Chapter 3

Our young couple visits a love hotel.

I was still on the floor, maybe three or four feet from where Inoue just fucked Carly’s beautiful face. She touched her chin and felt the slimy liquid there. Flashing me a shy smile, she dashed off to the bathroom.

The old man stood where he was, half out of his robe, his thick wet cock hanging down in front of him. His stance, hands in hips and legs spread apart, was designed to be dominant, to humble me. Like fucking Yul Brynner, the King of Siam.

Though, I was still aroused, without my wife in the room, the game was over for me, or at least on pause. I got up and sat back in the chair, picked up my warm beer and took a swig.

I averted my eyes to the window, while he still stood there like the shogun presiding over the room. I was not his minion. I would not cower in front of him. If he was looking for some gay shit, I had no interest in that either.

“Did you enjoy watching me use your wife? I can see why she came to me,” he said, as he reclined onto the sofa, his robe still open wide.

“That is between my wife and me,” I said, turning to look him in the eye. “We are an unbreakable team. We do this for us, not you or anyone else. You should feel fortunate that we have allowed you to participate in our game.”

There. Now you know, old man. You’re not the guy I picked for Carly, and you only got that blowjob because I allowed it.

“Do you think this is a game, that she did that just for you? You are deluding yourself.”

Oh fuck! This old fuck thought he was the shit. He thought he’d cast some kind of spell over Carly, and that now he could just walk all over me.

“I don’t think I am.”

“We shall see what I can make her do.” That evil smirk just pissed me off more. I was seething.

He was challenging me, and I wouldn’t sit still for that, at least, when the challenge was so blatant. “If I allow it,” I responded with a tight jaw.

“You just watched me take her so easily,” he said, holding that evil smile. “You sat there and did nothing. I don’t believe you are a man who could stop me, captain.”

Carly emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, having cleaned herself up. The soiled kimono hung loosely on her frame, unable to hide the tantalizing curves of her body. She kept her eyes downcast demurely as she approached the pair of men, hands clasped nervously in front of her.

“Sensei, I ... I hope I pleased you.”

“You have, but now we must go to my bed.” He stood up and waved an arm in the general direction of his bedroom.

“No, we need to go,” I said with finality and no further explanation. I stood to my full height, picked up Carly’s bra and dress, and handed it to her.

Carly looked confused, obviously stuck between the desires of two men. She met the determination in my eyes and nodded, looking both flustered and embarrassed as she accepted her discarded clothing from me. Holding the items tightly to her chest, she cast a furtive glance towards Inoue, biting her lower lip uncertainly.

“Um, yes, perhaps that’s for the best,” she murmured, already starting to put her bra on. I picked up her purse as she pulled her red dress over her head. She took her purse and stepped back into the bathroom to fix her hair.

Inoue stared at me looking as if he wanted to kill me. I was not intimidated. I was a military officer and had taken worse looks from drill sergeants. Yet, he did not look like he planned to give up that easily.

Emerging from the bathroom after freshening up, Carly smoothed down her dress and ran a final comb through her tousled hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“You should stay, my Carly,” Inoue said, almost pleading. “I have much still to teach you.”

However, she avoided eye contact with him, cheeks still flushed with lingering embarrassment and arousal. Turning to me, she gave a small, strained smile.

“I think we should head home now, don’t you, baby?” she said. Moving towards the door to leave. The intense encounter seemed to have left her reeling, both excited and overwhelmed.

Carly paused at the threshold and bowed politely to Inoue, “Thank you for sharing your knowledge today and for the lovely gift, Sensei. I learned so much.”

Once we were out of earshot of Inoue’s apartment, Carly exhaled deeply, shoulders sagging as the weight of what just transpired sank in. Then we were out of the building and on the now familiar path to the train station.

She walked briskly beside me, head down, seemingly lost in thought. After several moments, she glanced up at me anxiously, biting her lower lip.

“That was ... intense,” she understated, a faint tremor in her voice. “Are you ... are you upset with me, Lance? I know that was a lot.”

I looked at her surprised. God, did she think I was mad at her? I had to remember that she was unaware of my conversation with the older man.

Carly studied my expression intently as I thought about how to answer her question, anxiety etched on her pretty features. She swung the strap of her purse nervously, waiting for my response with bated breath.

“I ... I understand if you’re shocked or even angry about what happened back there,” she stammered, glancing down at her feet as they crunched along the pavement. “I was a Dirty Girl.”

I halted my march to the train and grabbed her shoulders. She blinked rapidly as I stopped her in her tracks. “No, baby. You only did what we talked about, what we both wanted ... I think. It was him.”

Gazing up at me searchingly, relief washed over her expressive face. She released a shuddering sigh, realizing I didn’t blame her for what transpired with Inoue.

“I’m so glad you see it that way,” she breathed, placing her slender hands atop mine. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you thinking badly of me for succumbing to ... to those urges. We agreed this could happen, that we’d explore these new experiences together...”

“I know, it was just what he said when you went to clean up,” I said, letting the anger show in my blazing eyes and firm jaw.

Carly cocked her head quizzically, brow furrowing in confusion. She searched my face intently, a flicker of concern mixed with curiosity in her striking blue eyes.

“What do you mean? What happened when I went to clean up? What did Inoue say to you, baby?”

“He seems to believe that he has turned your head and can fuck you whenever he wants. He lorded that shit over me,” I said with a bit of anger and astonishment. “I told you I didn’t trust that arrogant fuck. That’s why I always need to be with you.”

Carly’s eyes widened in embarrassed shock at the revelation, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She bit her lip, looking down as if contemplating something.

“Oh god, I had no idea he felt that way! I mean, yes, I admit the whole experience was incredibly stimulating and eye-opening ... But I never meant to lead him on or imply that I’m his to command!”

She glanced back up at me, her expression a mix of distress and defensiveness. “He’s my teacher and mentor, and someone I might ... you know...”

I stood as rigid as an oak tree, making sure she understood where we stood as a couple. “But we decide. Both of us together. He doesn’t choose where or when or even what and how long.”

I knew that might have come out a bit confusing, but I was trying to cover all the bases. She listened intently to my firm declaration, nodding slowly as the meaning became clear through my jumbled words. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of her glossy lips, replacing the earlier flush of discomfort and surprise.

Placing a gentle hand on my chest, she gazed up at me with warmth and affection shining in her baby blues. “You’re absolutely right, darling,” she purred, her melodic voice soothing. “Whatever happens, whatever adventures or experiences we choose to explore, it’s always a decision made by us -- together.”

“Good. I don’t want there to be any confusion between you and me. Thank you for not making a scene and just coming with me when I asked you to. You didn’t break my trust, and I appreciate it.”

Carly’s heart swelled with love and relief at my words, the tension draining from her shoulders. She leaned in, resting her forehead gently against my chest.

“I’m so grateful you handled this with maturity and understanding, rather than jealousy or recrimination,” she murmured, arms slipping around my waist to hold me close. We stood there on a Tokyo side street hugging oblivious to the passersby.

As we got on the train, it wasn’t overly crowded, but we had to stand. Carly cuddled up next to me, put an arm around my waist and pushed her big breasts against me. Looking up with a mischievous smile, she rubbed a hand up my back.

“What was your favorite part about tonight?” She did this all the time, asking about experiences we’d taken together. But this time it was different.

I looked around the train wondering if anyone understood English. “Not here, baby.”

Carly giggled softly, leaning in closer to whisper sultrily in my ear, her warm breath tickling my skin. “Why not tell me here, Lance? No one can hear us. And even if they could, the risk of getting caught talking dirty might make it even more exciting, don’t you think?”

She punctuated her provocative statement by trailing a finger teasingly along the lower part of my spine, her touch light and maddeningly fleeting through the fabric of my shirt. Once again, the monumental change in her openness was astounding.

“Did you like watching Inoue touch me when he showed me how to wear the kimono? Hmmm?”

Fuck. She wasn’t going to stop. I saw in my mind that damn man’s grizzled old hands touching her. Her waist, her ass, her tits. The image made my groin tighten, and I was fully aware of the growing bulge pressing insistently against her hip.

Glancing around surreptitiously to ensure no one was paying us undue attention, she leaned in closer, her ample bosom heaving with shallow breaths. “Did it get you hot, baby?”

“Carly, stop,” I laughed.

“How about when he made you take the kimono off me? Hmmm? How about that?”

“Dammit, stop.” But I was still smiling, recalling how easily he had manipulated us.

“No wonder he thought he was the man, after he forced you to prepare me for him. It sure made me hot. My dirty girl pussy was so ready for him.” Carly trembled slightly as the memories of Inoue’s bold touches and dominance flooded back, making her ache with rekindled desire.

Pressing her voluptuous body flush against mine, she nuzzled into the crook of my neck, her breath coming quicker.

“I ... I suppose there was something quite thrilling about surrendering control like that,”

“Fuck, Carly.”

“Yes, I would have let him fuck me right then, whether you wanted me to or not.”

Fuck, she was killing me. I turned us toward the side of the train hoping to keep my boner from being seen by the other passengers. Carly’s eyes widened at her own bold admission, a sharp gasp escaping her sexy lips. The raw, unbridled lust in her tone was driving me nuts.

“Would you have stopped him then, if he’d said nothing and just taken me?”

“Carly ... I ... I don’t know.”

My pulse raced, palms growing clammy as I grappled with the shocking images conjured by her questions. The thought of Inoue simply taking what he wanted, using her without permission, sparked an illicit thrill within me.

I looked down at my beautiful blonde wife looking up at me with questions. Many more, I knew, were circling around in her head. This was not the ‘lights out only’ Carly of two weeks ago. This was a newer version. Sexier. Riskier. Dirtier.

Carly’s breathing grew heavier as she clung to me, the confined space of the train car intensifying the electric charge crackling between our bodies. Her filthy words painted such vivid, sinful pictures in my hormone-addled brain.

What if I let Inoue simply claim her, dominate her utterly as she was suggesting? That thought coupled with the agonizing uncertainty of whether I’d even intervene ... terrified, yet thrilled us both to our very souls.

As soon as we burst through the door of our house, I was on Carly, kissing her as if my life depended on it. She moaned into the heated kiss, melting against me as an evening of pent-up desire came pouring out.

She tangled her fingers in my hair, arching her big tits against my chest as our tongues danced feverishly. Breaking away with a gasp, she panted, “Bedroom. Now.” It wasn’t a request.

I picked her up by the ass and lifted her until my hard cock bulge ground into her pantie-covered pussy. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and hung on.

Wrapping her arms tighter around my neck for balance, Carly let out a breathy moan as my erection pressed insistently against her clothed pussy mound. The heat of her radiated through the thin fabric of the lace panties, making me throb with anticipation.

Instead of the bedroom, I walked into the little dining area and placed her sexy ass in the corner of the table. Grinding subtly against me, she attacked my neck with hungry kisses and little nips.

“My, my, someone’s eager, but not here. The bedroom,” she said breathlessly between kisses, giving a particularly hard squeeze with her plush thighs encircling my waist.

“No,” I demanded. “Right here. Where we eat all our meals, where we entertain our friends.”

Carly gasped sharply, eyes widening at my assertiveness as I positioned her ass further back onto our dining table. A thrill shot through me at the sheer depravity of it all. I was going to take her right here knowing that she’d think it was wrong, taboo ... and oh so arousing.

“But, Lance, what if ... our Japanese neighbors...” She shot a look at the window right in front of the table. The curtains were wide open.

“Then they’ll see. So what?”

Carly’s heart raced at my shameless words, dealing with a heady mix of nerves and exhilaration. She met my heated gaze, swallowing hard, pulse jumping wildly in her slender throat.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her red dress, which was now around her hips. She began pulling it up once more this night, exposing her creamy flesh inch by torturous inch.

With trembling fingers, Carly peeled the tight dress up past her shapely thighs, her breasts, her head. I could scarcely believe she was allowing this, letting me strip her bare mere feet from prying windows, where curious neighbors might glimpse her debauchery. The danger of discovery only fueled the fire burning low in our bellies.