Jay and Carly Book 2, Chapter 15

“Real fucked up,” Kimi continued, “I mean, I was into some weird shit with my ex, but this is just…”

I was laying on the floor, naked women in various states of post-coital bliss around the room while Hideo was still sitting there, cock in his hand. It must have been quite the sight. I quickly covered up and started to say something but Louise shot me a little shake of the head, “I’ll talk to her, Jay. You guys get dressed and head out, okay?”

I nodded, trusting Louise to handle whatever blowback there ended up being from this. The rest of us silently and somewhat embarrassingly got dressed and headed out. Even Carly looked a little chagrined. “I suppose we should be more careful,” I said as we left the dorm.

“I guess,” she said. “But…”

“What?” I asked.

“Part of the reason we moved her was so we didn’t have to be quite as careful, remember?”

“That’s true,” I looked over at Hideo, Sherry and Aimee who were talking quietly. Both girls kept looking over at me and shooting me various inscrutable looks.

“You seem to be collecting more Asian girls,” Carly said, her voice husky in my ear as she nipped playfully at my earlobe. “Should I feel threatened?”

I laughed, “Nope… remember, that’s your thing. It’s only hot for me because it’s hot for you. How do you feel about it?”

“I told you. Collect as many as you want. Seeing you as the ruler of a harem of sluts is my biggest fantasy. It’s what I wished for if I had a genie,” she said. Her lips grazed my ear playfully and despite my recent orgasm, my cock stirred in my pants.

“That’s pretty hot,” I said.

“And now we have the money to make it happen. Think of all the pussy you could get,” she said.

“I don’t want a bunch of gold diggers though. I want to like the women I fuck… mostly at least.”

She smiled and kissed me, “And I want you to fall in love with them… and THEN fuck the hell out of them, Master.”

I grabbed Carly’s hand and squeezed it, giving her a gentle, loving kiss. “You really are the best wife imaginable.”

“You say that to all the wives that let you fuck young sluts, Master.”

I pinched her ass and said, “Yes… yes I do.”

We said our goodbyes to Hideo, Sherry and Aimee after making plans to see them later. “Remember what you promised, Sherry,” I said, reminding her of her task.

She nodded submissively before looking over at Hideo and saying, “Take me to dinner, sweetie.”

He looked confused but simply nodded and waved goodbye to Carly and I.

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We drove home, talking about basically nothing. It was a sterile, mundane and quite enjoyable conversation. One of the worries in the back of my mind was always that, given how sexualized almost every aspect of our life had become, our relationship might become solely about that. It was in moments of quiet conversation that I was reminded that even if sex disappeared completely, my life with Carly would still be enjoyable.

Ironically, that was exactly what we were talking about as my phone buzzed. It was a picture of Sherry and Aimee sitting at dinner. Hideo had obviously taken the picture of the two hotties. The caption read, “He doesn’t know why I asked him to take this picture. He also doesn’t know what’s in the drink ;)”

Aimee and Sherry were both using a straw to drink out of a wine glass. Inside, however, was a thick white liquid. “Wow,” I said, flipping the camera around to show Carly.

“Is that…”

“Some random guy’s cum? Yeah… yeah it is.”

“Wow… she really has become a cheap little slut for you, hasn’t she, Master?”

“Seems like it. Just think, in a few years, our kids and their cousins will be playing in the pool together.”

“Kids… plural?” Carly asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Well… yeah… if that’s what you want? I guess we should have talked about this before now.”

“How many do you want?”

“Mine or just ours?”

Carly’s eyes fluttered before she reopened and looked at me, “It’s so hot to me that you’re thinking about it like that. Ours, Master. How many for the two of us?”

“Two or three, I think. I like you barefoot and pregnant but I also like you to have energy and time for me.”

“Of course, Master. And how many total?” she asked, her voice quiet and hopeful.

“I honestly don’t know. I guess at least one with every wife of mine who wants one.”

“So thirty or more?” she said with a smirk. Thankfully, the self-driving feature of the Tesla kept me from crashing over the guardrail and into the ocean.

“Thirty? You think I’m going to have thirty wives?”

“Well… I mean… a harem has to be more than three, Master,” she said with complete innocence and sincerity.

“I was thinking five or six… maybe,” I said.

She smiled again at me, “I was thinking that too, Master.”

I looked at her, unable to tell if she was patronizing me or not. She just looked at me and smiled that sweet, innocent smile that she gives me. Inscrutable as ever.

When we got home, we pulled into the driveway, shells, sand and rocks crunching underneath the tire as we rolled up to the house. Sitting in the front of the house was a familiar white mini-van. It was the pastor’s car. “Ughh… I don’t need a sermon today,” I said. Carly squeezed my hand in a reassuring manner but stayed silent. She probably was just as annoyed as I was. We hadn’t seen them again since night of the party and my arrest on quasi-legitimate bigamy charges. I could almost hear him condescendingly telling me, “A marriage is between one man and one woman.”

Steeling myself, I walked up the grey stone steps to our house and pushed the door open. The refreshingly cool air blasted out at me as I stepped in and looked around, taking a moment for my eyes to adjust. Victoria and the Pastor were sitting on the couch, reading passages from a book which I could only assume was the Bible. They would have looked like scholarly monks if not for the jeans and polo shirt that the pastor wore… well… and the skimpy halter top that was barely containing Victoria’s breasts.

His wife, Esther, and both of his kids were also there, which surprised me. I would have thought that a bible thumping pastor wouldn’t have wanted his family within 100 yards of a vile bigamist.

Esther saw me and stood up. She was wearing a thin, almost sultry, black dress and holding, of all things, a casserole dish. She extended it out to me and said, “We thought you might like some home cooked food.”

I took the dish with a forced smile and said, “I’m honestly trying to remember a time when you haven’t brought a casserole to my house when you’ve visited.”

“See mom… I told you you should have made something else,” Eezee said.

“What, you want her to make her special tacos for him? They’ll move out for sure,” Leah said and the two kids laughed. Even her husband chuckled slightly as she stiffened her back with pride.

“MY tacos may not be great but my casseroles are amazing,” she said.

“Sure… you can’t get food poisoning from them,” Leah said. Esther turned and glared at her but it was the good natured sort of ribbing that loving families engage in.

I cleared my throat and said, “What brings you by today?”

The Pastor stood up and walked over to me, “I wanted to apologize.”

I was startled. Of all the things he might have said to me, that wouldn’t have made the top thousand. “For what?”

“Ever since our dinner was interrupted… and even during dinner, I’ve been having very uncharitable… no… unChristian thoughts about you.”

“I don’t understand,” I said truthfully.

“I preach every Sunday, Jay. And many of the sermons are about forgiveness. Part of mainstream Christianity focuses on forgiveness for those that admit sins. And we tend to assume people that live in continued sin haven’t admitted it and therefore we dont’ give them forgiveness.”

I frowned but let him continue, “But we also talk a lot about grace. About understanding that, while God’s morality is absolute and unerring, human morality is flawed, imperfect and as much as we hate to admit it, subjective.”

I looked at Victoria who seemed to be imploring me with her eyes. She gave a slight nod back to the Pastor, wanting me to let him continue, “Go on,” I said.

“Our human motivations matter. I truly believe it would be sinful for ME to marry another woman. Or my wife to marry another man. But that’s because it would be wrong for US. It would compromise and interfere with our love for each other. But it would be wrong for me to assume that would be true for every couple. I worry about you, Jay. And for your wives. Because the path you’ve chosen isn’t easy or conventional. But that doesn’t necessarily make it wrong.”

I sat down, somewhat blown away by his words. I understood exactly where he was coming from. They were thoughts, more eloquently put than I ever had done, that I’d had many times before. “Thank you,” I said simply.

“On top of that, you were there to protect my son. And you’ve repaired the rift between my daughter and her friend. I have to think those actions are a better indication of your character than what my prejudiced opinion of your marital status might indicate.”

I looked away, slightly embarrassed by the praise. He didn’t know everything about Leah and I, after all. I suspect his opinion would change if he knew… or maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe he’d surprise me yet again. I decided to put my own prejudice behind me and just accept the people in front of me.

“Let’s both let it all go, okay? I think I’ve had my own hangups. I’m not a particularly religious person and I prejudged you as well.”

“Well… we just wanted you to know we’re here for you and whatever you need, just let us know. We think what Michelle is doing to you is wrong and I’ll be sure to let her know.”

“That’s very nice but I think it’ll be fine. My lawyer has already talked to her and we’re in the process of smoothing things over.”

“Good… good… we’ve enjoyed having you as neighbors.”

“And I’ve enjoyed the casseroles,” I said, giving Esther a wink.

“Thank you,” she said in that throaty, deep voice that seemed to hint at all kinds of erotic possibilities. I tamped down the thoughts though. Banging the pastor’s wife would have DEFINITELY been a bridge too far. I’d have to content myself with banging the pastor’s daughter.

“Anyways, we’ll let you go. Victoria, it was a pleasure meeting you. Please swing by the church sometime. I’d love to have a more in depth conversation about your theology. I find it… fascinating,” he said. He got up and Leah and Esther followed him to the door.

“Dad, you mind if I stay behind and talk to Mr. Simpson for a minute?”

“Nope. Just don’t let him tempt you into his decadent lifestyle,” he said then looked at me and winked, “Just messing with you, Jay.” He turned and held the door for his daughter and then his wife. As they walked out the door, he whispered something into her ear and gave her a little swat on the rear. It was a surprisingly playful gesture and Carly and I exchanged smirking glances as we closed the door.

“What’s up Eezee?”

“You remember Chloe, right?”

Did I remember the girl who’s anal virginity I took just a couple days ago? Yes… yes I did. “Yeah.”

“Well I’ve had a crush on her for a long time but don’t know how to tell her. I figured… you know… you have pretty good luck with girls. Maybe you could help me?”

I smiled at the young man and beckoned him to sit next to me. “What do you like about Chloe?”

“She’s clever… and cute. And she’s strong and stands up for herself… and for the people she loves. She’s loyal like that… sometimes to a fault, I guess. But I still really like that.”

I nodded, many of those traits were ones I admired in people as well. “Tell her you like her,” I said.

“What? Just like that?”

I nodded again, “Yeah. Don’t go overboard. Don’t try to be fancy or wax poetic or anything insane. Just say, ‘Hey… I’ve liked you for a long time and would love to take you to dinner. In fact… here…,” I said pulling out my wallet and handing him five twenties. “Take her to Conch Republic. Great seafood. Great atmosphere. She’ll love it, okay?”

“Seriously?” he said, staring at the money in my hands, “Why would you offer that?”

I shrugged, “Let’s just say I like to help love… okay?”

He took the money and said, “Thanks, Mr. S.”

“Jay is fine, Eezee… really.”

He shrugged sheepishly, “So just… tell her I like her… no big grand gesture?”

“Save that for the marriage proposal,” I said with a grin and making him blush.

As soon as Eezee left, Carly gave me a kiss, “So I guess no more fun with Chloe’s tight little ass,” she said.

“I guess not,” I said, pouting with exaggerated lips.

“Maybe you can take out your frustration on me… Master,” she said looking all coy and innocent.

I smiled at her, thinking an evil thought, and was rewarded with her shudder. “Down on your knees, slut.” She dropped down without a word and looked up at me with utter submission in her eyes, “Get my cock nice and wet so I can slide it into a tight, hot ass.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. She unzipped my pants and immediately started slurping on my cock with abandon. She had me rock hard and eager for something to sink into in no time.

I looked down into her and calmly said, “Call Sasha down here.”

She looked up at me, eyes wide. As she stood up, I saw the barest hint of a smile. I knew this kind of denial and humiliation was exactly what she loved. “Sasha. Our Master requests your presence,” she called, never breaking eye contact with me.

Sasha came sprinting down the stairs. She had on only a pair of five inch heels, stockings and a thick leather collar. The perfect outfit for a submissive fuck toy, which is what she wanted to be. She immediately looked at me and said, “Yes, Master. How may this slut be of service?”

From the kitchen, I saw Victoria walk in, intrigued by what was about to happen. I looked at Sasha and said, “It turns out that I might lose one of my little toys soon and that saddens me. So I will be taking out that frustration of loss on you, slut.”

Sasha’s eyes twinkled. This was what she wanted and what she craved. She fought back a smile and looked down at the ground before whispering, “Yes, Master. Of course, Master.”

“Bend her over and prepare the slut, Carly.”

Carly grabbed Sasha by the ring around her collar and pulled her over to the back of the couch where she leaned her forward. Then, after shooting me a thoroughly wicked look, she dropped onto her knees once more and started licking Sasha’s little ass. “Ohhhh,” Sasha moaned as Carly’s sharp tongue rimmed the dirty blonde girl’s most intimate of holes. I stroked my cock, keeping it rock hard as I anticipated what was about to happen.

Stepping forward, I pulled Carly up to her feet and looked at her. “Guide it in, slut.”

She nodded and, with shaking hands, reached out for my cock and placed it at Sasha’s backdoor. She spit down on us, providing just an extra little bit of lubrication right at the joining of my cock and Sasha’s ass. And then she pulled me in with one hand as her delicate fingers spread Sasha’s little bubble butt wide. “Ohhhh god, Master,” Sasha said.

I pushed in, shouldering Carly gently aside as my hands gripped Sasha’s hot little ass. My fingers dug into her deeply but no complaints came from her. Just wanton grunting and lustful sounds. She rocked her hips back into me, eagerly taking my cock deep inside of her. “That’s it, Master. Use my ass. Hurt me. Punish me,” she whimpered. With each jerk back, she clenched her ass, tightening her butt’s vice like grip on my member.

I smacked her ass. Hard. And her only response was to moan and whimper softly, “Yessss.” I rained blow after blow on her ass, turning both cheeks bright red. I got rougher and rougher with her and it simply amped her up more. She started cumming from the friction of the couch on her hungry cunt and sent me into my own powerful orgasm.

I locked eyes with Carly as I unloaded, noticing that she was slowly strumming herself, keeping herself on edge. As I bubbled over, I growled, “Cum for me, cunt.”

She smiled and simply said, “Yes, Master.” Her hand moved more rapidly and, as Sasha’s ass continued to milk me dry, Carly started cumming as well. The three of us lay there panting as we tried to catch our breath. I leaned forward and gave Carly a long, slow kiss with my softening cock still buried in Sasha’s rump. “Thank you, Master,” she said.

“For what?”

“Everything in my life,” she responded. Before I could say anything in response, we heard clapping behind us.

I turned to see Victoria, wearing only an apron that left nothing to the imagination. “You guys are so hot,” she said, “Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes.” She turned nonchalantly back to the kitchen leaving the three of us giggling in response.