drained glass of beer in his other hand, “Why don’t you stay and watch with the other eunuch?” he turns his attention to the flushed Carol and his eyes gesture her into the booth I just left. “She’s on her break, so I thought she’d like to get ‘on’ something else too. Found myself mightily worked up watching your slutwife strut her stuff out there before,” he unzips and follows his barmaid into the booth.

“Like this Mr. Barrett, Sir?” the red-faced Carol turns her back on us and hauls her dress up her thick thighs. She exposes a big white ass in dark panties. She leans over the pan with her palms flat against the tiled wall above it.

“Who are you expecting to take your knickers down for you?” he moves into the booth with his drink and he slaps at her buttocks.

“Do you want me to take them off for you, Mr. Barrett, Sir?” Pantyboy coughs through his unzipped mouth alongside me.

I stand back a bit, to try and give the hooded guy a better view of his wife through his eye holes.

“You think three of us can squeeze in here, Panty’?” Walden abbreviates the poor guy’s nickname and laughs. He snatches at the back of Carol’s panties, so hard that they rip. She squeals but he drags the torn gusset up and away from her ass and then yanks at the waist two or three times until that too rips.

Close to me, Pantyboy sounds like he’s struggling to breathe through his unzipped mouth.

Walden laughs again and plucks the woman’s underwear right off her body and then reaches over her shoulder and stuffs the torn panties into her mouth.

“Shall I hold your drink, Mr. Barrett Sir?” Pantyboy mumbles, his voice thick now as he stares at the scene.

“No, you shall fucking not,” Walden takes a mouthful and swallows and then he moves up closer behind his waiting partner’s behind, dips at the hips, and thrusts up into her.

Carol groans.

Barrett slaps at her wobbling buttocks with his free hand but it’s Carol who does the work. Clutching back for him with one hand and pushing her big quivering ass back at his heavy pounding.

“What do you say, Pantyboy?” Walden grunts over his shoulder at us as he slaps into Carol. He takes another drink.

“Thank you, Mr. Barrett Sir,” Pantyboy mumbles.

“For fucking your wife, Panty’?”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Barrett, Sir.”

Barrett thumps into the woman and she moans, she whimpers, frantic she praises his lackluster efforts, tells him how ‘good’ he is, and even, at one point, how she ‘loves’ sex with him.

She cums before he does, shrieking so loud that it makes me wince and I peer at the exit, half-expecting people to come running to see if anyone got attacked. Her knees give way and she nearly collapses into the pan and then she’s not helped when Barrett finally ejaculates too. The remains of his beer spill over her back and all over her dress as he crushes against her.

I leave the pair of them with her husband who’s mumbling his thanks again and I stagger half-dazed back to the main room.

Our freshened wives are naked and kneeling again. Down on the red mat together where they writhe in their high heels. They’re cheered on and jeered at by the old men with their drinks. The game is still in progress on the TV but is now largely ignored.

I try to get near enough for a good view of Evie, but those closest to her won’t make way for me.

“Kiss each other,” someone yells at the wives and my gaze picks out the wide-eyed Joe, who for once, isn’t masturbating as he watches.

Evie giggles and Rachel’s hands are on her tits.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the birthday boy gesticulates at them, “Now get your tongue in her mouth.

A guy with big sideburns pulls out his cock and then others follow, like they were only waiting for someone else to go first. And then Walden is back with a fresh drink and he winks at me.

“You lay right down on your back,” Keith gesticulates at Rachel, and the old duffer is warming to his task, taking advantage of this being his night, “Blondie, get right over here, suck her titties.”

The girls giggle and grin at one another as Rachel lays right back and spreads her arms. Evie gets right over her on all fours and ass sticking out, she suckles on Rachel’s bruised tits.

“How fucking hot is that?” someone says in my ear and Joe’s found me.

“Yeah,” I say, but am unable to take my eyes off the action. And I’m frustrated almost to the point of madness because I can’t beat off while I watch. Plus, because I haven’t got a totally clear view.

“Keith, Get them to switch,” someone with his dick in his fist yells, “Make that one go down on the blonde.”

No fucking way.

“Come on,” Rachel leans up giggling, and pulls Evie down. And then Joe’s wife pushes mine’s thighs apart and buries her head right in there.

Holy crap. Is there nothing Joe’s wife won’t do for other men?

I pull at the front of my pants and the hard shell inside.

“Get that tongue right in there, “Walden steps forward onto the mat and grips the back of Rachel’s neck. He grimaces as he holds her firm there between my Evie’s splayed thighs. He rubs her face up and down over my wife’s pussy.

Joe moves away a little from me and works his dick through his fist again, his mouth hanging.

I need to find an opportunity tonight to give him another push about chastity. Like Richmond asked me to.

“Uhh,” Evie groans and she too – like Walden - holds Rachel’s in place between her legs. And at the same time, the bull from Traders probes and examines Rachel’s asshole with the fingers of his other hand. Then that Keith guy is down on the mat alongside our wives and guiding his stiff tool into my groaning wife’s mouth.

Men push forward from around me and the women disappear behind and beneath them as to my right, Joe ejaculates into a tissue.

I can’t take watching all this for God knows how much longer without being able to cum.

I stagger from the scene with my wife and Joe’s still shrouded and covered by urgent old men and then shaking, I cross the room to the bar.

Sandra is almost cowering there and I ask Rene to grab me a beer from the fridge.

He does so, but keeps stealing glances at me, like I dropped down from Mars. Or like I’m insane for standing by and allowing my wife to do what she does.

“Richmond doesn’t try to get Sandra to…?” I ask him and gesture at the crowd on the mat. Rene shakes his head.

“Maybe not yet,” I say and Sandra glances at him and then blushes.

“You’re in chastity too?” he asks me.

I nod and peer back at the dance floor and crowded mat. I can see only one of my wife’s bare legs through the men. And it strikes me how far Evie and I have come in this lifestyle. I’m so used to her taking cock from other guys that I don’t have to stand there riveted by the whole spectacle from start to finish. Even if I could see her properly over there.

Besides, I reckon when you’ve been locked for several days, it can help ease your frustration if you get away from the ‘heat’ a little.

But even so, I’m well aware that tonight was supposed to have been my wife’s night off from other men.

The things my wife will do, just to try and give Richmond what she thinks he’ll appreciate.

Things like Rachel back at his club maybe.

“For how long?” Rene asks, “Have you been locked?”

“A week so far this time,” and it feels OK to talk with someone else who’s locked too. Rather than with Joe, when I have to pretend and hide the fact.

“I could never manage a week,” he says and shakes his head.

“Just you wait,” I say and smile at him, “Sandra might get a taste for your frustration.”

She looks demure enough right now, but who knows what Richmond Coyle will ultimately have in store for the unsuspecting couple.

Joe joins me at the bar a few minutes later. Shortly after, Walden barks an order for drinks and tells me and Joe to take them over to the men. Presumably, Richmond gave prior orders to shield his precious Sandra from too much close-up live action.

So instead, here I am with Joe, playing waiter to the gang of men who are fucking and using our wives.

I hand out beers and whiskey and although Rachel is on her back surrounded by masturbating men, my Evie is up on all fours. Her tits slap together, an old man stuck out of each end of her, using her holes – her mouth and vagina - for frenzied sexual relief.

She and I lock eyes momentarily before her head is pulled around by the hair or ear and she sucks some more.

I don’t know how much later it is, but my phone died so I’m not even sure what time it is either. Walden pulls me and Evie to one side in the changing rooms after my wife’s showered again. She’s back in her bra but bare from the waist down. Rachel has already left to go to the bar to get herself a drink before we leave. Joe took a phone call from someone called ‘Roy’ and he’s back in the main room too.

I just want to get Evie home and this fucking belt taken off.

“I wanted a few minutes with you both before you make tracks,” Walden says and closes the changing room doors.

What does he want?

“Look, thanks for coming out and helping ease Rachel back into the groove,” he smiles at my wife.

“That’s OK,” Evie shrugs and she looks like she’s trying to shield her exposed lower lips from Walden’s gaze, “She’s my friend.”

“Rest assured I’ll say nothing to Richmond about you being here,” he says.

“I’ll mention it to him myself when I think the time’s right,” she says and reddens a little.

“I don’t know why you’re hiding your cunt when you’ve shared with the whole fucking room,” he frowns at her. “Take your hand away from it.”

Why’s he being such a twat with her now?

“Richmond tells me you’re getting inked in the Traders’ crest and colors?” Walden asks her.

“Uh-huh,” Evie says but she’s flushed even further after the way he just spoke to her. “We’ve booked the date at the Tattoo parlor, haven’t we Kev.”

I nod, but whenever I’m not aroused I still imagine I’ll talk her out of something so permanent. Even this late in the day. And not least of all to prevent the application of Richmond’s initials from being ‘discretely’ added to any design on her lower back. Or an even worse location on her body.

But right now my dick twitches at the prospect.

“And those big titties pierced for him too?” Walden’s eyebrows rise.

Evie nods.

“Rings, studs, or bars?”

“Richmond wants bars to start,” Evie says and she’s dropped her pussy ‘covering’ hand to her side like Walden told her to and she makes to attempt to pull her panties on.

“Hot,” Walden smiles. “You should get your cunt pierced too. But Richmond was right. You two are a whole lot more submissive for him than you let on,” his voice thickens and he looks from Evie to me.

“I don’t know about that,” I say and clear my throat.

“Oh, I think you do,” he says but then gazes at her, “Come and kneel down here for me,” he points at the tiled floor near his feet.

“I’ve just had a shower,” Evie frowns, “Walden, I’m cold now without my clothes on.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you before, did it?” he points at the floor again.

Evie flushes - face and throat, and she glances across at me.

“You too Mr. Blandon,” Walden smirks at my way.

Oh fuck. Richmond’s told him what we do for him.

And Evie’s eyes widen, her chest rises and falls fast, like she too realizes what Walden expects and she can’t get her breath.

She loves me sucking Richmond, but this is Walden fucking Barrett.

“Don’t be anxious,” he steps toward Evie and grips her throat, “I want you to kneel,” he repeats and strokes her pussy with his other hand, “You, up behind me Evie, and your husband in front. Unless you prefer things the other way around?”

“Mmm,” she moans at his harsh touch, “Kev will suck your cock,” her voice is strangled and her bulging eyes glance across at me, “Won’t you Kev?”

And Barrett releases her neck.

Then we’re both down on the hard tiles at Walden’s feet, gazing up from either side of him as he slips his pants down and shakes it in my face. He peers down at me and strokes his thick dick, pungent balls bouncing in my face.

Author's Notes

Does Barrett have Kev and Evie over a barrel now, or is she likely to complain to about him to Richmond?

Can anything stop Rachel's return to Traders now? And what could the future hold for the other two couples who served at the party?

Share your thoughts or ideas in the comments below.

Next week, Roy tries to pick up the pieces after Lanie's tearful confession of a night of passion with a 'mystery' older man..

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