Chapter 3: The Escape
The events prior to this volume can be found in the following works.
Volume1
Carol makes Lynn a Man
Volume2
Lynn from school girl to slut
Volume3
The Uncle and the Niece
Volume4
Rick the Cuckolds training
Volume5
Rick shows off his new bride
Volume6
A naughty temptation unfolds
Volume7
Lynn's Exhibitionist Desires Taken to the limit
Volume8
Lynn, Hot wife and Fetish slut
Volume9
Lynn porno queen for her husband.
The events after this volume are contained in the following.
Volume 10
Aunty Lynn
Volume 11
Aunty Lynn, how to solve a problem like Peter
Volume 12
Whatever happened to Rick (this volume)
Now on with the story.
Rick kisses Lynn goodbye and watches as her high heels click across the marble floor, his eyes linger on those magnificent legs encased in her sexy black seamed nylon stockings with the French pointed heel. He loves her and has done ever since he met her, but over the years she has gone from being his hot sexy wife to being a sex toy for her film producer, Rick's Dad and just about any guy that has a pulse and a cock and a desire to Fuck her while her cuckold husband watches.
For years this has been all Rick wanted and he's enjoyed the ride, but deep down he knows something is missing and he needs some time away to discover if this is the life he wants to live out, he can't imagine growing old with Lynn, its like she's a rock star and will burn out and leave him alone or she'll fall in love one of the younger guys fucking her and leave Rick for a younger model with a young hard body and a huge cock. When his Uncle Jim died died, he had practically pushed Rick and Lynn into this lifestyle, but Jim had left him a safe deposit box to be opened when he thought he couldn't go on any more and perhaps that time had come and the key was in the wall safe in Rick's office. Rick opened the safe and took out the key along with the photograph pf Lynn and his dad, he read the address of the bank on the back of the photo and ran outside to his car, he put the address of the bank in the cars Sat Nav system and he sped off out of town.
Rick found the bank and sat outside for almost an hour pondering if he was doing the right thing, eventually his curiosity got the better of him and he went inside.
The bank building was modern, all glass and steel, and inside it was cool and quiet, the smell of expensive carpet and polished wood filled the air. There were only a couple of other people in the bank, a young woman with a baby in a stroller and an old man in a wheelchair. Rick approached the reception desk and a young woman with a name tag that read "Jessica" looked up and smiled at him.
"How can I help you today, sir?" she asked.
"I need to access a safety deposit box," Rick said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I have the key here." He pulled the key out of his pocket and handed it to Jessica.
Jessica's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the key. "Of course, sir. Please follow me." She led him down a hallway and into a small room with a single vault door. She inserted her own key into the lock and turned it, the heavy door swinging open with a soft hiss.
Rick stepped inside the vault, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was small, with metal safes around the walls, he looked at the number and eventually found his safe, they had a key hole and a key pad, the lock needed both a password entered along with a key. Rick asked the young woman to give him some privacy and as she left he inserted the key and entered the password from the back of the photograph. The doors locks clunked open with a loud click which made Rick jump, he was so nervous as to what he would find..
Rick took a deep breath and opened the box carefully. He couldn't believe what he saw. Inside were stacks cash, gold bars and diamonds, along with a large envelope . He picked up the envelope, his heart pounding in his chest. It was addressed to him. The envelope was sealed with a wax stamp, and Rick's name was written in his uncle's handwriting. He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper. It was a letter, written in his uncle's distinctive script.
Dear Rick,
If you're reading this, then I'm no longer around to see you grow into the man I know you can be.
I left this box for you to open when you feel like you can't go on anymore, when the weight of the life with Lynn has becomes too much to bear. I want you to know that I loved you like a son, and I only ever wanted the best for you. But sometimes, the best can be hard to see when you're in the middle of it.
I know you love Lynn, and I know she loves you. But I also know that this life isn't for everyone. And I want you to have options. So the cash, gold and diamonds here will easily set you up anywhere in the world you want to go. But to go you need to deceive the world of your existence, you see if Lynn thinks your alive then she will track you down and I have no doubt within twenty four hours you will be back between her legs and any prospect of have a life outside of being her complicit cuckold will be lost.
I have put the name of a contact at the back of this letter of a guy who already has instructions on what needs to be done, he will take care of everything for you, all you need to do is go to his office and he'll take care of everything, he will make you disappear with a new identity, passport and as you can see you'll have a similar fortune to the one you'll be walking away from. You can life out the rest of your life free from what I dragged you into and I assume one of the prime reasons your here is that you want to be free from Lynn, to perhaps meet a new lady, fall in love and you may even want to start a family.
I really love you and I want you to be happy and free.
Take the cash and go anywhere in the world end enjoy yourself.
Yours always
Uncle Jim
Rick read the letter several times, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He had always known his uncle had a soft spot for him, but he had no idea he had planned something like this. Rick looked at the name and address at the back of the letter. He didn't recognized it and it was located on the other side of town just over the mountain road.
Rick took a final look in the safe and it contained bank cards in a name he didn't know but the photo on the cards was his, it was an older photo, but his uncle had been dead eight years so that wasn't surprising, he took the bank cards and the cash but left the gold and the diamonds in the safe. He locked the safe back up and left the safe deposit room, the young lady was still waiting for him outside.
"Did you find what you were looking for sir?"
"Yes, thank you," Rick replied, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. He knew he had to act fast and get out of town before Lynn realized he was missing.
He pushed four stacks of notes into his pockets then handed the woman the remaining stack of cash asking that have be deposited into each of the following accounts and gave the bank cards to her. She took them and asked him to follow her to her desk. She counted each stack of cash saying so that two hundred thousand into each account, she smiled at him as she said, that very prudent putting equal amounts into your chequing and your savings account. Rick just smiled nerviously, he glanced around and spotted the CCTV cameras and hoped that nobody would ever check them and discover he had been here.
The young lady them passed the cash to a security guard for depositing and said, that's all taken care of for you sir, would you like anything else. Rick asked for a print out of the account for his records. The woman entered some things onto her keyboard and her printer sprang to life and she handed Rick the two statements, he felt like he was about to pass out when he say that each account already had two million in them before he's paid in the two hundred thousand. This was becoming more of a shocking day then he had ever envisaged.
The drive was long and winding, the mountain road treacherous at times, but Rick was focused, his mind made up.
He was leaving, leaving Lynn, leaving the life his uncle had dragged him into. The city faded behind him, replaced by the dense forest and the dark stormy sky. His Sat Nav knew where he was going, or at least where he had to start.
The address on the letter led him to a small, unassuming office building in the industrial part of town. The sign out front read "Global Solutions." Rick parked his car and took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, no turning back now.
He walked into the building, the receptionist looking up at him with a smile. "Can I help you, sir?" the receptionist asked, her smile widening as she took in Rick's appearance.
"I'm here to see Mr. Wilson," Rick said, his voice steady despite the nerves churning in his stomach.
The receptionist's eyes flicked to the computer screen in front of her, and she smiled again. "He's not expecting you. but he's free at the moment so go right on in."
Rick nodded and walked towards the open door at the end of the hallway. As he approached, he could hear voices coming from inside the room.
He knocked once, before the man inside called out, "Come in."
Rick pushed open the door and stepped inside. The man sitting behind the desk looked up and smiled at him. "Ah, Rick, I presume?" he said, extending a hand.
"Yes, that's me," Rick replied, shaking the man's hand. "You must be Mr. Wilson."
"Call me Victor," he said, gesturing for Rick to take a seat. "Your Uncle told me a lot about you. I'm sorry for your loss, and I'm sorry your here. Jim told me that if you turned up things hadn't gone the way he'd like them too, but I guess after so many years you gave it a good shot."
"Thank you," Rick said, taking a seat across from Victor.
The room was stark, with no windows and only a single door. A large wooden desk sat between the two men, and a single lamp cast long shadows on the walls.
"Well, Rick?" Victor said, his eyes narrowing as he studied Rick's face. Your Uncle already paid for a complete relocation package, I guess you've already been to the bank and picked up your new bank cards in your new name". Rick simply nodded. Victor stood up and walked over to his safe and then handed Rick a new passport, it had the same photo as his bank card, then Victor handed him a new driving licence and a social security card. "All of these are the real deal, we have people on the inside, so you never need to worry that your handling fake documents, the only thing fake will be you. You need to look after these and memorise them just to be safe. Because after you leave me tomorrow, you'll never hear from me again and you'll be on your own, do you understand".
Rick nodded his head still not sure if he was dreaming all of this.
He looked at his new identity documents, the weight of the passport in his hand made it all seem so real. He looked Victor in the eyes and told him, "Yes, I understand. I've always wondered how it would feel to disappear, to start over fresh. I guess now I'll find out."
Victor smiled and said, "Good, now Put your new documents on the table and I need you to give me your car keys along with your wallet and all of your clothing". Rick did as he was told and soon he was standing in his underwear, a bit nervous but also excited by the prospect of starting over, Victor smiled "no Rick all of your clothing, I want your underpants too, you can put on this jump suite for now until we get you settled.
Victor nodded and said, "Good, now go stand by that wall and turn around, I need to see your back". Rick obliged and Victor nodded again, "Good. Now bend over and touch your toes". Rick did as he was told and felt a sharp prick on his ass cheek.
"What the Fuck" Rick said as he straightened up and saw a small dart sticking out of his ass cheek.
Victor laughed and said, "Relax, it's just a tranquillizer.
You're going to fall asleep, you will feel very relaxed and comfortable. It will wear off in a twenty four hours, and by then you'll be on your way to your new life anyway."
Rick felt the drug start to take effect almost immediately. His body felt warm and tingly, and he suddenly felt so relaxed that he didn't even care that he was standing in a strange man's office in his underwear and then he was unconscious.
When Rick eventually woke he was in a large comfortable bed, in what looked like a very expensive hotel. He looked across the room and say Victor who was eating, Victor looked up from his breakfast "good morning Tom, I hope you slept well, I took the liberty of ordering you breakfast, I hope you like a full English breakfast with coffee and orange juice as after twenty four hours unconscious, you'll need some calories and to get some fluids into your system".
Rick looked around and noticed a tray of food on the side table, he didn't remember his name being Tom but he was looking forward to some food, his stomach was growling with hunger. He looked at Victor, "Yes, thank you, I'm starving."
Victor smiled and said, "Good. Eat up, and then we'll get you ready for your new life. We have some places to go, some things to do."
Rick ate his breakfast, the food was delicious and he felt his strength returning as he ate. After he finished, he felt refreshed and ready for whatever came next.
Victor pointed to the wardrobe, we've already got you a selection of clothes and shoes, but no doubt you'll want to go shopping and get some that will be of your taste, the shops around here are excellent and you'll soon have everything you'll need, I'll only be with you for a few more days to get you set up, after that you can go and do what ever you want as the world now thinks the old you is dead".
Rick nodded, "I don't know what to say, I just can't believe this is all happening".
Victor stood up and looked at Rick, "Well, the past is the past, it's time to move on and find a new life, one that you can be happy in". He placed a hand on Rick's shoulder and handed him a tablet showing a news article about a tragic road accident having claimed the life of the driver who had hit a large amount of standing water on a mountain road and who's car had tumbled down the side of a mountain into a swollen river, the car was practically destroyed but the authorities had also found some torn clothing and a wallet from the driver who couldn't have lived through such a terrible accident and is assumed to have been washed away and may some day be recovered maybe in the ocean. Rick looked at the photo on the tablet of the dead driver and saw himself.
Rick jumped to his feet "wow so I'm really dead". Victor laughed, "well for a dead guy you seem to be drinking a lot of orange juice, but yes to the rest of the world your dead". Rick walked past victor and opened the sliding balcony doors and stepped outside, but quickly returned saying "where the fuck are we?" the view was stunning, the small town sprawled out before him, the mountains towering in the distance, but he didn't recognize the place.
"You're in Canada," Victor said, joining him on the balcony. "This is Banff one of the most beautiful places in the world. And in the winter one of the coldest, but we'll get to that later."
Rick looked at Victor, shock and confusion written all over his face. "Banff Canada? As in Canada? I'm in fucking Canada?"
Victor nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yep. Welcome to your new life, Tom, but this is just a stepping stone, you decide from here where you want to go, I wouldn't suggest staying here, its wonderful this time of year, but too bloody cold in the winter that's for sure. And you'd better get used to being called Tom, your new name is Tom Davis, Rick is now dead and I expect he'll be buried too in a matter of weeks, so when we go out today, your getting a hair cut, luckily the photos on your ID 's are all black and white, so we can die your hair black and no shaving, I would suggest you start growing a beard and keep it for at least a year before going clean shaven, just an added layer of security.
Rick, now Tom, stared at Victor in disbelief. "I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I'd end up in Canada."
Victor laughed. "Well, Tom, welcome to your new life. But before we get you settled, we have some business to take care of. Your new life starts with a fresh look."
Victor led Tom to a local barber shop. The bell above the door chimed as they entered. The shop was empty except for an older man sweeping the floor. He looked up and smiled at them.
"Hello, gentlemen. Welcome to Cutting Edge.
How can I help you today?" the barber asked, putting down his broom.
"We need a full makeover," Victor said. "Haircut, beard trim, maybe even a new style. What do you think, Tom?"
Tom nodded, still in shock from the whirlwind of events. "Sure, whatever you think."
The barber smiled and led them to the chair. "Have a seat, and let's get started."
As the barber worked, Tom looked around the shop. The walls were lined with photos of men with various hairstyles and facial hair. He picked a few, showing them to the barber for inspiration.
"I like this one," Tom said, pointing to a man with short, dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. "Make me look like that."
The barber nodded and got to work, snipping and trimming. As he worked, he chatted with Tom and Victor, asking about their day. Tom answered vaguely, still processing everything that had happened.
After about an hour, the barber was finished. Tom looked in the mirror and barely recognized himself. The dark hair and starting outline of a beard made him look tougher, more rugged. He liked it.
"That'll be fifty dollars," the barber said, holding out his hand.
Victor pulled out a wad of cash and peeled off a hundred-dollar bill, handing it to the barber with a wink. "Keep the change."
Tom stood up, feeling a sense of empowerment with his new look. He ran his fingers through his short, dark hair and stroked his newly trimmed beard. "Thanks," he said to the barber, who nodded and smiled.
As they left the barbershop, Victor clapped Tom on the back. "Damn, you look good. Like a whole new man."
Tom grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks.
I feel like a new man already," Tom said, a grin spreading across his face.
Victor nodded, a sense of pride in his eyes. "Good. Let's get you some clothes, real clothes, not that fucking jump suit I had you wear. I know a shop nearby that'll outfit you head to toe."
They walked down the street, Tom's new boots clicking on the pavement. The air was crisp, the mountains looming in the distance. The town was bustling, people walking in and out of shops, the sound of distant laughter and chatter filling the air.
The fresh mountain air was invigorating, and Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for whatever came next. Victor led him to a high-end men's boutique, the window displays showcasing expensive suits, shoes, and accessories.
"This place is fucking amazing," Tom said, his eyes wide as he took in the luxurious surroundings.
Victor smirked. "I told you, we're going to make sure you're set up right. Come on, let's get you some new threads."
Inside, the shop was dimly lit, with soft jazz music playing in the background.
A saleswoman approached them, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. "Welcome to Lusso," she said, her eyes flicking to Tom's new look. "What can we help you with today?"
Victor smiled at her. "We need a complete makeover for my friend here. Suits, shoes, the works."
The saleswoman's eyes lit up. Right this way."
She led them to a private fitting room, complete with a large mirror and a comfortable seating area. "Make yourselves comfortable," she said.
"I'll be back with some champagne and a selection of outfits."
Victor nodded, "Thanks, sweetheart."
Tom watched her leave, admiring her curves as she walked away. He turned to Victor, "So, what now?"
Victor grinned, "Now we play dress up. And don't worry, I've got everything covered. You just sit back, relax, and let the fun begin."
The saleswoman returned with a tray of champagne flutes and a rack of clothes. "Here we are," she said, setting the tray down on a table and hanging the clothes on a nearby rack.
"I think you'll like these."
Tom stood up and walked over to the rack, his eyes scanning the selection of suits, shirts, and shoes. "Damn, these are nice," he said, running his fingers over the fine fabrics. He picked up a black suit and held it up to himself. "What do you think?"
Victor nodded. "Looks good. Try it on."
Two hours later Tom had bought another suitcase full of clothing and Victor paid the bill without hesitation, back at the hotel Victor looked at Tom "well I'm only here for one more day, so maybe you'd better decide where in the world you want to go? We have all your accounts, driving licence and passport in place, you just need to decide where you go from here and your on your own".
Rick/Tom nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "I don't know. I need some time to think."
Victor laughed, "Fair enough, but not here. You need to go somewhere where nobody knows you, somewhere you can start fresh. I suggest you try somewhere tropical, maybe the Caribbean or South America. It's warm, beautiful, and you can blend in easily with a little tan. Plus, the women are fucking gorgeous."
Rick felt a spark of excitement at the thought. He remembered the honeymoon he and Lynn had taken in the Caribbean, the intense heat, the soft sand, the stunning women. And the sex. But he wanted to leave his old life behind, he looked at Victor, I think I want to go to Florida, I've had a lot of fun there in the past, I don't think I'm going to settle in Florida, but spend say three months getting used to being single again and maybe take some time for myself to think about what I want to do with the rest of my life, rather than make a rash decision now and maybe regret it in years to come.
Victor nodded, "That sounds like a good plan, I'll make some calls and get you booked on a flight to Miami tomorrow morning, I'll also get you a car rental and a hotel booked for you, I'll also arrange for the balance of your cash to be delivered to your hotel room for you to use for the next few weeks, but you've always got your new bank cards which will give you access to your accounts anywhere in the world".
Rick nodded, "Thanks, I really appreciate everything you've done for me, I don't know how I can ever repay you". Victor laughed, "You don't need to repay me, your uncle paid me very well to make sure you were taken care of, and I've enjoyed helping you, but now I need to get back to my own life, so I'll see you in the morning and we'll get you on that plane".
Rick nodded and watched Victor leave the room, he was alone in the hotel room and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had no idea what tomorrow would bring but he was ready for it.
He walked over to the mini bar and poured himself a drink, he needed to relax before he could sleep. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, he flicked through the channels and landed on a porn channel, he had never watched porn before but he was curious to see what it was like. He watched a few scenes and then turned it off, he didn't want to get too aroused before he went to bed.
He finished his drink and went to bed, he was exhausted from all the events of the day.
The next morning, Victor woke him up early and they went to the airport. The flight was uneventful and Rick/Tom arrived in Miami in the early afternoon, he quickly collected his two suitcases with all his new clothes, but now he was in Florida he'd need to go shopping again, he'd forgotten how hot it was in Florida. He picked up his rental car and headed to his hotel. He checked in and went up to his room, he was on the 10th floor with a view of the ocean. He unpacked his clothes and then decided to go for a walk on the beach.
He walked down to the beach and took off his shoes, he loved the feel of the sand between his toes. He walked along the shoreline, the waves crashing against the sand.
The sun was hot, but the ocean breeze kept him cool. He felt alive, free from the weight of his past. He took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air.