The Asshole 04

[Thank you for clicking on this story. I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter 4 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]

Jess came out of the bathroom in the bikini and I started questioning if we should go over to the asshole's house. Mostly because just looking at her made me almost too horny to wait on fucking her. The little triangles barely covered her areola, and the thong left her entire ass exposed and made it obvious she waxed the day before. It pulled into her pussy so much there was hardly any fabric on the side to call it camel toe.

But it wasn't just my desire to fuck her right there that gave me pause. This was a whole new level of exposure. We'd already teased the fuck out of Asshole with that skinsuit, especially when we sprayed it down and unzipped it. He'd seen her tits, too. But this? What was this an invitation to? I don't know why Jess and I had avoided talking about what would happen, exactly. Seeing her like that, like a postcard that said

fuck me

, made it clear why I hadn't. I didn't know what I wanted. I definitely didn't want her to fuck him or even touch him sexually. Except I kind of did. I just didn't know if I could handle it.

"Oh my God, you look so fucking hot. I could fuck you for days just seeing you like that."

She blushed and bit her lip. I swear, my cock jerked so hard, I worried I was going to leak.

"Is it too much? I feel more naked than naked."

"I don't know. The idea of that asshole seeing you like that turns me on so much. But he's such an asshole. I know he's been a different person since he spanked you, but he still spanked you. And jerked off over your body."

She nodded and spun around so her naked ass was there. The thong only pretended to cover her flesh. Bending over would almost certainly expose her butthole and pussy. "Do you think he'll jerk off all over my ass?"

My cock jerked violently. "Oh, fuck, baby, you can't tease me like that. I might come without touching myself."

She wiggled her ass. "Well, I guess that would leave only the asshole to satisfy needs tonight. And wearing this means I have a lot of needs. Hours and hours of needs."

A wet spot was growing on my swimsuit. Thank God I was wearing baggy black surfer shorts. "Oh my God, baby. That's so fucking hot. But...fuck. I want to see his eyes bug out when you take off your robe. I want to see how he can't resist you. But..."

"But you want some rules?"

I gulped. I desperately wanted rules. I desperately didn't want rules. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I don't know what I want, so I was avoiding it."

"Me, too. Part of me wants to lie down and have him jerk off on me while I rub myself. Part of me is afraid of what will happen if I allow anything. Chuy, is there a line..." she bit her lip again, coquettish as hell. "A line he can't cross?"

"Yes, definitely yes. I just... oh, fuck, Jess, I've got the worst case of dick thinking right now. I want him to jerk off all over you, too."

"What about touching me?"

I took a dozen deep breaths, focusing as much as I could on the air coming in my nose and out of my mouth. I had to think clearly. Then I nodded slowly. "A little bit? Would you be okay if he touches you?"

She nodded just as slow as I did, trembling a little. "I think I want that. I don't even like him, but the idea of him feeling my tits or ass. You know I love you, right? That you're all I'd ever need, right?"

"Of course, baby, of course. This is our adventure. Lots of couples do things like this."

"I want to kiss you so badly, baby. So hard, but you'd come, wouldn't you? Come all over your swimsuit."

The tension in my body was at a level I'd never experienced. I was horny all the way down to my toes. "Yeah," I whispered breathlessly.

"I want to let him play with my ass. Would that be okay? He can touch, but that's it. Alright."

I couldn't speak. Part of me was warning me that making a decision like this when I was that horny was as reckless as deciding whether to drive after a half-dozen beers. Part of me could predict that watching him touch Jess would be one hundred percent different from fantasizing about it. It would be a real hand on her ass. A real asshole who didn't give a shit about our relationship trying to make her come. Because if he touched her, he's want that. He doesn't want to look at Jess. He wants to fuck her. But just like when you've had too much to drink and make monumentally stupid choices, the rest of me couldn't get past how it would be the hottest thing I'd ever see in my life. So I nodded and breathed out, "yes."

While Jess tossed on a short silk robe, I changed into a new swimsuit, stunned at how much pre-come I'd leaked just thinking about it. As we grabbed the salad and corn cobs we'd bought, I tried to focus on how many couples have some kind of open marriage or hot wife. It doesn't hurt their marriages, not if they're open about it and know what they want. This won't even be any definition of sex. Just a little touching. Just a little of a fucking asshole trying to mark my wife. A fucking asshole who probably hasn't learned anything about boundaries.

At his door, the most amazing BBQ smell I've experienced in years greeted us. Deep south pork slow-cooked over some mystical wood combination that mocks vegetarians and summons some ancient instincts in the belly.

Jess looked back at me, eyes wide, and breathed, "Wow!"

Then she bent over, straight-backed, like the doorbell was at waist height. The little robe rode up over her hips and I almost fainted. She'd managed to make the thong string even tinier, just a little line of fabric over her butthole and pussy lips. She wiggled her hips at me, almost twerking.

"Ready to go get some hot meat?"

#

[Jess]

The asshole let us into his house, making no attempt to hide he was staring at my robe. The floral pattern hid my bikini, but clung so tightly, I might have well been wearing body paint.

Body paint

. Idea for the future. Oh my God, my horny brain was thinking about ideas for the future. Such naughty ideas. Delightful ideas.

The asshole was wearing blue and pink floral boy shorts and one of those Hawaiian pattern shirts. It was a surprisingly good look for him. His normal jeans hide the tone in his legs. The floral and frond patterns worked together and softened him pleasantly. His face didn't look as weathered and craggy dressed in something less stark than his usual jeans and stupid, offensive t-shirts.

"The grill's outside. Ignore the mess."

I chuckled. As much as he'd transformed himself pleasantly, he'd neglected his home entirely. It wasn't messy; it was almost empty. The living room had a huge sectional sofa, a coffee table and a giant TV and nothing else, not even a rug to break up the space. It looked like the dining room had a table with two chairs. There wasn't any art on the walls or any personal touches. This wasn't minimalist or spartan, just unfinished...lazy. It was an empty box with a little asshole in it.

I glanced back at Chuy, hoping to draw him into my amusement. He didn't seem to even notice the room.

I gave my ass a little wiggle. The boys' eyes belonged only to my body. How did I become somebody who got off on being lusted after so much?

"It smells amazing, Asshole. What kind of wood are you using?" Chuy asked, as if he were a burgeoning BBQ enthusiast instead of somebody who occasionally went out of his way for something ChowHound called great.

"I only use hardwood. Thick hardwood."

I rolled my eyes.

Chuy nodded. "Probably needed really long wood, too."

"Boys, please." I said with all the sighing exacerbation I could muster. "We're talking about meat, not wood. Are you going to show us your meat, you fucking asshole? Your guests came hungry."

"First, show me what's under that robe. This party is a swimsuit party only."

I teased at untying the belt on my robe. "You want to see what's under this?" I dropped the belt and ran my hands up my abdomen, pulling the robe tight over my breasts. "Maybe see my little titties?"

He reached for the belt.

I slapped his hand. "Don't be an asshole, Asshole."

"Sorry." He stared at my nipples pointedly, and then his eyes drift down my belly to my crotch. He licked his lips and put his eyes back on my breasts. "But the rules are this is a

swimsuit

party. Chuy and I both followed them."

I turned around and flipped up the left side of my robe, exposing almost all of my butt cheek, but none of the little thong string. "I might have forgotten to bring one. Is that okay?"

He laughed. "There might be a penalty for that, but we'll negotiate after we've investigated the foul."

"Chuy takes my penalties, right, babe?"

He started to pull his swimsuit down, stopping just before he'd exposed his pubes. "Is this what you were thinking, Asshole?"

"I'm sticking with the meat on the grill. That salad? Put it in the salad in there," he pointed to the desolate kitchen. "I'll get us some drinks outside while we wait for the pork to finish smoking."

As Chuy put the salad down on the kitchen counter, he pulled me to him and kissed me deep, letting his hands dig into my ass. We ground against each other. His cock was threatening to poke out from the top of his swimsuit.

"God, I'm so turned on right now. I can't believe how hard you flirted with him."

"If you don't let go of me, I'm going to fuck you right here in his kitchen before we even see his meat."

He laughed and pulled away. "I don't know how long I can make it with all of this teasing. I think it's turning me on even more than it is the fucking asshole."

When we stepped outside, my jaw literally fell open. As barren as his house was, he'd turned the backyard into a weirdly midwestern version of a tropical paradise. Where we'd put a hammock, he had a brick smoker. Where we'd put a little herb garden, he'd built a covered bamboo bar, complete with two hammocks. He'd strung up the entire area with Christmas tree lights. I don't know if it was a joke or if was actually into them, but he even had two plastic pink flamingoes at the edge of the yard. And the bar looked more like a proper bar than a home bar--there were scores of bottles.

The asshole grinned at us from behind the bar. "Not what you were expecting from a fucking asshole like me?"

"Jesus, no. I'd assumed you were a beer or whiskey guy. Or maybe both." Chuy pointed to the cocktails lined up on the bar. "Those for us?"

He slid a small glass with a pineapple wedge in it towards me. "For Jess, A USS Wondrich. Pineapple, hints of chocolate and orange...not too sweet." He slid a big tumbler full of ice and a mint sprig towards Chuy. "For you, a test pilot. This is a classic. If you've never had a tiki cocktail, this is a great introduction." He took the final glass, a tall one filled with what looked like lemonade except its bubbly top. "You'd like this one, Jess. Kind of girly for an asshole like me, but I've got to keep ready to serve you a full portion of meat later on."

I smirked. "Did you buy a book full of dirty dad jokes?"

"I wrote the book. I'm hoping to collect the royalties tonight."

Chuy shook his head, then took a sip of the test pilot. His eyes popped. "Wow, Asshole, you're proving to be way more than I thought. This is kind of boozy, but delicious."

I sipped mine and was as delightfully surprised. "I thought this would be like those drinks we got in Florida--way too sweet. But this is so...subtle?"

"We in the obsession call it balanced. Cheers!"

We talked about his backyard and the cocktails a bit. I think even the asshole was nervous about what we all knew was coming next. Or how to shift it to where we wanted it to go. As I sipped on the cocktail, I felt shy about actually taking off my robe. I knew it was silly--I'd shown this man my tits and got off on him coming on me. We'd been building towards this moment for weeks and I'd been damn close to topless on the bike path. But feelings are weird. So I let Chuy and the Asshole talk about the differences between rum styles and how he built the smoker while I sipped and ruminated.

Would he try to fuck me in front of Chuy? Or continue to be like this--charming, a little self-deprecating, and respecting our boundaries?

I'd been staring at my drink. When I looked up, he grinned at me. If he had kept better care of his skin, maybe himself, he'd be roguishly good looking. One of my college friends had a weird thing for much older guys. Like she fucked a dude in his 70s when she was 19. She'd be throwing herself at the asshole, even if he was kind of young for her. I giggled at the thought.

"God, you look so sexy, Jess. Why don't you take that robe off?"

I leaned into the shyness and looked away, giving him a coquettish as fuck grin. "I'm feeling shy. You'll just have to wait."

"Chuy, don't you think she should follow the rules?"

"It's her choice, Asshole." Good boy.

I leaned over and kissed him. "My choice, Asshole."

He came around the bar and stood behind me. "Your choice," he said in my ear. "You should try this Mai Tai Spritzer. You'll love it."

I nodded, my arousal coming back without pushing the shyness aside. If anything, the two were enhancing each other. I could feel my cheeks turning red as I spoke with a schoolgirlish voice. "This is so delicious. I'd love to try yours."

He reached around me and took my glass from my hand and then slipped his hand to my waist. With his other hand, he lifted his glass to my lips and gently tipped it back. I let the drink flow into my mouth. I barely tasted the drink because I was suddenly on breathless and on fire. His hand slipped down so it rested on my hipbone, subtly pulling me against him. He tipped the glass up again and gave me another taste.

"Irresistible, isn't it?"

I nodded, too breathless to speak. I swallowed hard before glancing at Chuy. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Another man was seducing his wife in front of him.

The asshole put the drink down and traced my lips with his finger, then licked his fingers. "Mmm. Even though I made it, I forgot how delicious that cocktail was."

He brought his finger back to my lips and pushed it in to the knuckle. I didn't suck on it, but didn't resist as he slowly stroked it in and out.

"You're such a good girl."

With his finger in my mouth, I only slow-nodded my response. This was going some place I hadn't expected. Someplace that was turning me on so much more than my fantasies. If he wanted to pick me up and throw me over the bar to fuck me, I don't think I would have said no. That's a lie. I'd beg him to put it in me already, fucking asshole.

He didn't. "Such a good girl." His other hand went to my shoulder and began peeling the robe off my shoulder. "Now why don't we take this off so I can see if you followed the rules? I might have to spank you if you didn't, right, Chuy?"

I'd forgotten about my husband. He was as entranced as I was. When our eyes met, he reached out and took my hand. Permission to take off the robe. To let the asshole touch me more.

It's not like Chuy's touch took me out of the spell, but it reminded me I wanted to tease the asshole more. I didn't know how he'd come tonight, but I knew he would while he touched me, caressed me...or more. I wanted to make this even bigger for all of us.

I pulled my lips away from his finger. "You'd better check on the meat, you fucking asshole. I won't tolerate it getting burnt and it's fucking already smoking hot."

Laughing, he pulled on my robe a bit, but I pressed my arm to my side to keep it from coming down. "Good point, Jess. I wouldn't want the meat to get dry, although I suspect the meat will get soaked soon enough."

"God, you're incorrigible," Chuy laughed.

"I'm just dedicated to making sure I'm a good host." He slapped my ass before getting up and going to the grill. "Why don't you guys get the corn? We've got maybe a half-hour before the meat is rested."

"Don't fucking touch me without permission, Asshole," I complained without meaning it.

#

In the kitchen, Chuy pushed me onto the counter, his steel rod pressed hard against my belly, and started kissing me. "Fuck, Baby, I'm so turned on. What were you thinking he--"

I grabbed his finger and sucked it into my mouth, fellating it like it was a cock I could manage. Like it was the asshole's. "Mmm...I'm sopping, Baby. I need a cock so bad," I said between wet slurps.

"A cock?" His breaths came hard.

"Oh, God, yes.

A

cock. Fuck, baby, you better let me suck you or I'll have to fuck the asshole. I need a cock right now. I have to have it."

"Oh, fuck, baby. I'm going to nut so hard. I want to be in you."

I looked over his shoulder. The asshole was fucking with the grill. I was definitely wet and excited enough to take Chuy's monster fuckrod, but I slide off the counter onto my knees and pulled out the beast from his trousers. "Tonight, baby. Tonight. For now, let just...let me suck you. Please, Baby."

His cock smacked my cheek hard. God, it was so huge. I was so horny, all that size just added to my excitement, even though there was no way I could get it into my mouth. I kissed the tip while wrapping my hands around his shaft. It took both hands. A petite girl like me could never just use one hand on a beast like Chuy's cock.

As much as I wanted it to fit me better, I loved his cock. It's so gorgeous. I loved the way it felt so hot in my hand. The way his foreskin moved with my strokes. The way his pre-come tasted. Whatever the asshole is packing, it isn't this.

I spit on my hands to give me more lubrication and kept stoking him while I licked his balls. I wasn't used to being on my knees like this, but Chuy is so tall, I could get between his legs and even lick his ass a bit as my hands worked him.

"Oh, fuck, Baby. I'm so close."

"Come for me, Baby," I said just as the asshole walked it. He paused at the door, watching us.

I slide down lower, my eyes locked on the asshole as I stroked my husband above me. I don't know why, but I didn't want him to know Chuy is so much bigger than him, so I kept Chuy's pussy breaker above me.

The asshole took out his cock and stroked, matching my pace. I liked my lips, then made a cock-sucking O. The asshole was following the rules. Respecting my boundaries, but I wanted him to come over and shove that cock in my mouth. Use me while I serviced my husband.

Serviced. Jesus. That's what I was doing. I was getting him off while holding my own mother fucking insane horniness for later. It's like horniness was powering my mitochondria, pulsing in my veins, giving me reason to live. I wanted to fuck so like the survival of all life on earth depended on it, but wanted more to hold on to it until...

Until I did something stupid, reckless, and mind-blowing.

"Come for me." I took a hand off Chuy's cock to rub myself, all the while staring at the fucking asshole.

He mouthed, "When I fuck you." In my head, he mouthed that. In reality, I didn't know. He put his cock back in his swimsuit. He's saving his come for my body.

I dipped my fingers under my robe and bottoms, deep into me. I pulled them out and let him see how ridiculously wet I was, then used my fluids to stroke Chuy.

"Baby, I'm coming."

I got my mouth onto the tip of his dick just in time. His load was huge and almost gagged me. I savored the flavor of it. The feel of it. The volume of it. My husband, there can't be anybody who has a bigger cock or a bigger come.