The Asshole 08

[Thank you for clicking on this story. I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter 8 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. For readers of the series, this is the second half of Jess and Chuy's adventure in Mexico. They'll return home and to the pushy asshole next chapter.]

[Chuy]

Jess flipped through the money, a joyous smile on her face. I knew it wasn't because of the money--$5000 would be very nice, but not something we needed. It was because she was fully embracing being a slut.

"Give the envelope to your pimp, whore, and make sure it's enough."

Jess laughed and brought it over. "Did I do good?"

I brought her hand to my cock, letting her feel how hard I was. "You did good, whore. Now go and serve your client."

She tip-toed up to kiss me. "I love you so much."

"I love you. Now go fuck Gabby."

I watched her perfect ass as she scampered gleefully back to Gabby, fighting doubts about if I'd done the right thing. My dick said

yes

,

watch Gabby and Jess fuck more

. It was like my ultimate girl-on-girl fantasy come to life. But the way Jess responded to Gabby's domination--the way I could almost see the collar and cuffs Gabby traced on Jess's body because Jess moved as though they were real; the way she came so hard and often with her lover; the way they connected so deeply on an emotional level--that was triggered fears that Jess might want her instead of me. And why wouldn't she? Gabby is almost too perfect. Whatever imperfections were found on her body then before had been removed with surgical perfection. Whatever insecurities and social ineptitudes might have once been there were either gone or hidden so deeply, I'd never witness them. Then she showed both of us she knew how to make love to Jess better than I did.

I ran my thumb over the bills, fanning them. But Jess wants this so much, and she was connecting with me, keeping her eyes on me the entire time. Plus, despite coming so hard just moments before, I was even harder, even more turned on than ever.

Gabby took Jess's hand, leading her towards her bedroom. "We'll be back, Chuy, but Jess needs to get ready before she can truly be a proper whore."

I nodded, then Gabby took my wife away.

Inside her bedroom, Gabby and Jess laughed and giggled with an occasional gasp and moan. I stroked my cock, trying to hold back from coming from the mental images of what had already transpired and what I imagined was happening in the bedroom. Jess making love to Gabby. I knew she loved me, but she was crushing so hard on Gabby. It would be genuine love making as Jess kissed her way down Gabby's perfected body.

Until we go to bed to sleep

. Would she really be returning to me tonight?

These thoughts were so treacherous. My problem, not our problem. Enjoy the show and let your wife have a once-in-a-lifetime experience we can playback dozens of time

Gabby came back without Jess and pressed her luxurious body against mine, taking my balls in her hand as my cock pressed into her belly. "I'll bring Jess out in a second, but I wanted to talk to you first. Are you really okay with this?"

I nodded.

"Good. Jess loves you so much and I'd never want to get in the way of that. And I want you both to come back sometime when Jason isn't here so the three of us can just play all weekend. I want watch you fuck Jess." She slid down so the head of my cock went between her tits. "And I want to fuck you. And so much more. Which won't happen if either of you leave with doubts about anything."

I gulped. "Yeah."

"But I paid for Jess tonight and I want her to completely submit to me, Chuy. I'm going to fuck her into a new plane of orgasmic bliss, a place you've never reached with her."

My cock throbbed between her tits. I love Jess's little breasts, but I'd never had my cock between tits like this. They were supple, yet firm. I'd come too recently to get off on this, but, damn, it felt so good. I just nodded as she told me she'd make love to my wife better than I did.

She flicked the pre-come emerging from my cock with her tongue and grinned. "She's also going to put your cock in me. Not fucking, but in."

I groaned and nodded.

"So when she tells me I own her, and she will with complete conviction because at the moment it will be true, don't freak out, okay? Tonight, she's mine completely, body and soul, and maybe even heart. But tomorrow and ever after, she's yours. I've caught a rare case of feelings for her, but they never last for me. I just don't have romance in me. Jess loves you so much you'd have to drive her away to ever lose her. And I want her to be with you, I want both of you to have this amazing love you have. So let her have this, okay?"

Perhaps if she hadn't been tempting her hands and breasts, I might have been able to say something more than, "Okay."

She kissed me on the lips. "Thank you. Please try not to come. I was serious that I'm going to have Jess put you in me. I want you to give me a big load for her to clean up. Do you want to see that? Your whore wife cleaning your come out of my cunt."

My cock jerked hard, telling me how hard it will be to hold off. "Fuck yes."

"Good." She milked a drop of pre-come onto her nipple and stood, wrapping herself around me and kissing me. "God, I want to fuck you, Chuy. Both of you. But not tonight. Tonight is for exploring your boundaries. Jess is learning so much. You see that right? That this was always in her, this slut, this whore who wants to be exhibited and to submit?"

She kissed my neck, almost like I was a woman. "But you've got hidden depths, too. Can you feel that? Feel how surrendering control and jealous can be sexy?"

I nodded because I was delirious with desire, not because I agreed.

"Chuy, I'm excellent at seeing what people don't see in themselves, and even better at bringing it out. Jess has a safe word, so when I hurt her, trust that she wants it. And when your feelings get...a little uncomfortable, trust me and let yourself experience it. I promise you, this will strengthen your bond with her. Please trust me."

She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her cunt, letting me feel how wet she was. How amazing it would be to be with her and Jess as Jess put me into her. "Trust me."

I didn't respond before she pulled away and returned to her room. I watched her broad hip and full ass sway, open mouth, as she went to change our lives forever.

If I could come without touching my cock, I would have blasted semen all over the place when Gabby and Jess emerged from her room. Gabby entered first, dressed up in black leather boots that went almost to her hips, a black garter belt, and jewelry thing I didn't have a name for--a collar that attached to a belly chain in a spidery array of thin chains over her breasts. Between her legs was a black rubber cock almost as long as my own, if more typical in diameter. In one hand, she held a leather flog. In the other, she held Jess's leash.

Yes, Jess's leash. Jess emerged dress in white leather cuffs around her ankles, wrists and neck.

Sparkly crystals on the collar spelled out what Jess was that night:

W H O R E

A groan from across the deck reminded me Jason was there. He had his hand on his cock, watching his sugar baby dominate my wife. Jesus.

Dominate my wife with the flog. Dominate my wife with a riding crop Jess held in her teeth. Dominate my wife with the cock between her legs.

Pre-come dripped from my jerking cock. I didn't know I wanted to see this. I'd never imagined it, but now that it was in front of me, I couldn't think of anything hotter. Fuck. My heart raced as I swallowed.

Gabby lead Jess to where Jason stood and had Jess kneel, her hand cuffed behind her back. Jess bent her head down in submission.

"You want to fuck my whore, don't you, Daddy? You want to put your cock into her tight, married pussy, don't you?"

"Oh God, yes. She's such a perfect whore."

Jess blushed when he spoke, the white collar somehow making it look even brighter.

Gabby brushed her rubber cock across my wife's lips. "You want to fuck her face, don't you, Daddy? Especially since she's never taken her husband in her mouth. Not once."

"Oh, fuck, really?"

"Tell him, slut."

Jess bit her lip and looked over at me.

Jess slapped her cheek. "I didn't ask your husband. Tell Daddy, have you ever put your husband's cock in your mouth?"

"Only the tip. He's too big."

Gabby pushed her cock into Jess's lips. Jess parted her mouth, but looked uncertain, unsure if she was supposed to give her mistress a blow job or just let the cock sit there.

"Show Daddy what he's missing. Show him how you can suck cock. No hands." Gabby and Jason both laughed.

Jess looked like a deer in headlights. Was she in over her head? Was I?

I wasn't exactly jealous, just...I didn't have a word for it. Anxious and aroused, that weird combination of emotions I'd brushed up against when Jess was with the asshole, but more intense.

Jess licked around the head of the rubber cock, tentative swipes of her tongue. I was reminded of the first time she tried oral on me. She admitted my size intimidated her, but she wanted to make it work. She really did, too, until it was obvious her jaw just didn't open enough to take me without scraping me with teeth.

"You can do better, bitch. I'm paying your cunt $5,000 for this. Show Daddy what he can't have."

Jess nodded and slipped the head between her lips and began bobbing. She gradually got into a rhythm, bending at the waist to get more of Gabby's cock into her mouth.

"Yeah, bitch, that's good. Go deeper."

Jess was getting a few inches in, probably what could fit into her mouth without going into her throat. Would Gabby make Jess deep throat her? That never looked fun for the women doing it and even if I had a more manageably sized dick, not something I'd ever ask Jess for. I took a step towards them, wanting to save my wife from it, but Gabby caught my eye and winked. Did she and Jess talk about this?

Safe word

. Chill out, Chuy, and enjoy your wife being a whore.

Enjoy your wife being a whore

. I contemplated grabbing Jess and taking her back to our rental. This had gone so far. We fucking took $5,000 dollars to whore Jess, for God's sake, and Jess was opening her mouth as wide as she could while Gabby pushed a rubber cock into her throat.

Gabby slowly fucked back and forth, going slightly deeper with each thrust until Jess shook her head. Gabby pulled all the way out and caressed Jess's hair before saying something I couldn't hear. Jess nodded, eyes wide.

"Look how obedient this fuck hole is, Daddy. She's never had a cock in her throat before and how she's going to take mine until I come all over her."

Jason and I both exclaimed, "Fuck!"

Jess glanced over at me just before Gabby pushed her cock into my wife's throat. Was Jess reminding me this was for both of us? Seeing if I was okay with how she'd completely submitted to her lover? Fuck.

Her lover

. That thought sent pangs of jealousy sparking down my whole body. And my goddam cock twitched.

Her lover

.

Gabby was slow and, if throat fucking could ever be called gentle, gentle as she coached Jess in getting her face fucked. She paused several times to pet Jess, praise her for how good she was doing, and give her tips to relax.

Jason was stoking his cock along with Gabby's thrusts, pausing whenever Gabby did. I wanted to do the same, but remembered Gabby's words about holding back from coming. Maybe the anxiety and jealousy that swirled about my arousal would have kept me from coming, but it's hard to imagine I wouldn't have nutted hard when Jess finally got all seven or eight inches of rubber cock into her throat. Gabby held it there for a few seconds before pulling out the spit-drenched cock.

My wife just deep throated her lover.

Her lover.

Her lover.

Deep throated her lover.

Why did this make me so hard, even as the words winced and made me feel like I might vomit?

Gabby tenderly cleaned the drool from Jess's chin with her thumb.

"Good, whore. You're such a good slut. Tell Daddy how it felt getting your face fucked."

Jess stole a look at me before responding. "Honestly, my mouth still tastes like rubber, and I don't like that. But I feel proud I could do it. I wish it were a real cock. I wanted to taste your come, Gabby. I wanted your juicy load. I love it when Chuy comes in my mouth."

"A real cock like Jason's?"

She turned to me and smiled so lovingly, all the anxiety and jealousy melted away. "No, like Chuy's. Just with a better fit. I love you."

"I love you."

Gabby smirked. "You're not supposed to tell your husband how much you love him when you're whoring yourself, Jess."

We all laughed.

"Slut, I'm not paying you enough to fuck Daddy, but I want you to put your mouth next to his cock. Let him feel your breath, let him imagine what it would be like to fuck your face."

Jess did more than that. She opened her mouth as wide as I've ever seen it and brought it over his cockhead and bobbed her head back and forth in shallow strokes. I couldn't see, but I trusted she wasn't actually touching him, going just as far as she could without lips or tongue coming into play. She did that for five or six bobs, then pulled back and looked up at him, grinning. Fuck, Jess loved to tease.

"I bet your Daddy wants to fuck your whore's sloppy wet cunt right now, too."

"Daddy wants all of your holes, whore. And believe me, when Daddy fucks you, nobody else will ever feel as good," Jason said.

Gabby picked up the flog and tapped his cock. "Except this whore is mine tonight, Daddy. She won't be fucking you."

Jason smiled and met my eyes. "Or her husband. Go fuck this whore, Gabby. I want to see you own her."

I know he paid the $5,000, and probably had more of a role in setting this up than Gabby let on, but I couldn't help but dislike him for saying that. Fuck you, Jason. Gabby is my wife. She loves me, fucking asshole. Fucking asshole. Another thought I didn't want that was both repugnant and exciting. I pictured Jason as Asshole, pictured him grabbing Jess's head and making her take his face fucking. I shook my head. That's a dangerous thought. Besides, what could be better than Gabby, looking so utterly hot fucking my wife? God,

fucking my wife

. These thoughts.

"Don't worry. I'm going to own this whore completely. Slut, you've never been fucked as good as I'm going to fuck you. You're going to be a wrecked floppy doll by the time you crawl home tonight. I'm going to break your cunt and ass."

Jess looked up at her, eyes wide. "Goody."

Gabby had Jess show Jason how wet her pussy was before she took her to the cushioned benches by me. Jess's cunt juice was running down her thighs.

"Kiss your husband, whore. Let him know that no matter how much I take possession of you, you'll still love him. Because I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never have better."

Jess giggled as she got up on her tiptoes to kiss me. I pulled her in my arms and kissed her deeply, looking out of the corner of my eyes to see how Gabby would react. She smiled.

"I love you so much, Chuy. Are you okay with all of this?"

"I love you too, Baby. It's a lot, but I think I love this slut wife I've discovered I have."

"Good. No matter what I say, Baby, I'm just being a whore, okay?"

"I know."

We kissed again before Gabby literally pulled Jess away with the leash. That was so weirdly hot. Jess kind of stumbling backwards, trying to catch her balance as Gabby had her way with her.

Gabby pushed Jess down on the cushions. "Look, slut, I didn't say

talk

to your husband, did I?"

"No."

"You need to be punished if you're going to learn to be a good whore, right bitch?"

"Yes, Gabby."

"Yes,

Mistress

."

"Yes, Mistress. I want to learn how to be a good whore for you."

Gabby didn't say anything before using the flog on Jess's ass. It was almost more of a caress than a slap, but the surprise on Jess's face told me she didn't expect it. Gabby snapped the flog again, the long leather strands blurring before they struck my wife's butt. Jess's whole body jerked.

"OW!"

My fists clenched as Jess's ass turned red, and I had to remind myself that Jess had a safe word. That there was some part of Jess that was turned on by having her ass spanked...and flogged.

"I didn't say speak, whore."

The flog blurred again and Jess grimaced, but didn't say anything. Gabby snapped and caressed with the flog, while Jess alternately grimaced and moaned, and squirmed about, all as her ass turned bright red.

I felt shame and guilt as I enjoyed seeing somebody get violently punished, even though I knew Jess had a safe word and was enjoying this. Not just enjoying it, getting off on it. How much Jess liked it when the fucking asshole spanked her should have clued me in, but seeing Gabby thoroughly work over my collared and cuffed wife's ass with the flog, making her jump and squirm while her cunt gushed down her leg made it really hit home. My sweet, determined, independent wife was kinky as fuck.

Was I ever really satisfying her? Yes, she loved me. Yes, she enjoyed sex with me, but Gabby was taking her to a new level.

Jess started crying, but I could tell it wasn't the pain or sadness, it was some kind of intense emotional release. "Please, Gabby!"

Gabby slapped Jess's ass hard with her hand, leaving a handprint in the sea of reddened flesh. "

Mistress.

I paid for your to address me properly, whore."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm sorry. But I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me, please. You've made me so horny, I can't stand it."

I was leaking pre-come as my cock jerked, but Jess's words cut. I felt so inadequate. Jess had never

needed

me like this, never been literally crying for release. Maybe this would be different if I didn't know Jess was crushing on Gabby, and that Gabby hadn't caught feelings, too. I knew how much Jess loved me, but...put that thought aside. Put it fucking aside.

I touched my cock to distract myself, but I was too close to coming to risk it. Instead, I stepped behind Jess and held up my hand, then took my other hand, hoping Gabby understood I wanted to hold Jess's hand as Gabby fucked the living shit out of her.

Gabby shook her head.

As I slunk back to the side, Gabby said, "What do you need, whore?"

"I need you to fuck me, Mistress."

"Whose cock do you want right now?"

Jess bit her lip and looked to me.

"Bitch, I said whose cock do you want?"

Jess swallowed and moused out, "Yours, Mistress."

Gabby ran the tip of the strap-on up Jess's cunt and ass. "What do you need?"

"I need you inside of me, Mistress. Please fuck me, Mistress. Please."

"Which hole do you want your owner to possess, whore?"

"My pussy. Please, Mistress, I want to come so bad. Fuck my slutty cunt. Fuck me!"

Gabby put a hand on the base of her rubber cock and then plunged in until her knuckle hit Jess's clit. Jess's pussy leaked all over the fucking dildo as obscene wet noises and her musky odor filled the air.

Jess let out a long breath, her eyes rolling up into her head.

Gabby didn't move. "Is this what you want, whore?"

"God, yes, please, Mistress. Please fuck me."

Gabby pulled out and move the head of her cock up against Jess's asshole.

"Mistress, please, I need you in me. I'm so close."

Gabby pushed into Jess's ass a fraction of an inch.

"Please, Mistress, fuck my cunt. I--"