The Asshole 03

[Thank you for clicking on this story. I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter 3 of a slow-building story about a couple discovering that he likes to see her exposed to other men and she enjoys being exposed...and more. If you like stories with exhibition, voyeurism, and a slow move towards "corrupting" the wife and cuckolding, you might like it. If you don't like those things, this isn't likely to be an enjoyable read for you.]

[Chuy]

Friday and Saturday, we didn't hear anything from the asshole. Jess saw him park the motorcycle in his otherwise empty garage, so we knew it was him, but that was it. No roaring rides through the development, no coming over to talk to us, not even lights through curtains.

We closed ours, but fucked like they were open and he was watching us.

"Do you think he's watching?"

"He's got huge fucking binoculars."

"Oh, God, is he touching himself?"

"Fuck, he is. Stroking it slowly. Like he wants it to last."

Jess was so turned on that she begged me to slam my cock into her, without any foreplay. She was so wet as I narrated what we were pretending the asshole was doing.

"Fuck me harder than that small-dick asshole could," Jess shouted out. "Let him see how big you are."

Part of me wondered if I'd somehow stretched her out in the last month. All that fucking we'd done, did it deepen her vagina? It felt just as tight.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!"

I tried to push harder, but could almost feel her bruising. I love her so much, I just can't risk causing her painful tears. It didn't matter, she came almost immediately. I pulled out so I wouldn't hurt her, stoking my wet cock over her belly.

She grabbed my cock. "What if he was in here?"

"Watching up close?"

"Touching himself."

"Oh, fuck baby!" My cock jerked.

"He's right there, baby. Right next to you, jerking with you."

"Fuck, baby. Right there. He's such as asshole."

She took a hand off me. "He wants me to jerk him."

My hips bucked as I shot a load that sprayed from her pussy all the way to her face.

She rubbed my come into her clit. "Baby, should I finish him?"

I nodded, slack-jawed at how horny this was.

"Suck on my tits, baby, while I jerk him off."

I fucked against her thigh and sucked on her tits as she "jerked him off" and diddled herself. Her whole body shook with her second orgasm moments later.

Jess wasn't done. She pushed me onto my back and slid her wet cunt up and down my cock.

"Do you feel all of his come dripping down my belly onto you?"

I nodded.

"He must not ever jerk off, he had such a big load. It's dripping down on your dick."

I moaned.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to touch him. I want to."

I didn't answer right away, like an idiot. She needed my reassurance, but I was afraid to admit how much I wanted her to jerk him off.

She stopped moving. "I won't. Baby, I wouldn't ever."

I grabbed her hips and continued to slide her over my dick. "What if I wanted you to?"

It was her turn to nod and not answer. But she began rotating her hips, grinding on me harder.

She wasn't stroking me anymore. She was grinding herself to an orgasm. Her third.

"Oh my God, Baby, we can't talk about this when I'm so close."

"Because it'll make you come."

"Yeah, oh, God, Baby. Yeah, I'm coming." Her chest turned pink as her words turned into whimpers. "I'm coming, Baby."

[Jess]

I snuggled against Chuy, mind reeling from my orgasms and our admissions.

Chuy kissed my head and ran his hand down my back, but neither of us spoke.

Did I really want to jerk off the asshole? Or just...He was so repulsive and creepy. He's everything Chuy and I wanted to avoid in neighbors. We never made a list of people we wouldn't want to live next to, but I'm certain if we did, other than pedophiles, people like him would have topped the list. Yet we've done nothing but pretend he's watching us while we have sex. We don't even make love anymore. Just fuck with unconstrained passion imagining that asshole is watching us.

"Why does it turn you on?" I finally asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I used to feel so..." he scrunched up his face, like remembering eating rotten food. "So...guilty? Ashamed? This

tension

while watching Esmé. I thought it was just the spying, which is why I thought watching you would be hot. But it was..." He shook his head. "It was that it was wrong. It turned me on that it was wrong." His eyes went wide. "Oh, god, it turned me on because if I got caught, the shame would be unbearable. Jesus fucking Christ, Jess. That's so fucked up."

I kissed him. "That's so insightful, Baby. I don't know why it turns me on. Maybe that he worships my body? But I don't think so. I guess some part of me loves that it's wrong, too. I mean, he's completely loathsome. He probably should be in jail. Why the fuck does it excite me to imagine that he's watching and touching himself?"

Chuy shrugged, but a moment later adds, "And imagine yourself jerking him off?"

I hide my face in his chest. Yes. And jerk him off. In front of my husband. At least Chuy has some first sexual experience stuff to explain it. I'm just a pervert.

"I'm not upset. I was as turned on as you were."

"Maybe..." I grinned at him. Honestly, he knows I'm super horny, but doesn't have any idea of how horny I am. It's so embarrassing how much I masturbate and how often I'd have sex if I had my way.

"There's no way we should do anything about it, though, right?" Chuy couldn't hide how much he wanted me to say

no, we could do something

, and how much he knew

right, we can't ever do anything about it

was the only sane answer, the only answer either of us should contemplate.

"Yeah. It would be hot if he weren't such as asshole."

"But he's an asshole we can't trust."

I nod. "Yeah." I bit my lip. "Chuy, do you think..."

"What? Somebody else?"

"Somebody trustworthy?"

"Could we find anyone who stops at just a hand job? Honestly, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with any of it in reality. It's so embarrassing to be turned on by having another man watch my wife."

"To have her give him a hand job. Yeah. I get that. I couldn't tell anyone that I..." I shivered, imaging my friends finding out that I let that asshole come on my chest.

"For now, let table any thoughts about somebody else until we work our shit out. I love you, Baby. There's nobody I could imagine having shared this with."

"Or who'd want to see that asshole fuck me." The word

fuck

just slipped out. Chuy didn't even raise an eyebrow, but I know he heard it as loudly as I did. What the fuck was going on in my head? In

our

heads?

The next morning, the asshole was back. We woke up to him revving that fucking motorcycle.

"Fuck!" Chuy pulled back the covers and slid into his slippers. He sleeps naked and there's something intensely funny to me when I see his giant dick swinging about as he's clad in nothing but fuzzy slippers.

"Are you going to talk to him?"

He nodded, heading to the bathroom where his robe is at.

"I know his type, Babe. He'll feel he has to hold his ground because you're so much bigger than him. Let me talk to him."

"Are you sure? I know..." he blushed a bit. "...All of that stuff. But he still crossed a huge line. A criminal line."

"Yeah. But...let me try it. I'll establish he can't push me around. Besides, I'm the one who works from home. If he just holds back because you're here, it won't work when I'm on calls."

His mouth swished back and forth. He didn't like my idea at all, but he was working on letting me solve my own problems. "I'll be just inside the door if he tries anything. We can call 911 if we have to."

"Lets try not to escalate things. I know he's an asshole, but maybe he just doesn't know how annoying that—" The motorcycle revved again. "—

fucking motorcycle is!

"

Chuy rolled his eyes. Yeah, the asshole knows.

I put on jeans and a bulky sweatshirt that completely obscured my breasts and hung long enough to cover most of my ass. I was sure I didn't want Chuy confronting the asshole, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to. As much as we fantasized about it, actually talking to a man who came all over my chest, a man who knows I showed him my tits and

let

him come all over my chest.... How do I negotiate after that? How do I even meet his eyes?

"Make coffee first," Chuy said, pulling on the Muay Thai t-shirt one of his friends who trains in martial arts gave him as a joke. "Let's not tell him he can just rev that fucking thing and get us to respond."

The asshole was washing his motorcycle. It's some brand I never heard of, but had that Harley kind of look. I hate motorcycles for being loud and obnoxious, but seeing it clean and shiny, I had to admit it was pretty. The gas tank faded from black to cherry red and somehow the chrome wasn't tacky but lovely. If it weren't so fucking loud, I might even like it.

"Come out to admire my bike?" His leering grin, aimed at the formless expanse of my sweatshirt, told me he knew I wasn't.

"I came out to welcome you into the neighborhood. You're the first neighbor we've had since we moved in. There was some lawsuit right after we signed, so they couldn't sell anything until you bought that place." I pointed with my coffee mug, then took a sip, hoping to hide how nervous I was and how repulsive I found him. Maybe if I was boringly normal, he'd chill.

It kind of did. He still kept staring at my chest, as if there was something to see, but the grin softened. He turned a bit of his focus back to cleaning the motorbike. "Yeah. That sucks. My uncle is one of the developers and he's out millions due to those fuckers...the people who sued."

I blinked hard when he corrected his language. Could this asshole have a decent person inside of him? We talked about the development. Being an asshole, he didn't realize it was built explicitly to be a mostly car-free, pedestrian-friendly place. Being an old fuckhead, he didn't think how it would be a kid paradise. But when I explained why Chuy and I moved there, he seemed to get it. He'd even switched to looking me in the eye, which turned out to be...normal? Like the last time I talked to him, he wasn't jerking his cock over my naked breasts.

"I can see how this would be great for kids. If there weren't any assholes around."

It was such a charming thing to say. I thought about offering him coffee. Asshole neighbor problem solved. We chatted amicably while he continued to polish his motorcycle. I had to admit, the attention and care he gave it made me admire him a little. How could anybody who puts that kind of effort into preserving things he loved be that terrible?

"I wish the lawsuit would go away so you could get the neighbors you want."

"Thanks. I'm sorry your uncle can't make any money off of this. If we had any say, your uncle would get to sell every unit yesterday."

"Just not this one," he said laughing, looking back at his townhome.

"Not that one?"

"I live here to protect the community." His laugh turned into guffaws.

"Ooh..." I nodded at the townhome. "Your uncle's?"

"Yep. You two didn't realize you got the second best house in the development. This is the best."

"I thought there were five or six floor plans, so there are a lot like ours. How's yours the best?"

"None of the others come with you next door. Why don't you turn around and show me that ass? I didn't get to see it before."

"God, you're an asshole. I came out here to be normal with you, not...

Jesus!

"

"I ain't Jesus, even if I fuck like him. Now turn around and let me see that sweet ass."

"You're a fucking moron. Stop running that motorcycle early in the morning and never talk to me."

He dropped his sponge into a bucket and stood. "Don't play princess with me, sweetie. We both know you were out there waiting for me to come by. If you wanted a tan, you could have gone to your backyard or up on the bedroom balcony."

"Fuck you, asshole. Until you moved in, nobody lived here and hadn't for years. How could I have known you were going to creep on me? I should have called the police. What you did was disgusting."

He closed the distance between us so quickly, I froze. He was only a few feet from me, definitely within my personal comfort space.

"You liked every moment. You're waiting for me to do it again. So stop fucking around and turn around and show me that ass. Don't tell me you're not creaming your panties right now."

"Fuck off." I was panicking, feeling completely out of control of a situation I thought I was finessing nicely. If I stormed away, I'd be showing him my ass. If I stayed, I'd be approving of what he was doing. Or at least those were the options I could think of. So I took a long sip of my coffee.

He grinned at me, that same lecherous, smug fucking smile from before. "Oh, I think we'll be fucking alright."

"Jesus. Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you?" I started to turn and go back to the house when it happened.

He spanked me. Hard. Then he held my ass. "That's right, princess. You like this."

He caressed my ass, and I froze. I just let him feel me up, too shocked to move until he spanked me again.

I started walking back to the house, both ass checks stinging. "Just...don't be such as asshole so early."

When I got inside, Chuy was literally shaking with anger. I pressed myself into him. "It's okay."

"We have to call the police. That asshole is a menace. Fuck, no, that asshole is a rapist."

I wrapped my arms around him, trying to pull his anger away. His reaction scared me. One of Chuy's most amazing traits is how it's almost impossible to get him angry. When we've had arguments, it's me who gets mad and says mean things. His last boss was a horrible person who made everyone stay late all the time because he was too incompetent to manage anything. Chuy calmly made plans to get a new job and went to work as if his boss might turn into a decent human being. On the phone with the assholes at Comcast or some other fucked up monopoly, Chuy's the guy who doesn't get mad. That's the whole joke of the Muay Thai shirt: nobody thinks it's possible to get him to fight anyone.

"Chuy, think like a woman for a second."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, think what would happen if we go to the police? Either we tell them about the pool or the police will just give him a pointless talk about not spanking women. Probably while laughing about it with him."

He pulled me tight against him and nodded. "And if we say anything about the pool..."

"Yeah," I soothed. "We have to figure out how to live with asshole being across the street from us."

"I don't like this at all. He fucking spanked you!"

I snuggled into his arms, comforted by the knowledge that if the asshole had tried to do more than that, Chuy would have saved me. My gentle giant. "It stung, but..." I bit my lip. I hated what I was about to say, and I knew Chuy would hate it just as much. "...but...but we're a kinda to blame. I could have stopped him when we were at the pool. I let him jerk off on me."

I felt a tear on the top of my head.

"

I

decided not to get up or even tell him to stop, Chuy.

I

made that decision."

"No,

we

made it. If my hand hadn't been on my dick, I could have chased him off."

"Okay, fine.

We

made that decision because it turned both of us on. It was stupid. Maybe drunk driving stupid. But what it doesn't mean is we should hate on ourselves. What I'm saying is that for a moment, the asshole wasn't a complete jerk. Maybe if we try to be normal around him, I don't know. We won't have to sue him. His fucking uncle owns all of this. I don't think we can win if it comes to the courts, and we can't sell until the lawsuit is settled."

"What if he does that again?"

"I'll just dress like this until he notices I barely have tits and moves on."

"That's not fair to you."

"And how much of life has been fair to you, Chuy? It doesn't stop you from dealing with it."

[The fucking asshole. Happy? You're in his head now.]

The asshole finished detailing his bike as Jessica walked back inside. She was pissed off, but he was certain she was moving her hips a bit extra. That horny cunt didn't stop him from caressing that sweet ass, either, until he pushed it too far.

Nor did Jesus, her husband, come out and beat the shit out of him. It was a gamble. The asshole saw the husband standing just behind their front door before the hot wife came out to 'chat.' If some dickhead was fucking with him like he was doing with them, he'd have come out personally. Doubly so if he was built like a linebacker.

The asshole had sent somebody to the hospital before. Back when he was a crew leader, some mother fucker in a BMW thought the

Slow for Workers

signs didn't apply to him and plowed into one of the asshole's crew. The mother fucker had the awful sense to stop and start apologizing. By the time his crew pulled him off the fucking BMW guy, he was in worse shape than the crew member he'd hit. The asshole spent six months in County waiting for trial, but the judge understood how any road construction worker had to react that way and let him off with anger management classes.

That's when he started working for his uncle. His uncle got a loyal asshole was a valuable asset. He made the asshole take the anger management seriously, because "If you ever fuck up my business, I'll make sure you do decades in State."

At first, the asshole thought his uncle was going to be all mobster and have him threaten people. That wouldn't be the worst thing, but all his uncle wanted was for him to help on construction and hiring workers. Being a loyal asshole meant he was excellent at picking up illegal suckers from roadside meeting points, working them hard for a day or a week, and then stiffing them on pay unless they were so good, he wanted them on his long-term crew. He wasn't cruel enough to enjoy hearing a man beg for the pay owed to him to feed his family, but he wasn't kind enough to care. Over time, he learned to tell the difference between pussies who won't fight back and those who will. Jesus Rodriguez might be huge, but that man was a pussy.

He went inside and jerked off, thinking about Jessica's ass. Her tits were amazing gems—not much more that areola and nipple, but the way those puffies poked out was hot. Same with her ass. And how worked up she got while showing off for him. He could still imagine her smell mixed with the chlorine water from the pool. Mrs. Jessica M. Rodriguez was definitely a slut at heart. Any bitch who wasn't would have slapped him or just left. But she also wasn't some fat bar floozie after last call, waiting for somebody drunk enough to want to fuck her to get up in her hairy snatch. No. He needed to recalibrate. Use that anger management training to put his immediate need to fuck her every hole aside and get into her good graces.

She was opening up while he talked about the housing project and all that safe for kids shit. She and limp dick liked their silly bikes. They ordered the Arab shit at that Arab restaurant and the wimp even tried to pronounce it like he was some kind Arab. Maybe he was, but he looks like the world's biggest Mexican.

That's it. Damn. That's it. Apologize. Maybe say something about how he learned bad habits working construction, and he's trying to get over it. Get a bike.

Fuck!

Ask them about what kind of bike to get. Tell them he hadn't thought about all that kid stuff. Get some of the Arab food sometimes. The asshole hadn't eaten much other than burgers and fries in a while, so maybe that wouldn't be too bad. They had to have something with meat in it. He should build a barbecue pit, too. Even vegetarians couldn't resist real barbecue. The asshole was fucking the goddamn bomb when it came to barbecue. He actually won awards for that shit. And got some serious pussy for it, too.