The Asshole 09

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The Asshole

readers who have been following it from the beginning. I heard you and I admit, the Mexico chapters went too far. They did a lot of important things plot-wise but pushed several things beyond what was best for the novel as a whole. That's a risk in publishing chapter by chapter without enough beta readers. Tastes will vary, but this chapter brings the asshole back and changes the dynamic back a bit to where it would have been without those excesses. I hope you enjoy it.

As always, if you don't like themes of cuckolding, intense sexual desires, cheating wives, etc., then this entire novel isn't for you and you might as well find something else more in line with your erotic interests to read.]

[Jess]

Yes, I masturbated twice after Chuy went to sleep our first night back, imagining Gabby forcing me to my knees to service her cunt and our making love with Chuy. On my bike ride the next day, I imagined her going with me and taking me in a secluded park. I masturbated to memories of her fucking Chuy. I put myself in postures she taught me and tried to get off while still being "bound." I fucked my ass with a dildo, imagining Gabby ordering me to come for her. I put my wrists together over my head as Chuy went down on me, imaging she'd bound me. I licked his cock, imagining Gabby was sharing it with me. I even tried having him fuck my tits and imagining I was her.

I wrote her an absurdly sincere love letter and dreamed of her moving in with us. I wrote and deleted texts to her a dozen times a day. "Hey! Think about you!" "This is embarrassing, but I need a photo of your pussy, Love. It's so beautiful." "Hi." "Hey, I know you said feelings don't last for you, but..."

This is how ridiculous I was: on Friday afternoon, I pretended to make out with her, using a pillow, imagining us telling each other we loved each other. Even more ridiculously, that massive crush I had on her just made me love Chuy more. I was desperate for the three of us to be together. I wanted to watch them make love. Our last night in Mexico, I was still sore from all the fucking, so when we had our threesome, I mostly took the roll of caresser. Chuy was reluctant until I guided him into her, until I kissed him as they came together. I wanted him to imagine she was Esmé so he's love her the way I did. And I wanted him to give her the fucking of her lifetime. I wanted to be both of them, loving, caressing, and fucking the other. I wanted to be as deep as her, able to take Chuy all the way. When Chuy came home that night, I told him I wanted him to give us both babies. That's how ridiculous I was.

Chuy kissed down my body to my belly and kisses all around my navel. "This is the only place I want my babies in." He kissed my belly some more. "Right." And more. "Here. In the woman I love."

"I love you so much. But..." I turned my gaze away, embarrassed at how out of control my fantasy had become."

He rolled over and pulled me on top of him, kissing my lips. "Baby, that 'but' scares me a little."

"I couldn't love you more, Chuy, honestly. I feel so it so intensely. The

but

is..." I laughed. "Fuck! I keep dreaming about the three of us and...you don't have any feelings for her, do you?"

"I like her, and I love what she's brought out in you. But I don't want a three of us." He paused for a moment. "Jess, have you been talking with her?"

"No. I...I tried to text her, but didn't. I..." I shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't find the words."

He stoked my cheek. "Did she text you?"

I shook my head, suddenly overwhelmed by sadness. I knew this was a crush, an absurd fantasy, but until Chuy said that, I didn't know I'd never sent her messages because I was afraid they'd confirm her feelings had already passed. Gabby was clear she doesn't fall in love.

"You know, meeting her really did make me love you more, right? Not a day has gone by that I haven't felt intense joy and gratitude for you, and that no matter how weird my fantasies are, they're centered on you, right?"

"Me and her." He said it matter-of-factly, without defensiveness or pain. At least that he'd let me see.

"Yes. You and her. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? You know I'd never want that. I just...it was like when I first met you. That crazy intense love, except I felt it for both of you."

"Felt?"

"Feel? Yes, but...Did I fuck up again, Chuy? Did I fuck us up again?"

He kissed me. "No. I guess I assumed that this was just a...I don't know...a crush? Like serious, but not a threat. I could feel that you could have feelings for her without feeling less for me. It probably helps that I don't think she is entirely real." He chuckled. "I guess I'm surprised you still feel this way. I just see her as so manufactured. Ha. Kind of like that money we'll never see. Does she even have emotions?"

I felt a flash of anger and wanted to defend her, but I pulled back from it. "I think she does. I think she made herself into what she wanted to be. She's the perfect version of Gabriela's vision of Gabby. You don't think she's who she wants to be?"

He pulled my elbow to his lips and kissed the inch long scar I have there. "I think she is who she's afraid of not being. I don't know. I'm probably just being judgmental. I always thought people who need to be perfect are sad. Maybe she isn't."

"I don't think she's sad. Honestly, I think she's remarkable. She--"

"I know you do."

"You're sure I didn't fuck us up?"

He rolled me over and kissed the back of my hip, another place I have a little scar from a crash two years ago. "Nope. I love my not perfect Jess, which means I love she can have a huge crush on a hot robot despite not being attracted to women. Which also meant I got to see my ridiculous fantasy fulfilled."

"Fucking Esmé."

"Nope, watching you and Esmé fuck. Honestly, it would have been just as hot if I didn't fuck her. Seeing her..." he swallowed and licked his lips.

"Seeing her...?"

"Seeing her control you. Seeing you together, the two sides of everything sexy...that was amazing. But when you, when I could see you

felt

the collar she drew on your neck. God, Baby, I never fantasized about that, but--"

"But what? You can tell me, Baby. Tell me."

"I feel so weird about it. So wrong. I shouldn't have had that reaction."

"What reaction? Chuy, you let me

whore myself!

If you can overlook that, don't you think I can accept whatever you felt?"

"I liked seeing her spank you. Spank you hard enough to really hurt. I want to stop her at first, but then I remembered you had a safe word you were using. You wanted it. And that turned me on so fucking much."

I lift my ass up. "Spank me, Baby. Make it hurt. Own me and my slutty ass."

Slap. It wasn't a hard slap at all.

"More, Baby. What else did your slutty wife do that turned you on?"

He caressed my ass. "All of it, Jess. All of it. Gabby had me play with my cock while you gave Jason a blowjob and then when you fucked him. And I fucking came when you did. I came hard. I was so jealous, but with Gabby whispering in my ear about turning it into lust, I did. It's so fucked up. I wanted her to punish you. Maybe because I was jealous of her. Like I couldn't spank you like that. I can't believe she didn't leave bruises."

"She did. A little. Were you mad, Baby? I know I went so far. I just...when I get turned on like that, I go horny-crazy. I swear, I was thinking about both of you."

"I wasn't mad. Or maybe I was, but I was so turned on. I think it's the voyeur in me. Seeing you being so sexual, so uninhibited, so...it just drove me nuts with desire. Honestly, I think if I had to watch it all without participating, I still would have liked it. But how much I enjoyed seeing her punish you scared me. I told you about my aunt, right?"

His aunt who had to file a restraining order. "Yeah. You're not like that at all. Spanking turns me on. I

want

this, Chuy. Fuck, I really want it. Being collared and owned. I've been thinking about it. I think it turns me on so much because I have to surrender my trust."

"What do you mean?"

"I had to trust that you'd not hate me. I had to trust Gabby wouldn't go too far and really hurt me. I had to trust her and you to let me have a fantasy. And that made me feel so close to both of you. You know, ride or die times one hundred. The way you looked at me, so full of love? Baby, normal women never experience that. And it all went to my horny spot."

He chucked. "Your honeypot?"

"Yeah, right there. Just like right now. Will you spank me? Spank me harder. Call me a whore? Please."

That night, I didn't sleep well. Not because Chuy couldn't really go through with owning me. He swore he'd try again, but I don't think he has it in him to spank me until I'm almost bruised and to call me a whore and a slut. Which is probably part of why he's such an amazing person I love so much. Outside the bedroom, he's so much beyond what I deserve. Inside he's damn good, too, even if he can't make my ass sing in pain and pleasure.

No, it was the conversation about Gabby being manufactured. About the money being fake. It's not like I didn't want the money. $25,000 is a lot of money and I'd feel a lot more secure about our future with it. But I guess I always knew it was just a game. The part that troubled me is I started to wonder if Chuy was right. If Gabby is a show and I'd fallen for it. Did she plan on starting with the $5,000, knowing it played into my fantasy, because it would make it easier to say yes to the $20,000 and sleeping--no fucking--Jason? It made so much sense. She has so much charisma and once she found out that she's stumbled across a happily married couple who were also freaks, she could turn the charm on me, pretend like we had some deep bond because apparently I read "straight woman who will fall in love with another woman" or something. And then she could get Jason another fantasy encounter. She must have seen that I'm submissive...

Holy shit. I'm submissive. Duh, obvious, I know, but...How the fuck can I be submissive? God, Mike knew. Mike totally knew. And if he hadn't been obsessed with tits like Gabby's and had even a tenth a decent human being hidden inside of him, I'd have known. I'd be his fucking submissive slut. And loving it.

So that was a thought. My therapist, when I make up problems to tell her instead of telling her about all this fucked up sex shit I'm too embarrassed to talk about, tells me to tell myself that. That was a thought. I'm submissive. That's a thought, Jess. Just a thought. Now get back to your worries...

She knew exactly how to manipulate me. All of it. Push a little here and a little there. Reassure me I was in control, all while slowly sliding the control out from beneath my feet.

And here's where it gets scary. Not only did I take off my wedding ring for Jason right after I gave him a hand job with my left hand so he could see it on his cock while Gabby talked about how I was betraying my wedding vows while whispering to me I was being a good whore, playing along with his fantasies, and how it was just talk. After that, while he was fucking me, I told him he was a better lover than my "boyfriend." Then,

then

...

Then I let him pretend he was breeding me. I didn't even know what the fuck that meant until Gabby whispered in my ears. I came hard imagining he was knocking me up so that Chuy and I would carry his baby. All the while, telling myself this was just pretend. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. It's just words. "It's just words, Jess, just words. Play the whore and enjoy the fantasy. It all goes away tomorrow."

That's why I had the fucking dream

.

So, the next morning, obviously, having thought about all of this, I told Chuy that we shouldn't do anything with the asshole. That It's too easy for me to get caught up in the fantasy and the horniness of everything, and that Asshole will figure that out and exploit it until it breaks something. Obviously, that's what I did because only an insane moron would do anything else.

So, yeah, I'm an insane moron who said nothing. And when Chuy encouraged me to tease him about Jason fucking me, I played along and played with myself. And when he said, "Jess, I've been thinking..." yada yada "...it would be so hot if you teased the asshole again. We have to punish him by not letting him touch you at all, so he knows he has to follow the rules. But what if we go hiking and tease the fuck out of him? Maybe you give me a blowjob and he has to watch?"

I didn't say, "That's so hot, Chuy, but...I don't think we should. Things went so far with Gabby and she's nice." Nope. I said, "Well, maybe just teasing. It would be fun to punish him." And I knew both of us meant teasing would be the start, not the end.

We spent most of the weekend fooling around, talking about teasing him so hard and then not letting him do anything. Which would lead to remembering earlier encounters. That first time at the pool remains the memory I keep going back to. He knew that I'd submit, he knew that ordering me to violate everything a married woman should to--that any woman should do--would turn me on. As I retold it to Chuy that weekend, the asshole didn't just demand I rub lotion onto my breasts, but that I rub it onto his cock. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't stop, he was so commanding. He pushed his fingers into me and ordered me to jerk his cock until he marked my face and chest with his seed. And when he left me there, trembling from my own orgasm, covered is his semen, he told me, "Next time, bitch, I'm going to start taking your holes. First your mouth, then your cunt, and then your ass. And you're going to thank me."

Chuy came to that. As his huge nut flowed down my hands and over my wedding band, I thought about how easily Gabby got me to take it off. Yes, I pretended to be reluctant, pretended I didn't want to betray my husband, pretended that I couldn't resist the diamond W H O R E collar, but that was all for Jason's benefit. I thought about how close I came to letting the asshole fuck me at the barbecue. And even how, in the real version of the pool encounter, I'd shown him my ring so he'd know I was a married slut.

I turned around so Chuy could go down on me, but to really hide my face. The teasing turned him on so much, but it was so risky. Would he be turned on in reality if he knew how out of control I could become? I was on the verge of calling it off and explaining I didn't trust myself to play this game when I heard Gabby's voice in my head.

He wants this Jess.

You

want this. There's no

too far

when you both agree to it.

I didn't tell Chuy no, but I decided I would make sure the asshole knew our rules were the only rules, and he'd better follow them.

"Hey, Asshole." I was wearing one of Chuy's sweatshirts that completely obscured any sense of my body from neck to knees, no make-up, and an Ironman cap to ensure he knew I wasn't knocking on his door to tease.

"Hey, Slut." The smug bastard grinned at me like he thought I was there to fuck him.

"Don't call me slut, Asshole. Can't you be a normal person for once?"

"I just call it like I see it. And the way I see it, you don't have a bra on under that so when my hands start playing there won't be any stopping. And I bet there aren't any panties under those jeans, either. Do you want to suck my dick or just get to the fucking?"

I blushed because I wasn't wearing a bra, although not because of him. I often don't wear one when I'm lounging and this sweater is lounging wear. But what if he was right and I unconsciously...? No. Fuck him. "Oh, fuck off. I came over to tell you that you crossed a line last time and that if you want to have fun with us, you have to respect our rules. But it looks like you can't do that. So I guess that's it."

"Oh, come on, Jess. Don't pretend it was just me. You were fully engaged in all of that. I didn't make you do shit."

I held up a finger. "One, don't flatter yourself." And another. "Two, it doesn't matter. If you want to see what's underneath this sweatshirt again, you'll play our way."

"So if I say yes, you'll lift that sweatshirt up?"

"Jesus, Asshole, no. Look, since you obviously suffered multiple head injuries and can't think without simple instructions, I'll make it super basic. Next weekend, we're going hiking on a trail about 40 miles from here. Ride your motorcycle and meet us there because you won't be able to keep up with us on a bike. If you behave and don't push on any boundaries, don't try to get shit you're not offered, maybe you'll get to see something you'd enjoy seeing. And if you do push on shit and act like an asshole, that's it. Fun times over."

"You don't mean that, Jess. I know what's in that heart and cunt. You need this."

"Fuck you. You're wrong, but even if we want to do this that much, do you think you're our only choice? Look at yourself, Asshole. Look at me. Look at Chuy. We can play with anyone we want. So fucking follow our rules or forget about it."

He tossed up his hands. "Sorry. I was..." He laughed. "Yeah, okay, I was pushing a bit. But be honest, Jess, do you really want to do this without me testing the boundaries? You both get off on it. We all do."

"I'm not debating this." I slipped him instructions to the trailhead. "Show up and follow the rules or don't bother."

A loose crop top that looked--accurately--that if I bent over and you were a bit lower than me, you'd see all of my charms, put slightly more emphasis on my tits than on my ass. But I wore scrunch butt tights to drive the asshole insane as I went up the trail ahead of him. I wasn't going to break him like the bike ride, but I didn't plan on making it easy for him. He was going to have to earn his show. He'd better not wear some kind of motorcycle boots.

He wore motorcycle boots.

Black, of course. And black jeans, and a black t-shirt with some band from the '70s (I assume) that I'd never heard of. To make sure he had enough black on, he also had a black leather vest.

Chuy and I rolled our eyes at each other. We had a good hour hike before we got to the little lake we'd planned on doing the show, and it was almost 80º out.

"Scorpions. Rock you like a hurricane," Chuy said.

The asshole snickered. "No one like you."

Perplexed by their nonsense, I flipped my shirt up, just shy of showing off my breasts. "Um, guys...hike?"

I swear, I suddenly understood those old cartoons where the character's eyes pop out of their heads. Asshole's eyes were enormous.

"Fuck, yeah. These boots were made for stomping hills."

I wiggled a trail runner. "And these were made for leaving old assholes in the dust."

"Right."

"You think you can keep up for even...oh, let's say to that tree." I pointed to a tree maybe half a kilometer away.

"If I wanted to."

Chuy snorted. "Right."

"Let's put some skin on it. If I can get there first, I get to fuck Jess. If I lose...what do you want?"

"Oh, fuck off," Chuy said, laughing.

"If I win, you make us barbecue pork every Friday for the next month. If both Chuy and I get there first, the next month, we get smoked brisket. And it better be the best you can make it. And, no, you don't get to eat with us. Just bring it over with some yummy cocktails and leave. Date night for us, sad night for you."

"Jess--"

"Deal!"

Chuy did not hesitate, but I held back for the first half. Damn was he motivated. I was trotting, but he must have been at close to VMax, huffing up a storm. If he had any technique, he might have been able to keep up with Chuy's less intense effort.

"God dammit, Asshole, I didn't think you could actually run!"

Then I pretended to stumble. Well, actually, in the process twisted my ankle a bit. The asshole did not stop to give me a hand, just laughed. "You didn't say anything about if Chuy beats me, but not you. You're going to enjoy this." He pointed to his crotch.