Chapter 3: Rear End Collision
Justin had cleaned himself up and had returned to working at the desk on his work files while he waited to hear more from Ashley. He hadn't bothered to put any of his clothes back on. He found focusing on work difficult though as images of Ashley and Hunter kept running through his head.
He could still hear her moans, her breathless gasps, the way she had begged for Hunter’s cock. His own dick was already hard again, throbbing against his thigh as he sat at the desk. He reached down, stroking himself slowly, his fingers slick with pre-cum as he imagined Hunter’s thick cock stretching her tight pussy.
His phone buzzed again, and he nearly dropped it in his haste to open the message.
**Ashley:** *Hi babe - getting Hunter ready for round 2* A picture was attached of her giving him a blowjob. Her lips were stretched around Hunter’s thick cock, her tongue swirling over the head as she took him deep. Justin’s breath hitched as he watched the video play out. Ashley’s lips were stretched around Hunter’s thick cock, her tongue swirling over the head as she took him deep. The wet, slurping sounds of her sucking him off filled the air, raw and unfiltered.
**Justin:** *Fuck, baby… you look so fucking hot like that. Suck that cock like a good girl.*
His fingers tightened around his own cock, stroking faster as he watched the video. The way Ashley’s lips stretched around Hunter’s thick shaft, the way her tongue swirled over the sensitive head, made his stomach twist with a mix of jealousy and desire. He could almost taste it—the salty pre-cum, the musky scent of Hunter’s arousal, the way Ashley’s lips would glisten with her own spit as she took him deeper.
**Ashley:** *I’m so fucking wet for him, Justin.
I can’t stop thinking about how good his cock feels inside me.*
Justin’s fingers trembled as he typed out a response, his cock already throbbing in his fist. He could picture it—the way Hunter’s thick, veiny shaft would stretch her tight pussy, the way her juices would coat his length as he fucked her with brutal, relentless strokes.
**Justin:** *Fuck, baby… you’re such a dirty slut for him, aren’t you?*
**Ashley:** *I am. I’m his little fucktoy. He’s gonna use me all night.* The message sent a jolt of heat straight to Justin’s cock. His fingers trembled as he typed back, his own arousal making his thoughts fuzzy. Show me everything. Every filthy detail.*
The dots appeared instantly, and his stomach twisted.
**Ashley:** *He’s got me on the bed now. My dress is gone. Just my crotchless lingerie left.*
The three dots appeared again
*You like him using me don't you?* Ashley's text read.
Justin's cock throbbed painfully in his fist, pre-cum already smearing over his fingers as he stroked himself faster. He could almost feel it—the way Hunter’s thick, veiny cock would stretch her tight pussy, the way her juices would coat his length as he fucked her with brutal, relentless strokes.*
The message sent a jolt of heat straight to Justin’s cock.
**Justin:** *Fuck yes, baby. I love watching him use you.*
His phone buzzed again immediately, and his breath hitched as he opened the new message.
**Ashley:** *He’s got me on my knees, Justin. My tits are out, my nipples hard. He’s got one hand in my hair, the other gripping my throat. He’s gonna fuck my face now.*
A video attachment followed. Justin’s heart hammered as he tapped it open.
The angle was perfect—Hunter’s thick cock pressed against Ashley’s lips, her mouth already parted in anticipation. *is that a window out into the street?* Justin thought to himself as he watched the video play.
The camera angle was low, giving him a perfect view of Ashley’s face as Hunter’s thick cock pressed against her lips. Her eyes were locked on the screen, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waited for him to push inside. Her tits were out, her nipples hard and swollen, her back arched as she knelt before him. Hunter’s hand was fisted in her hair, his other hand gripping her throat, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. The sight of her like this—so exposed, so willing, so utterly submissive—sent a jolt of heat straight to Justin’s cock.
*Fuck that is the street out there! Anyone going past could see inside!* he realized as he watched the video play.
"Open wider, you little slut. Take it all." Hunter's voice was rough, commanding, as he fisted Ashley's hair and forced her mouth down his thick cock. The camera angle gave Justin a perfect view of his wife's lips stretching obscenely around the thick shaft, her tongue swirling desperately over the swollen head. Pre-cum glistened on her lips, smearing as she struggled to take him deeper.
Justin's cock throbbed in his fist, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched. The wet, slurping sounds of Ashley's mouth working Hunter's length filled the air, raw and unfiltered. Her eyes watered as she gagged around him, but Hunter didn't relent.
He forced her head down further, his cock sliding deeper into her throat until she could feel it pressing against the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails leaving half-moon marks in his skin as she struggled to breathe.
The camera angle shifted, showing the way her throat bulged around his thick cock, her lips stretched obscenely around the base. Justin’s breath hitched as he watched, his own cock throbbing in his fist. The wet, slurping sounds of her mouth working Hunter’s length filled the air, raw and unfiltered.
Justin’s fingers tightened around his cock, stroking faster as he watched the video.
The sight of Ashley’s throat bulging around Hunter’s thick shaft, her lips stretched obscenely around the base, sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. His own cock throbbed painfully in his fist, pre-cum smearing over his fingers as he pumped himself harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Knowing that others could see it if they walked by turned him on as well and soon he started picturing that . The thought of some random stranger seeing his wife on her knees, her mouth stuffed full of another man’s cock, made his stomach twist with a mix of jealousy and arousal. Would he demand a turn? Would she obey? Did he want his wife to do that?
Did he want her to be used by a stranger? The thought made his cock throb even harder, his fingers tightening around his shaft as he stroked himself faster. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was by the idea of Ashley being taken like that—so exposed, so utterly at the mercy of another man’s desires. He started to picture her hanging out the window sucking a stranger's cock Hunter fucking her from behind , her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust. The thought made his cock throb even harder, his fingers tightening around his shaft as he stroked himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He couldn't believe he was thinking that way. He couldn't believe he was getting off on the idea of his wife being used by a stranger. But the thought of Ashley being taken like that—so exposed, so utterly at the mercy of another man’s desires—sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
His phone buzzed again, and his heart hammered as he opened the new message.
**Ashley:** *He’s got me on my knees now, Justin. My legs are spread wide, my pussy dripping.
Hunter’s fingers are inside me, stretching me open, getting me ready for his cock. I can feel how wet I am, my juices coating his fingers as he fucks me with them. I’m so turned on, so desperate for him, that I can barely think straight. My nipples are hard, my back arched, my body trembling with need.
Justin, I can’t stop thinking about how good his cock feels inside me. I can’t wait to feel him again, to feel him stretching me, filling me, making me come.*
**Justin** *Another load in the wet pussy?*
Justin's mind was still reeling with intrusive thoughts of others using her . He didn't know what was happening to him. He was getting off on the idea of his wife being used by a stranger. Hunter was one thing but a random stranger? That was something else. He couldn't believe he was getting off on the idea of Ashley being taken like that—so exposed, so utterly at the mercy of another man’s desires.
His thoughts were interrupted by his phones buzz.
**Ashley** *Um not exactly...* The message lingered, taunting him. Justin's fingers tightened around his cock, stroking faster as his mind raced. What did that mean? His stomach twisted with a mix of anticipation and dread.
**Justin:** *What do you mean, "not exactly"?*
The dots appeared instantly, and his breath hitched. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in his fist. He didn't know if he wanted to hear the answer or not. He didn't know if he could handle the answer. But he had to know. He had to hear it.
**Ashley:** *He wants to fuck my ass, Justin. He wants to take me there. And I'm going to let him.*
Justin's fingers tightened around his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. He could feel his pulse racing, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could feel his cock throbbing in his fist, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He could feel his stomach twisting with a mix of jealousy and desire.
She never let him fuck her ass. What happened to nothing they didn't do while in high school?
Justin's mind raced as he stared at the message. His cock was still hard in his fist, but now his stomach twisted with something darker—dread, maybe. Or maybe just the realization that this was really happening. That his wife was about to let another man fuck her ass.
**Justin:** *You sure about this?*
The dots appeared immediately, and his breath hitched. He could almost hear her voice in his head, breathless and needy.
**Ashley:** *I'm sure. I want this. I want him to fuck my ass, Justin. I want to feel him stretch me open, fill me up.*
Justin was both aroused at the thought of her doing it and hurt that Hunter gets to take her anal virginity.
He had asked her so many times to let him fuck her ass but she always said no. Why was she letting Hunter do it now? The thought of another man taking what he had been denied made his stomach twist with a mix of jealousy and desire. He could feel his cock throbbing in his fist, pre-cum already leaking from the tip as he stroked himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He could almost hear her voice in his head, breathless and needy, whispering filthy things in his ear. *Do you like your wife being a slut for another man, letting him use me however he wants?*
**Ashley** *Hunter said to ask, where do you want him to take my ass. The bed? The floor?*
Justins mind raced. He pictured it, her on the bed, her on the floor. Other thoughts pressed into his mind. Her hanging out the window sucking a stranger's cock. Her outside the house at the front door. He couldn't think straight. His fingers typed as if they had a mind of their own.
**Justin** *God my head is filled with so many dirty thoughts...I want you to be naughty. I keep thinking about the drive who likely saw you at the front door....no that's too much
The text hung there, a fragile bridge between his private fantasy and their shared reality. He stared at the unsent words, his thumb hovering over the screen. The hotel room’s silence was a physical weight. He deleted the end line. Started again.
**Justin**: *I keep thinking about the drive who likely saw you at the front door....I want you on your knees at the front door. The same spot. Let him take you there.*
He sent it before he could think. Before the shame could clot his throat. His own audacity left him breathless, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The phone felt radioactive in his hand.
Ashley’s response was immediate.
**Ashley**: *Oh fuck. Justin.*
**Justin**: Do it. I need to see.
A minute passed. Two. His lungs burned. He realized he was holding his breath, his cock hardening again against his thigh, a traitorous pulse of pure need.
Then, a video flooded the screen. The camera was low, angled upward. Ashley was on her knees just outside Hunter’s open front door, the twilight street a blurry backdrop behind her. Her lace bra was torn open, her breasts exposed. Hunter stood over her, one hand fisted in her hair. The other guided his thick, ruddy cock toward her lips.
“Tell him what you are,” Hunter grunted, his voice thick.
Ashley looked directly into the camera, her eyes glazed. “I’m the slut at the door.” She opened her mouth. Hunter shoved himself inside, her cheeks hollowing instantly. The obscene, wet sounds of her gagging filled Justin’s silent room.
Justin watched, hypnotized, as Hunter fucked her throat with short, brutal strokes. A car’s headlights washed over the scene, slowing for a second before passing. Someone had seen. The confirmation was a lightning strike to his groin. He groaned, spitting into his palm and wrenching his own cock, matching the rhythm on the screen.
Hunter pulled out, saliva and pre-cum stringing from Ashley’s bruised lips. “Now turn around,” he ordered. “Present that ass to the street. Show your husband what he’s giving me.”
The camera followed as Ashley shuffled on her knees, her back to the door, and bent forward, pressing her face to the ground. Her ass was high in the air, the crotchless lace of her ruined panties framing her vulnerable holes. Her pussy glistened, swollen from earlier. Her other entrance, visibly tighter, twitched under the scrutiny. She then turned back around presenting her ass to Hunter.
Hunter spat into his hand, the glob landing directly on her rosebud. He rubbed it in with a rough thumb. Ashley whimpered, her body tensing.
“You ready for this, cunt?” Hunter asked, his tone devoid of tenderness. He wasn’t asking Justin anymore.
“Yes,” she whispered, the sound swallowed by the floor.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please fuck my ass, Hunter. Please.”
Justin felt the words like a physical blow. He’d never heard that tone from her—raw, supplicant, utterly surrendered. Hunter positioned the head of his cock, the flare stretching the tight ring of muscle. It resisted, then yielded with a brutal, slow inevitability.
Ashley cried out, a sharp sound of pain and shock that morphed into a deep, guttural moan. Justin watched, transfixed, as inch after impossible inch of Hunter’s shaft disappeared into her, her body accepting what it had always denied him. The camera didn’t flinch. It captured the grimace of strain on her face, the tears leaking from her clenched eyes, the way her fingers scrabbled uselessly on the tile.
Then Hunter began to move.
It was a violent, piston-like rhythm. Each thrust jarred her entire body forward. The sounds were wet, flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Hunter’s gruff curses and Ashley’s choked, sobbing gasps. “Takes it… like a champ… your tight little ass…” he grunted.
Justin came again, suddenly, a strangled shout torn from his throat as his orgasm whipped through him, spotting the hotel desk. It was an orgasm of anguish and feverish arousal, inseparable. He slumped, spent and shaking, but couldn’t look away from the screen.
The video ended with Hunter pulling out, his cock slick with a mixture of spit, her juices, and the faint trace of blood. Ashley collapsed onto her side, trembling violently, her ass exposed and gaping slightly.
His phone rang. It was Ashley, a voice call. Her voice was wrecked, tiny. “Justin?”
“I’m here.”
“I… I’m sorry. That was… I’ve never…” She was crying, the tears real and shuddering. “Are you mad? Are you disgusted with me?”
He closed his eyes. The jealousy was a cold stone in his gut. The arousal was a fading echo. But something else, something more complex, emerged. “No,” he said, and found he meant it. “I’m not mad. I asked for it.”
A long silence. He could hear her shaky breath, the rustle of fabric. “He filmed it,” she whispered. “Back then. In his dad’s garage. I forgot… he just showed me.”
A new, deeper cold seeped into Justin’s bones. “Showed you what?”
“We did it before. In senior year. A few times.” Her voice was a ghost of itself. “He saved it. He’s sending it to you now.”
The call ended.