The Asshole 05

[Thank you for clicking on this story. I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter 5 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.]

[Jess]

As I came down from my orgasm, I was finally sated enough to realize what I'd done. I'd broken the rules. The moment he took his dick out and pressed it against my ass, I could have stood up and ended it. But I was too fucking turned on. It really was like being drugged.

"We have to go." I got up and put on my robe, grabbing my come-soaked bikini and shoving it into my pockets.

As I slipped on my shoes, the asshole came up behind and and pulled me against him, his cock hard again. "Chuy's out. We have all night to finish this."

I pulled away and raised my hand, ready to slap him. "We're already finished, Asshole. I told you what the lines were, and you crossed them again and again. Jesus, why can't you just..." I shook my head. I was trying to reason with a complete and total asshole.

"Don't bullshit me, Jess. You loved every second of that." To emphasize the point, he put a finger his his come and brought it between my cheeks.

I shivered.

"And if your husband hadn't passed out, he would have been beating his meat the whole time. You guys came over so you could fuck me. We all know it."

I pulled away and smacked his hand. "Fuck off, Asshole. We came over to tease you and play around a little. Yeah, this shit turns us on, but it doesn't mean either of us wanted your fucking little dick on my ass."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself. Do you want my help getting the big guy up?"

I wanted him to disappear, but I needed his help. How the fuck did I go from so out of this world to pissed off? Because I'm pissed at myself. I took a long breath. "Look, right now, I need to think about this. All of this. It went farther than I planned--"

"I--"

"Let me finish, please."

He nodded.

"You're not the only one who broke the rules. I'm more fucking angry with myself than with you. I should have stopped once Chuy started to doze off. I don't think there will ever be another time we do this, but if we do, we both have to respect those rules. Both of us. None of this pushing on the boundaries shit, Asshole."

He nodded again, slowly, before replying. "Alright. I'm sorry I pushed it. But will you be honest with me?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing what he would ask. "Sure," came out like a sigh.

"Don't answer me, but answer yourself. Did you ever really want me to follow those rules? Even at the start?"

"Yes. Now help me get Chuy to his feet. That should wake him up enough he can shuffle home."

The asshole's question stuck with me as I helped Chuy home and into bed. Not because I didn't know the answer, but because it scared me.

No, Daddy, I didn't

.

I wanted you to fuck me

.

I wanted your cock in my ass. I wanted your cock balls-deep in my married pussy.

And when I got home, because I didn't let the asshole give me what I was desperate for, I wanted my husband to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, then fuck me again and again. Instead, I made him drink water and take aspirin, then left him in bed to sleep it off.

I went downstairs to the guest bedroom so I wouldn't have to listen to Chuy's drunk snoring.

"Fuck!"

I was pissed off at Chuy for drinking too much. I was pissed off at myself for being pissed off when I knew the asshole made his drinks stronger than they tasted to ensure Chuy'd get really drunk. I was pissed off at that fucking asshole for getting me so fucking horny, so goddamn unstoppably horny that I was contemplating going back and fucking the shit out of him.

I was probably more drunk that I realized. I weigh significantly less than half of what Chuy does. Low alcohol drinks sometimes go a long way with me. Or I'm just a horny slut.

"Fuck!"

I crept back upstairs and grabbed a realistic cock-shaped dildo from my toy box.

Spank me, Daddy, I've been so bad.

Smack!

You feel so good in my cunt, Daddy. Do you like this married pussy?

Smack!

Spank me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck this married pussy. Make your slut come.

The sun was up before I stopped fucking myself.

[Chuy]

I woke up with a hangover, an erection, and no Jess. Shamefully, my first thought was

she's over there, fucking the asshole.

Worse, my subsequent thoughts were clouded by the presence of my hand on my dick. As I slowly stroked myself, I could almost feel Jess's pussy stroking me, grinding against me, all wet and wonderful. I could almost smell her arousal. And could picture her grinding against the asshole's cock. In my imaginary version, he wasn't wearing the bikini bottoms, and he didn't have a swimsuit on. Her wet lips were wrapped around his dick, her clit bumping against his head on every stroke. Her sweat dripped down on his chest.

Baby, he's putting it inside of me!

My balls were boiling over.

My cock was spasming as my mind shouted out,

No! Baby stop!

But she said

I can't, Baby. I'm so close. I need his dick in me.

My come shot out, splashing over the sheets and all the way to the floor. I wanted to cry.

I wanted to see it in reality.

I wanted a fistful of Tylenol.

I got some and went back to bed. What the fuck was going on in my head? Nobody, not even Jess, would believe me if I told them up until the night before, I thought I was just a voyeur. Because, obviously, not true. We'd been fantasizing about Jess showing off her body to the asshole, yes, but also her giving him hand jobs, blowjobs, and even sometimes fucking him. A voyeur doesn't fuck around with his wife imagining another man is there, touching her, being touched by her, making each other orgasm.

But it was a fantasy. Dirty talk in bed. In my mind, I wasn't like the actual cuckold I knew--Jimmy, who found out how big my dick was on a hiking trip and tried to get me to fuck his wife, imagining that once I fucked her, she'd barely feel his little dick. I always thought Jimmy was pathetic. What kind of loser wants his wife to fuck another man? Jimmy is whiny, too. He complained we extended the trip and had to rough it one night. He wanted his fancy pour-over coffee. He had blisters on his feet and couldn't we turn back? That's the kind of man that wants somebody else to fuck his wife. It's not even a gender thing. Jess is a hundred times stronger and tougher than Jimmy. I don't know a single trans person as pathetic as Jimmy.

And then I was goddamn Jimmy

Fuck My Wife, Please

Palcucci.

We had to stop this. But first, I had to go back to sleep.

"Sweetie, are you alright? It's almost one."

Jess was resplendent. She's always resplendent, even in an old t-shirt and chore-day jeans. But today...so much more than everyday resplendent. Even if that's not technically a thing.

"Yeah. Mostly not hung-over."

She sat next to me on the bed, caressing my hair. "Yeah, that was...a lot."

I nodded.

We looked at each other. That was so awkward. I had no idea what to say.

Last night turned me on so much, Baby

. Or

I'm a pathetic looser.

Or

Can we do that against soon?

Or

How was it for you? By the way, I'm feeling totally weird, unsettled and horny?

She started chewing on her lip.

I took her hand, trying to be reassuring, but still feeling completely incapable of saying anything. Part of me was shouting I should just get up and take a shower so we could put it off until...never.

"So..." She looked out the window towards the asshole's house.

"Yeah."

"I mean...Oh, God, Baby, this is awkward. Did I fuck up last night? Are you mad at me?"

I pulled her to me. "Oh, shit, no! I...

You

were fine. Good. No, you were fucking so goddamn hot that I'm...I'm sorry. I--"

"You don't have anything to apologize for. I'm the one who went too far." She buried her head in my chest.

I pulled her up to kiss her. "Sweetie, I'm completely good with everything you did. I'm just struggling with my reaction to it. I told you, if this was a problem for

me

it would be up to me to work it out. And I'm trying to do that."

"Are you sure? I felt like I went a little wild...a

lot

wild."

I kissed her again. "Whatever it was, it's okay with it. Honestly, Baby, that's not what I'm struggling with."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. So he touched your ass." I laughed. "A lot. And your tits. Honestly, I know we didn't say it out loud, but we both knew he's push the boundaries a bit. I was a little surprised when you ground on his cock like we do, but that was so hot. I wasn't remotely jealous, just turned on. Were you okay with him spanking you?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah. Please. We have to be honest about this, even if it's hard. Not being honest is what could really fuck us up."

She nodded, and looked away. "Okay. This is hard to say, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. I think that was the hottest part of it all, and all of that teasing got me so turned on, it was like I was insane with lust all night."

I laughed. "I remember. And your bikini probably needs a wash."

She blushed hard and slapped my chest. "Oh God!"

"Did he come on your ass?"

She nodded slowly, still not looking at me. "Chuy, he tried to touch me with it. Like after I was riding him, he took his cock out and wanted me to fuck him."

"But you didn't, right?" I felt insensitive asking since I knew she didn't. There was no way she'd let him cross the penetration rule.

"No. I told him no. He didn't like it, but he stood over me and jerked off." She glanced at me, biting her lip, still flushed. "Chuy?"

"Yeah?"

"I liked it. A lot. Feeling his come on my ass. Seeing his cock up close. And, Chuy?"

I gulped, my cock getting hard, hoping she was about to reveal something, terrified she would.

"I wanted him to fuck me. A lot. You were passed out, and I was so horny. I think if he'd really pushed on me, I might have let him. Are you mad?"

Suddenly I was crying. I didn't understand why, but my emotions were too big for my body to contain. "Come here, Jess. I could never be mad at you."

And then she was crying. We held each other, crying our eyes out. I felt so much love for her and so much tenderness. And wanted to protect her from even the hint that I might be angry with her.

Then we were kissing. And passionately kissing. And she shimmied out of her clothes. And we were grinding against each other as urgently as we did on the first night we slept together.

"I have to have you in me, Chuy."

"Are you ready?"

"Get me ready, Baby. Get me ready for all of you. I want every last millimeter of you inside of me."

After she's come twice and I'd flooded her with my come, we smothered each other with professions of our love.

Later, we caressed each other, not avoiding the topic as much as basking in our love. We made love again and ordered delivery from the Syrian place before we returned to the topic, before I was ready to be honest about my feelings.

I tried to explain how conflicted I was. It didn't come out smoothly because I still didn't have much of a grasp on how I could be so turned on by the idea and reality of what she did while also feeling like a complete looser for being turned on. I told her about Jimmy Palcucci and what a pussy I thought he was. I told her how part of me knew it would crush me if she let the asshole fuck her, while another part craved seeing that happen, and how I wasn't sure which part was bigger.

"I don't ever want us to explore that. Last night...Chuy, I'm afraid of how out of control I was. That part of you that craved seeing him break the rules? My whole body burned with a need for him to push past the boundaries we set.

Spank me, fuck me, tell me our rules don't matter

. Baby, what if I had? Would you be able to forgive me if I fucked up? It was like I was drugged. Like I was coked up on sex hormones, baked to fuck on arousal."

"Jess, Baby, I'd forgive you the world. Would it hurt if you did that? Honestly, probably, but I'm not sure. But would I forgive, every day, every time, always, forever. You are the only person I would ever want, ever could want."

"What if..." She bit her lip. God she's so cute and gorgeous and sexy when she's shy. "Baby, he touched my asshole. What if he, what if he fingered me? What if I didn't stop him?"

"I'd be pissed off at him. I guess I'd wish you'd stopped him since we set a line, but if you'd crossed after all of what went on, how could I blame you? And how could I ever not forgive you?" I kissed her mouth, her neck, and her chest. "This body is perfection to me." I kissed her forehead. "This mind is unparalleled to me." Then I kissed over her heart. "But this soul...Baby, I love you so much, so fucking much. I honestly would rather be dead than not forgive you, especially when this was my idea more than yours."

She reached down and stroked my cock. "Hmm. Well, I only love this beast. The rest of you is just a blood pump for it."

We laughed.

"I love you so much, Baby. So fucking much. Let's make last night a one-time thing, okay? I'll never forget it, but how caught up in all of it scares me."

"That sounds wise, Jess. Man, the asshole is going to be so brokenhearted when you go back to wearing a sports bra on our rides."

She grinned. "I didn't say we had to stop teasing him. Just no going to his house for sex parties." A look of disgust crossed her face. "Oh, God. We went to the asshole's house for a sex party. That's so vile."

"Well, the barbecue truly was outstanding. Let's just think of it as that. A huge pile of hot meat and wet sauce."

For the next couple of weeks, things went back almost to where they were before the rainstorm. We were having more sex than before and, secretly, I would imagine Jess with the asshole more often than I wanted, but neither of us initiated role-playing any of it. We didn't see (or hear) the asshole that often, maybe because Jess wanted to go for a really hard training rides, and that meant driving a few hours a way to get to the hills.

In retrospect, I was avoiding bringing up my conflicted desires because Jess had emphasized how much that night frightened her. I would never do anything that would hurt her and if that whole scenario went too far for her, it went too far. Case closed. Shut up and let everything return to the way it was before. There's no way the last months haven't been an anomaly, anyway. Ever since Esmé, I've always been a voyeur. An inadvertent glance at a nip slip, a chance catching of a woman's panties, any time I was secretly observing a partially undressed woman without her knowing about gave me a thrill. I'd never creep on a woman to get it, but if an accident brought it my way, I'd react. But these fantasies of Jess letting that asshole touch her? Of her grinding on him? That wasn't me. And I knew that was true, too, because they were fading. At first, if Jess was on top of me, doing her patented pussy slide on my cock, I always mentally went to the lap dance. I hate admitting this even to myself, but I often went to fantasies that his dick was out...that his cock pushed into her...that he was fucking her. And when she came, I sometimes imagined her orgasming on my cock was

that

orgasm. That orgasm that was so much greater than anything I'd ever given her.

Those fantasies come up less often. I'm able to be normal with Jess again. Mostly.

And it might have stayed that way if we hadn't gone back to teasing him. But on Wednesday, July 24 at 12:42 pm, I got this text from Jess while I was at work:

JESS: Hey Baby, I love you!!!

The asshole is washing his motorcycle downstairs. I was thinking maybe I should tease him a bit. Go out on the balcony in bikini #10. What to you think, too risky?

CHUY: I love you too!!!

Do you want to? Maybe #8 instead. #10 might imply something we don't intend.

JESS: Shit. Right.

A few minutes later, she sent me a picture of herself in #9, which was almost as revealing as #10, the green bikini she's worn to the pool.

JESS: This is more of a tease. I'm going out on the balcony.

Love you so much!!!

JESS: He's out washing his motorcycle, but just looked up at me. I'm pretending not to see him, with my back to the street.

She sent another photo of bikini #9, this time with her on the balcony. She was bent over, pressing her ass against the railing. #9 wasn't a thong, but it didn't cover much. He must be drooling over her ass cheeks as they press into the grating.

JESS: He just revved his motorcycle. I'm going to get something I can stand on so my whole ass is over the railing. Is that okay, Sweetie? I'm going to show him my married ass. That ass he's touched. The ass he came on. Is that okay?

CHUY: Oh, Baby, are you sure you want to? If you, go for it. Be careful, though. Don't slip.

JESS: I went inside for a bit so he doesn't know what's happening.

She sent me a picture of her top coming down, just before the brown skin of her areola peaked out.

CHUY: Oh, fuck. I don't know if I can handle getting that while I'm at work. I was already starting to tent. Jesus, I need to buy some fucking compression shorts or something if you're going to be sending me pics (and texts) like this!

JESS: Ha. I love you. I can't wait until you get home.

I'm going out now. I'm going to ask him if he misses them.

I sent her a dozen eggplant emoji's intermixed with fire hearts.

JESS: He dropped his water bottle. He's shouting for me to come down so he can inspect them.

CHUY:?!

JESS: I'm keeping a safe distance. But what if I didn't, Baby? What if I let him touch me again?

CHUY: Baby, we can't. But we can think about it.

She sent me a fire heart emoji.

JESS: "Hey Asshole, don't you love these tits. They're just for Chuy now." Was that too mean?

I tried to make her screen explode with hearts.

JESS: I'm sorry, Baby, but I got so turned on, I twerked a little for him. Going in now. Gotta cool down and wait for you. You better not stay late or this horny slut might have to go next door.

CHUY: You're so bad!

JESS: Only as bad as you want me to be. I love you, Baby. LOVE, LOVE, LOOOOVE you!

[Jess]

Look, in hindsight, I know once I started holding back information from Chuy, it should have been the point where I stopped everything, confessed to Chuy, and started working this through with my therapist. It's not like I didn't have some sense that my reaction to the asshole bore some resemblance to the whole shitshow with Mike. But I when those incredibly uncomfortable thoughts came up, I could push them away by telling myself I was only a teenager when Mike and I started dating--we had sex for the first time to celebrate my 20

th

birthday. I'd only had sex with two or three other people before. (Potential guy #1 happened the first and only time I got so drunk I couldn't remember things afterwards. He was equally drunk, but said we fucked, trying to get me to do it again. I wouldn't.) My only relationship before had been with a guy I only dated because my best friend was dating his best friend and a guy I met during college orientation who dumped me once we'd fucked three times. For a girl with big tits. So, yeah. I had issues

then

. I also thought something was seriously wrong with me because I masturbated so much but couldn't come with guys.

So, as this was starting with the asshole, I had Chuy, the most perfect man on the planet. Yes, his ginormous cock sometimes was a problem, but we had a good amount of sex, more than most of my girlfriends had, and it was always satisfying. My life was so close to perfect, so close to literally perfect, that...