Please do not read this story unless you have read and liked Chapter 1.
WARNING - This story includes scenes of humiliation and degradation. Those who are less comfortable with these themes are encouraged to leave now.
To be clear, this is a fictional story, so no one is getting hurt or divorced.
Serving is a privilege
When I arrived the next morning at 6 am, Asley was already dressed for a run. "Are you seriously going for a run after the night you spent?" I asked in surprise. "Nate made it clear to me that there is no such thing as skipping a morning run. That's first and foremost. Even if I want him to do me in the morning, I have to get up first, run, shower, get to bed fresh, and only then he will do me."
I didn't know how to respond to this so I just bypassed this, "I came to make you breakfast." "I know," she said, "make it just for him. I don't eat breakfast. He increased the mileage I have to run and cut more from my menu. In the end, I'll be a hottie like Beth." She laughed. I didn't. She went out for a run and I started heating the pan and peeling and chopping vegetables. When everything was ready, I prepared the meal on a tray I found in the closet and knocked on his bedroom door. "Open," he answered. I went in and stood with the tray. "Come in, come in, wow, what a breakfast, what a treat, what is this thing here?"
"It's a Spanish omelet. My specialty. The omelet that Asley likes best."
"Wow. It's delicious." he replied with his mouth full with my wife favorite omelet.
I stood there in the corner by his bed and watched him eat. Asley had just entered the room and stopped when she saw me standing in the corner. After a second of hesitation, she lay down on the bed next to Nate and kissed him on the mouth for a long time. "Wow, Spanish omelet. I like it best." She took a piece of the omelet with her hand and put it in her mouth.
"What did I say?" he scolded her, "No breakfast." She took the piece of omelet out of her mouth and held it in her hand, not knowing what to do with it.
"Good girl," he complimented her, "Give it to him," he said, moving his chin toward me. Asley handed me the bitten piece and went back to snuggling in Nate's lap.
"Thank you for everything," Nate said, handing me the tray. "It was very tasty. You can eat what's left." "Oh, and please close the door when you leave," he added.
Even before I left the room with the tray, I could hear them kissing and making out, warming themselves up for the morning session. I sat in the kitchen and ate my feelings along with the leftovers of breakfast that Nate had left me. I took the piece of omelet that Asley had taken out of her mouth and put it in my mouth. I chewed slowly while tears filled my eyes. I swallowed the chewed piece and cried silently.
Knights' Rules
When she got home I took her for a chat. "You talked about one-time thing. To get it out of your system. I agreed to it because I understood how important it is to you. You know how hard it is for me and how much I suffer seeing you with him. And that's without mentioning how Beth is taking advantage of the situation and turning me into her servant. My love. It has to end. You promised me."
"It's true that I promised," she replied, "but I was a completely different person then. I didn't know that sex can be like that, I didn't know I will enjoy it like that, it's like I got a new sense. Think of it as if you've never eaten chocolate, or anything else sweet, and suddenly someone gives you a piece of high-quality Belgian chocolate that melts in your mouth and floods you with a completely new, sweet and addictive taste. No. It's more than that. Think of a blind person from birth who suddenly, in one operation, sees the world and experiences something completely new. Would you expect him to give it up just because he promised?"
There was logic in what she said. I sighed. "So if it's not one-time thing, then we have to set few rules."
She opened her eyes to me, "What rules?"
"Like how many times a week you can go to him"
"You're right," she replied sarcastically. "Tell a blind man who has received his sight that he can only see on Mondays and Wednesdays. Come on. Are you serious?"
"Well, not that." I surrendered to the logic of her word, "But like you're careful not to get pregnant."
She pondered this for a while in a way that worried me, and then she responded, "Let's let Nate and Beth set the rules. They're the ones leading this relationship anyway. They know what's good for us."
I didn't feel right letting Nate set the rules for my wife's sex life, but it didn't seem like I had much of a choice.
Apparently, Nate's rules were very simple. He would send Asley a one-word text, "Come" and she would drop everything and come to him immediately. Once it was in the middle of a friends' wedding. I had to come up with an excuse. "Women's business," I said to the guests sitting at our table. At least I wasn't lying.
Asley's physical activity became more and more intense. Obsessive even. She participated in races, even half marathons, and trained for them with great dedication. In retrospect, she told me that Nate demanded it of her and that he even denied her sex when she didn't achieve the goals he set for her. To earn the right to enjoy his company, she started to achieve podiums. One evening she informed me that Nate demanded that she sign up for a race in Barcelona. "He says it's a worthwhile race and besides, he wants to see the city. Book him and me plane tickets and a hotel room near the promenade. That's close to the starting point of the race. Oh. And also book him a ticket to a Barcelona soccer game. A good place. Don't be stingy with him."
That was a lot to take in. Nate and my wife are on vacation abroad together. Sharing a hotel room. Truly husband and wife stuff. And I have to pay for all of this. It hurts and is embarrassing.
How can I prevent this embarrassing event? I decided to tell Beth. She will surely go crazy and stop this madness. She surly doesn't want to lose her handsome and well-hung to another girl. To my obvious disappointment, Beth actually was actually enthusiastic.
"That's an excellent idea," she clapped her hands, "I also like to see the Ramblas and I'm crazy about Gaudí. Book us tickets and a hotel room too."
I was shocked. "What do you mean by booking a hotel room for us? You'll be with Nate and I'll be with Asley? Of course they'll want some alone time together, but in principle you'll be with Nate in the room, right?"
She considered things. "No. This is their first vacation together. It's not fair that we'll disturb them. Book us a room in another hotel. So that she won't have to see you all the time and feel unnecessary guilt."
I purchased the entire package and also told Nate that I had bought tickets for both of us to the Barcelona game. Nate was thrilled, but the next day Asley was angry with me. "I saw the tickets you bought for the second ring in the stands. I told you not to skimp on Nate's ticket. Cancel your ticket and use the money you save to upgrade Nate to the grandstand."
Sancho Pancho in Barcelona
The trip to Barcelona was a nightmare. Beth didn't let anyone touch a suitcase or a bag. I ran around carrying all the suitcases, trolleys and even everyone's backpacks. Nate took pity on me and want to help, but Beth stopped him sternly. "Nate. Sancho Pancho is a tool carrier. Let him carry tools. Without that, he's completely useless. Who knows better than you and his wife, that he's no good for anything else. So give him that. Let him carry your suitcases. You don't want to prevent him from fulfilling his call, right?"
She was very convincing and Nate didn't offer to help even once during the entire vacation.
Asley, free of bags and worries, didn't stop clinging to and caressing Nate. From the side, it looked like they were on a honeymoon. Maybe that's what it really is.
