The Asshole 06

[Thank you for clicking on this story. I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter 6 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, cheating 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: My cunt is soaked!

This is not the text you want to pop up on your screen as your manager is examining the details on your CAD files, with your phone on your desk, inches from her face. Especially when your boss is a woman who you imagine hates sex.

JESS: Do you want to taste my wet pussy, Baby? I'm so juicy for you.

I slapped my hand over the screen and put it in my pocket, hoping doing so didn't just draw my boss's eyes to my incredibly obvious trouser fortress.

"Sorry. Let me silence that. I know we talked about reducing the curve on the tracks, but that will add ten meters to the curve. We'd have to get another easement."

Katie, my boss, let me pretend she didn't see Jess's texts. We ignored the pings from Jess as we discussed how viable it was to slow trains down for the corner versus getting the county to buy an easement that would allow a more standard radius. Frankly, this project was turning into a nightmare for all of us, even for a project that involved city, county, and state governments, plus private railroad rights and a fucking mall parking lot that should never have been approved. Katie was a fantastic boss who encouraged me to find unconventional solutions, but this clusterfuck has us all at wit's end. The only good thing about how fucked up this project was is that I think she legitimately forgot that she'd seen my wife texting me about her soaking wet cunt.

After the meeting, I went to the bathroom to look at the photos of her wet cunt she's sent, along with all the texts about teasing the asshole. Which was a mistake because it took me 20 minutes before my dick deflated enough I could go back to work.

CHUY: I think Katie knows about your wet pussy.

JESS: What?!! OMG! Really? How?

CHUY: Message preview is my enemy, Baby. So, 1) I'm going to fuck you so hard when I get home, and 2) I hate to say this, but maybe save the texts and pics for after I get home? I don't want Katie to think I'm some kind of perv she can't trust. You know about how things went with Robert, right?

Robert, my ex-co-worker who accidentally sent Katie an explicit picture of himself in bondage gear. Obviously, a whole different level of workplace violation, but not one I was eager to approach.

Jess stopped texting me at work, which only partially solved the problem. When I wasn't thinking about the clusterfuck I called my dream job, I'd think about what Jess was holding back. Every day, her teases got a little more intense. On the third day, she asked me, "What if I showed him my wet pussy?" then showed me a picture of her wet pussy and told me about flashing the asshole as the poor fucker stood fifteen feet below her.

I recognized that we'd gone from talking about what she might do and if I was okay with it to her asking, "what if I..." and then revealing she'd done it. I'm not some moron in a stupid erotica story who can't think straight when his cock gets engaged. Except I was exactly that man. I was so fucking horny for anything Jess did on our God dammed balcony with that fucking asshole below that I think I would have come even if she said, "what if I wasn't at the balcony at all? What if I was outside, and he was feeling my ass? Chuy, Baby, what if I took his cock out? What if..." As long as Jess was on top of me, riding my cock or sliding along it, her gorgeous smile shining down at me, her eyes half-closed in orgasmic memories, I don't think I could have objected.

Worse, after we both had huge orgasms on Thursday, she began licking my cock, talking nasty about tasting herself on me, I wasn't thinking about her and Esmé--a fantasy that would pop up if anytime she talked about tasting herself. I imagined she was standing in our doorway as the asshole stroked himself through his jeans.

I forced myself to imagine Jess untying Esmé's bikini. The contrast in their figures--Jess short, petite and athletic, Esmé busty as fuck with a thicc ass that's kind of the opposite of Jess's big bubble butt--fuck. That would be amazing. Jess has never said or done anything to suggest she's into or would be open to fucking women, but the idea of her with super Catholic Esmé, especially when all I could do is fantasize about her...

And then my fucking mind shifts to the Asshole fucking Esmé's huge tits while Jess plays with his balls and kisses Esmé. That's what I came to. I'm not even in my own fucking fantasies.

Bubble butt (noun): possessing two nearly spherical ass cheeks that protrude from muscular legs in a manner that makes any woman-attracted person hard or wet as fuck.

Jess looked over her shoulder as she twerked her perfect ass at me. Her new cycling shorts were cut so high, they exposed not just that most delicious part of all female anatomy, the line where a bubble butt meets the thighs, but a good quarter of that marvel of female geometry. As she bent over, the shorts dug into her, creating a camel toe that is probably illegal in many jurisdictions.

"Oh. Fuck me. Jess..."

She shook her finger at me, grinning like she's just won the lotto. "Not until we get home."

"Don't blame me if I crash. That's even hotter than the white bikini."

She bit her lip. "I feel so naughty wearing something other than Cicletta." She's worked hard to lead outreach strategy for Cicletta, which is kind of the Lululemon of women's cycling-oriented clothes.

I laughed. "If Cicletta wants to pivot to horny husbands, they need to add those shorts! Oh my God, Jess, it's taking all of my will not to throw you down on the bed and..." she chuckled, "pull them off. Fuck, so sexy, I will be delirious all ride."

She danced backwards and rubbed her ass against my cock. "Mmm...you won't be the only one who can't think straight. Are you ready for this? The asshole hasn't been close to this ass since that barbecue, and I've been teasing him hard. Almost as hard as the burrito."

I grabbed her hips and pressed into her. "God, part of me wants to just stay in and fuck all day. We can just fantasize about him watching."

"Would that turn you on as much as knowing that he's spent ten miles staring at this ass, this married ass, plotting how to hit it? You know he wants to hit this ass. Hit it all day while you're at work. Hit it all night while you're at home."

She laughed when my cock jerked. "You must feel so bad for him. He's only been able to watch." The way her eyebrows went up, I could almost hear the

until now

at the end of the sentence. We'd planned this ride as a tease, but lately, every tease has involved a little more than we talked about.

Jess wanted to avoid our usual trail, where we might see somebody we know, so we ended up on a rarely used, extra hilly back road with crumbling pavement wedged between weedy crevices.

"I feel like we're riding on one of Jess's thongs, this road is so narrow," the asshole shouted from well behind us.

I shook my head and glanced up at Jess. Keeping up with her when she was devouring hills wasn't something I could do. The asshole was like a grade school kid chasing Usain Bolt. Poor fuck. If he could keep up, he'd not just see those perfect cheeks, but her legs working, showing just how strong that lithe body was. Jess might be tiny, but there was nothing less than powerful about her.

"I think the asshole needed a rest five miles ago. He's dying back there."

He was riding side to side to keep the grade manageable, which meant he was riding at least twice as far as Jess and I, and drenched for his efforts.

"Hey, Asshole!" She shouted. "There's an abandoned farmhouse at the top of the hill. Can you make it up to the top? There's a water pump you can splash yourself with to cool off."

His bike wobbled when he took a hand off the handlebar to give a thumbs up.

"Race you to the farmhouse. Ready, set, go!"

Jess gave me three bike lengths of lead out and still got to the farmhouse ahead of me.

She carefully leaned her bike against the farmhouse--it cost more than she makes in three months--then jumped around, repeatedly shouting "I won!"

I laughed. She was playing a role--she's never pushed herself to beat others, just herself. And since the role she was playing involved letting that ass shake and jiggle, I wasn't going to complain.

"You deserve a prize."

"Damn straight I do, Mister." She bounced over to me and wrapped herself around me.

As we kissed, I held on to her by that fantastic bubble butt, grinding her against my cock.

She whispered into my ear, "Are you going to bang the winner hard tonight? Your wife wants this hard boy."

Instead of answering, I let my fingers push into her cunt. I'd forgotten about the asshole. My wife was too hot and horny for me to notice anything else short of a nuclear explosion.

"Yeah, Baby. That's so good. But I won. Don't you think I should be taking a victory lap on your face? Don't you want your wife's sloppy cunt all over your tongue? You get me off so good."

I looked around for a table or chair we could move to when the asshole made it to the top of the hill. He looked like he fell in a river, he was so drenched in sweat. He let his bike fall out from underneath him and fell to the ground next to the water pump. "Fuck! That wasn't fair! I'm dying."

Jess slipped away from me. "Oh, poor Asshole! Did the tiny lady kick your ass so hard you can't stand?"

"Fuck you, bitch," he squeezed out between heavy breaths.

Jess started tapping water out of the old water pump, sending it splashing on a cracked concrete basin next to the asshole. "You can't blame me for overheating." Then she turned and bent over, putting her ass and fragrant pussy inches from the asshole's face. "Unless I'm just too hot for you to handle?"

He splashed handfuls of water over his face and chest. "Damn, you are so nasty. Come and give me a taste of that."

She put her hands on her knees and bent backwards until he could lean forward and lick her ass cheek. He did.

She jumped away and wagged her finger at him. "Naughty, naughty, asshole. This booty belongs to my husband, doesn't it, Baby?"

"Sure does." I strode over and kissed her and needed her ass as the asshole sat in the puddle. I loved her teasing, but needed to take her back and let the asshole know whose wife she is.

"Oh, fuck you," the asshole muttered with humor.

"Well, you did lose, Asshole." Jess pulled away from me and offered him a hand. "But maybe you should get a consolation prize for effort. Do you believe in consolation prizes for people who tried really hard but couldn't keep up?"

I laughed. I didn't know where this was going, but Jess was having a lot of fun. How did my wife turn into such an exhibitionist tease? And how did I not know that would be the hottest thing on earth?

The asshole tried to wring out his t-shirt by twisting up the bottom. "Did I mention

fuck you

?"

"Fuck you isn't a consolation price. That's for the winner." She ran her hand between her legs. "Hmm...does that mean I get to fuck myself. Nice and slow." She squeezed her legs together, biting her lip. "So nice. But that's not the prize for you. Do you want it?"

He pointed to a picnic table near the farmhouse. "Watching you fuck yourself on that table would be a pretty good consolation prize. I reckon it would be an appropriate reward for everyone's hard work."

She tugged at the top of the shorts. "You want to see this wet pussy?"

He nodded, hypnotized by what a slut Jess was being.

She pulled her top off and tossed it to him. She had a sports bra on that flattened her breasts and didn't show much cleavage, but I still felt in my dick like she'd undressed. "There's an energy bar to in the back pocket to help you recover. I wouldn't want to be responsible for you being too weak to ride home."

He held the jersey in his hand, slack jawed, without attempting to find the pocket.

"Chuy, I think Asshole is too tired to find the energy bar. I'd better help."

I laughed again. "Need some help, Asshole?"

He didn't move, still slack jawed.

Jess straddled his feet and squatted down over his legs until she was almost sitting on his shins, then took the jersey, wiping the asshole's face and chest. "You got so wet. Oh, and look. I forgot the energy bar wasn't in my pocket. I didn't want to have to fall out, so I put it here." She leaned forward and pressed her hand between her breasts, pushing the aluminum foil out from between the cups of the sports bra.

I swallowed hard.

"You'd better get it. I'm a little off balance."

The tiny part of my brain that wasn't focused on my dick wondered where the Jess who wanted to pull back from everything was. And some microscopic part of that tiny bit asked if there might have been more to her teases than she let on. We hadn't had anything to drink, and this was almost more intense than anything she'd done at the barbecue.

The asshole pushed her breasts together to squeeze the energy bar out. When the bar finally came out, he let it fall to the ground, keeping his hands on my wife's covered breasts. She'd slipped down, so she was rubbing against his shins. Her flush was no longer from her hard ride. She was incredibly aroused.

This was less than she'd done at the barbecue, but... Honestly, we hadn't really discussed exactly what this ride would entail. Just teasing and those shorts. That terrible tension, that wonderful tension was back in my chest and in my cock. He was feeling her hard nipples through the sports bra, and her wet pussy on his legs. This wasn't teasing from behind a railing, a floor above his head.

I wanted to pull her away and come back to me, put my hands on those perfect little breasts, let my cock rub against that wet cunt. I want to lift her up and pull of her bra, showing the asshole her tits.

Her kept playing with her tits through the sports bra. I wanted him to slip his hands under it, to push it up, to kiss her nipples as she ground on his shins, as she scooted forward until she was rubbing directly on his covered cock. This was already too far but not far enough.

She hopped up. "You let your snack fall in the water. You need your energy, Asshole."

He spanked her.

"Hey!" she shouted, more out of surprise than pain.

I took a step towards him, ready to throw him into the barn house.

He put up his hands, grinning. "You deserved that. You've been such a brat. We were supposed to ride together and you made it into a race. Then you did nothing to stop my consolation prize from falling into the water."

She rubbed her bottom. I doubted it actually hurt. No, this was all a show. I took a step back, letting her handle it.

"So I deserved that?"

"You deserved much more than that," he said as he stood up and tossed Jess's jersey towards her bike.

"I think I won fair and square and you dropped the bar. What do you think, Chuy?"

The asshole was grinning, while Jess bite her lip, playing that she wanted me to save her. I swallowed, those competing tensions warring in my belly and in my twitching cock. Saying he wasn't wrong meant I give him permission to put her over his lap and spank her as she wiggles her wet cunt on his hard cock. Saying no meant letting him give her something I knew I could never really deliver. Something I knew she wanted from me.

My heart thundered in my chest as I tried to say something else. A man shouldn't let another man spank his wife. Jess would figure out something else for her teasing if I just said no. She'd still have those little booty shorts on, and we'd have drawn a line.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

She wiggled her ass. "Chuy, the asshole's wrong, isn't he?"

Say no, Chuy, say he isn't wrong

.

I shook head.

Spank my wife, Asshole.

"Asshole is old as fuck, Jess. You shouldn't have pushed him so hard. Just look at how depleted he is."

The asshole laughed. "You were very naughty, Jess. Teasing me all week. Teasing me with those shorts. Racing ahead when we're supposed to ride together. And then you let that bar fall in the muddy water. Could I eat it after that?"

She bit her lip, looked down and moused out, "No. It would be all dirty." She looked up and grinned. "But you're just a dirty old man." God, she was play-acting the innocent young slut so well. With her size and figure, the change in expression and posture stripped away almost a decade. It was yet another horrible contradiction in desires pushing my arousal towards the breaking point.

He lunged forward and picked Jess up by the waist and carried her towards the picnic table. The look on her face was somewhere between complete shock and thrilled amazement.

Jess kicked her legs and batted at his arms, "trying" to get loose, but giggling the whole way.

Even without Jess playing the bratty-flirty teen, it would have been hilarious because the asshole was barely big enough to pull off the stunt. He's shorter than average and, while he clearly spent a life in manual labor that's given him some honest strength, Jess destroyed him on that hill. He ended up having to put her down halfway to the table.

"Not tough enough to carry a naughty girl to her punishment, dirty old man?"

He gave her a slap on the ass. "You'll see who's tough soon enough, slut."

"I'm a naughty woman, not a slut, Asshole," she said as she leaned over his legs and wiggled her ass. "But I was very naughty, making you work so hard and not letting you have a snack. Dirty old men get so tired so quickly. I've heard they have no stamina at all."

Neither of them were paying any attention to me, so I decided to lean against the farmhouse in the shadows and see how far Jess would let this go. The booty shorts had a high, elastic waistband that went over her belly button. He caressed the top along her lower back, realizing pulling them down with her over his lap wouldn't work.

As his hand moved down, cupping her cheeks, I imagined him slipping his finger under the fabric and fingering her. I wouldn't have stopped him. What would I stop? It's not that I hadn't thought about what it would mean if they fucked. Actually, cock in cunt sex. I'd thought about before the barbecue. I'd thought about it while she was teasing him from the balcony. But it was all fantasy.

"Out of stamina, Asshole? Did this naughty brat tire you out already?"

He pulled her cheek up and let it go, watching as that marvel of nature bounced in that way that was both so jiggly and firm. Then he did it again.

I started rubbing myself over my cycling shorts. This was happening. He wasn't just going to spank her one or twice, he was giving her a spanking. No, not

a

spanking,

the

spanking I tried to but couldn't give her. The asshole isn't filled with dread at the idea of hurting somebody. The asshole never came a quarter in from accidentally killing somebody when his temper got out of control.

SPANK!

"Ouch! Asshole, that hurt!"

SPANK!

"I know. Now be quiet and take your punishment like the naughty slut you are."

"I'm not a--"

SPANK!

Jess grimaced, and my hands clenched.

SPANK!

I wanted to jump over and pummel that fucking asshole for hurting her. But I knew if she really wanted him to stop, she'd say something. Worse, her ass was getting a little pink and I wanted to see it pinker. Did I want her punished for this? Was some part of my mind angry at her for asking permission

after

she upped her teases. For letting him hold her over his lap and spanking her? The conflict in my brain almost made me sick. I was so turned on, so close to coming, from watching that fucking asshole punish my wife, watching her get turned on playing games with another man in front of me. I felt sick for enjoying it, but I wanted more.