Newlyweds New Desires Ch. 08

Chris opened his eyes slowly as he saw the light pouring into his bedroom window. Turning his head toward the night stand he saw he still had another ten minutes before the alarm went off. Normally, he would fight like hell to fall back asleep for those extra ten minutes, but today he was already smiling and shifting out of bed. He had a new spring in his step as he made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, and he didn't want to waste the mood by sleeping.

In the shower, Chris sang along gregariously to the chorus of "Don't Stop Believin'." His voice reverberating across the tiles while he took a very hot shower to scrub the last vestiges of doubt from his mind that had plagued him for such a long time. As he lathered up his body, his mind raced with the possibilities of what the day had in store for him. Today was going to be the day he let Ashley in on his plan. While his stomach was still somersaulting, he now felt that the butterflies were not from fear or doubt but an anticipation, an anxiety similar to his wedding night.

After shutting off the shower and quickly drying himself off, Chris shimmied toward the sink, his body wrapped in a towel. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he winked at himself before breaking into some sort of impromptu dance routine as he applied shaving cream. The razor glided effortlessly along his jaw, as he hummed every so often stopping to make some sort of dramatic gesture with the razor.

"What in the world?" Ashley's sleepy voice came from the doorway. She leaned against the frame, hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep but sparkling with amusement.

Chris spun around, razor held high like a microphone. "Good morning, beautiful!" he crooned, then resumed his little dance. His eyes waltzed over her naked body appreciatively. How in the world did he get this lucky?

Ashley's laughter filled the bathroom. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my husband?" She crossed her arms, a bemused smile on her lips. "Seriously, what's got you in such a good mood?"

Chris rinsed his face, then turned to her with a grin that could outshine the sun. "Can't a man just be happy to start a new week?" He pulled her close, planting a playful kiss on her forehead.

"Sure," Ashley said, eyeing him suspiciously. "But this isn't just happy. This is... manic. Did you win the lottery or something?"

Chris chuckled, "well, if you must know," Chris kissed her nose. "You're looking at the new managing partner of Bitguardian, one third ownership." Chris could barely keep the excitement in as he kissed along Ashley's jaw line. This was something they had dreamed about for so long, and now it was all but a done deal.

"Oh my God, baby that's... incredible. How did you manage to get Clayton to come around?" Ashley loved seeing Chris so excited. His happiness has always been what mattered most to her. He'd spend so long chasing the dream of financial stability, and now it seemed like they had achieved it.

"What can I say, I can be pretty persuasive, when I need to be," Chris brought his hands to the sides of Ashley's face as he gently pressed his lips to hers. "Plus I'm sure it helps that I continue to bring in big clients and finally have the team working as a cohesive unit."

"I'm so proud of you baby, we should go out tonight and celebrate."

"That's the plan, Clayton wants the three of us to meet up after work. Some high end restaurant he's been raving about."

Ashley purred as Chris pushed into her and let his towel fall to the tiled floor. His kisses becoming more urgent. "Clayton huh? And would that have something to do with this?" Ashley asked teasingly as she wrapped her hand around Chris's hard cock.

"Mmm it just might," Chris mocked pushing her against the bathroom wall and pinning her hands over her head. "I've been thinking," he whispered his teeth clamping down on her neck as he grab her left leg and hooked it around his body.

"Oh, fuck," Ashley sighed her body melting into Chris's. She loved it when he was aggressive, it was like her kryptonite. "What have you been thinking?" She asked her hips swaying with his trying to make a connection.

Chris's fingers dug into her ass, he could already feel her wetness as his meat slipped over her smooth lips. He could feel her ragged breath in his ear as she struggled to get her hands free. He closed his eyes teasing her clit against as he felt the heat between them grow. "I was thinking about the other night, with Clayton." He heard her suck in her breath as his tongue slithered into her ear.

"It was so hot, baby," Ashley's eyes were closed too, no doubt reliving the night as her hips desperately searched for Chris's shaft. "He was so rough with me, but God his dick felt soooooo-", her thought was cut off as Chris shifted his hips driving the entire length of his dick inside her.

She undulated against Chris, ripping a hand free and pressing it against the wall behind her. "You feel incredible," he whispered savoring the way her walls were trying to suck her deeper. "You looked so sexy, so unconstrained and free. It was like you were a different person. I can't get the image out of my mind"

"I was nervous you'd be upset. I didn't know you were going to send him up, but once he got there-"

Ashley whimpered doing her best to urge Chris to go faster, but he kept the same slow pace. With each thrust his cock sparkled with her juices before slamming back into her. She wrapped her other hand around his neck holding herself on his shoulders, her toes barely touching the cool tile floor. "I kept thinking to myself, it couldn't get any hotter. You couldn't possibly look any sexier."

"Faster baby, please. Fuck me faster." Ashley's pleas were soft her moans growing louder with each frustrating thrust. Chris knew what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to give it to her, not yet. He felt her swivel her hips trying anything to force him deeper into her.

"I thought you were going to join, I kept waiting for you to... oh fuck right there." Ashley's tongue was sticking out of her mouth. She could feel her orgasm approaching, she just needed him to go faster.

Chris smiled to himself, he could feel his wife growing impatient, frantic even. "I almost did, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. You seemed to really be enjoying yourself," Chris's voice was teasing and gentle. He didn't want Ashley to think he was being harsh or judgmental.

"Oh baby..." As Ashley searched for her response, her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him into a passionate, sloppy kiss. "Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy seeing me act so slutty for you? For him? His dick really is huge. I wasn't sure I could fit it in my mouth. There was no way it would fit in..." Ashley felt Chris swell inside her his member pushing a little deeper making her toes curl. "mmm you thought about it too, didn't you? If it would fit?" She could feel Chris twitch every time she mentioned it. She felt the heat inside her start to swell.

Just as Ashley's orgasm threatened to consume her Chris slowed down again, his lips finding her ear. "I... I want you to do it."

"Do what?" Ashley asked slightly confused as she tried to will Chris deeper so she could find her release.

He finally gave in, increasing his pace, driving into her with a force that made her cry out in pleasure. "I want you to fuck Clayton... tonight," he whispered through gritted teeth. He felt her tighten around him, unsure if it was from his words or his actions.

The words sent Ashley spiraling. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around Chris. "Mmmm, baby. Jesus don't stop. Don't fucking stop." He would never dream of stopping now. He felt her release, her walls clamping down on him, and it sent him over the edge as well. He thrust into her one last time, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled her.

They stayed connected like that for several long seconds. Ashley's hands ran through his hair softly as he pressed his head to her chest. Her heart was racing in his ear, no doubt from the orgasm she just experienced, but perhaps also from what he said. He felt his cock soften, then slowly slip from inside her, both of them giving a soft sigh as it did.

Chris was confident she heard him, but as the silence continued to stretch he began to question if she did. Or perhaps she thought it was just more dirty talk in the spur of the moment. Finally after what felt like an eternity she whispered, "are you sure that's what you want? What if... what if it's a step too far."

Chris took a deep breath, this was it the moment of truth, he pulled back slightly from the wall so he could look Ashley in the eye. He smiled softly, his fingers brushing the hair from her face. "I've been thinking about it a lot, Ash. After what happened at the company party and then, the other night..."

He took her hand and guided her to the bed. He sat close to her, their knees touching as they stared into each other's eyes. For a long time, they just sat there searching each other's eyes for the right thing to say. "You know how you always tell me you're happy when I'm happy?" Ashley nodded slowly her face blank not giving off any hint of what was going on in her head.

Chris pressed on, determined to get it all out, to make her understand exactly what he was feeling. "Well it's sort of like that. When you're turned on, so am I. Watching the way you were with him... the way someone else could..." he was struggling to finish the thought. His pulse suddenly quickening.

"You like seeing my naughty side. The side of me that's... slutty." Ashley said it almost in an embarrassing tone. Like she was afraid the neighbors would hear that she had a slutty side.

"Yes!" Chris blurted out almost too fast for his own good. "I mean, I love what we have, it's perfect. But that side of you... it's so sexy, Ash."

"Is there... is there another woman you want to be with? Is that what this is?" Her voice wasn't accusatory at all, she was just trying to understand what Chris got out of it. She knew how excited he got when she teased him about other men. She saw first hand what that excitement was like with Chris, but part of her was still worried at some point the other shoe would fall. That Chris would bring home a hot young thing from the office and she would have to be okay with it.

Chris shook his head emphatically. "No, baby. God no, you're all I ever need. This isn't about me being with someone else. It's about... us. About seeing you embrace that side of yourself."

Ashley nodded slowly, processing. "So you really want this? You want me to... fuck Clayton?"

Chris took a deep breath his cock suddenly filled with blood. "I do. i can't explain it, but I do."

Ashley bit her lip, her own arousal growing. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't... curious. But Chris, what about our marriage? Our vows?"

Chris squeezed her hand. "Our marriage is stronger than ever. This isn't about replacing what we have. It's about exploring together."

"And you're sure you won't resent me? Or feel jealous?" Ashley asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Chris met her gaze steadily. "I can't promise I won't feel anything. But I know that what we have is unshakeable. And honestly, the thought of it... it excites me more than I can express."

Ashley's eyes widened slightly. "It really turns you on that much?"

Chris nodded, a flush creeping up his neck. "More than I ever thought possible."

"I'm sorry," Ashley said softly. Her fingers played with her ring. Chris felt the air go out of his lungs. Was she saying no? Was she about to end their fantasy?

"For what?"

She took a deep breath, her face searching for the right word. "Because I shouldn't be as excited about this as I am. It's not who I am."

Chris thought about what she said, his voice calm and reassuring. "But that's just it, right? It is who you are. Or at least, one aspect of it."

"I... you're right," she replied with a sigh. "And that really turns you on?"

"It really does."

Ashley was quiet for a moment, then a small smile played at her lips. "But why stop with just Clayton? I mean, I have so many admirers these days." She lifted her eyebrow the playfulness back in her eyes as he hand snaked around Chris's hardened tool.

Chris drew a breath. "I fucking love you," he said with a laugh as he fell backward onto the bed. "And I can't wait to hear all about them too."

"I can't believe this is who we are now," she said with a laugh as she lowered her hips down onto his waiting cock.

****

Chris decided to take the BMW to work today, with Ashley having a much needed day off work she wouldn't be using it. She told him she was going to hang out at the house today and tidy up after their party. As Chris merged onto the interstate, he stepped on the gas, delighted as his car quickly gained speed and passed other drivers. He wasn't used to having this much power, and as he buzzed by another cautious driver he began to understand why people enjoyed it so much.

His grip on the steering wheel was loose, his fingers occasionally tapping to the beat as he hummed along to some top 40 song that was playing. His mind was still on this morning, on what Ashley had told him, and the promises they had made to each other. This was really going to happen, on his terms, by his rules. As he whipped around another driver his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror. The dark sedan that he was convinced was following him for days was nowhere to be seen. Just regular Monday morning traffic and the grim faces of people all going to a job they loathed.

As Chris pulled into the parking lot of BitGuardian, he caught a glance of himself in the window, he looked good. He looked confident, like he was on top of the world. He grabbed his red tie of the glovebox and smiled to himself in the mirror as he tied it. "Your terms, your rules," he said to himself as he turned off the car with the push of a button and headed toward the doors.

As he entered the office he felt like all eyes were on him. He did his usual head nod or wave to friendly faces as he made his way to his desk. As he rounded he saw a set of tanned, toned legs sitting on his desk. As he looked up the body, perhaps a little too slowly, he was greeted by the smiling face of Katie.

"Well, hello there, boss," she purred, her eyes scanning him appreciatively. "Someone's looking particularly... invigorated this morning."

Chris felt a familiar tingle at her tone. "Good eye, Katie. It was quite the weekend."

"Oh?" Katie leaned in, her perfume teasing his senses, her breath warm on his ear. "Do tell. It can be our little secret"

Chris chuckled, matching her playful tone. "A gentleman never kisses and tells."

"Pity," Katie replied, her lips curving into a smile. "I do love a good story, but I can appreciate a man with... discretion." Her eyes seemed to travel over Chris like she was sizing him up. He was equal parts aroused and afraid being on that end of it.

Chris felt his manhood start to stir from Katie's usual charm. But he pushed it down as he grabbed a file from his desk and began walking toward the conference room. She fell into step beside him, their shoulders nearly touching. "By the way, Clayton's been holed up in his office all morning. Door locked, blinds drawn. Whatever's going on, it's... intense."

Chris felt a jolt of excitement, wondering if he was preparing for the announcement of Chris's partnership, or his... other plans. "Thanks for the heads up," he said, fighting to keep his voice casual.

Katie's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the hint of something in his tone. "Anything I should know about, Chris?"

"Let's just say things are... evolving," he replied, enjoying the little dance of words.

"Evolving, hmm?" Katie echoed, her fingers brushing his arm as she reached for the file he was carrying. "Sounds intriguing. I do hope I'm not being left out of any... exciting developments."

Chris met her gaze, the air between them charged with unspoken possibilities. "Trust me, Katie, if things go the way I plan I want you right there with me. You're a crucial part to this team."

A slow smile spread across Katie's face. "I'll hold you to that, boss." She turned to leave, then paused, glancing back over her shoulder. "Oh, and Chris? Confidence is a good look on you."

Before he could think of anything clever to say, Clayton's office door suddenly swung open. "Chris," he said, his tone bearing a hint of breathlessness. "A word in my office? Now?"

Chris nodded, fighting to keep his expression straight. "Of course"." He felt Katie's curious eyes on him as he made his way toward the office. He gave her a slight nod to indicate he would fill her in later, but disappearing behind the door.

****

Chris entered Clayton's office and took his usual seat in the sofa across from Clayton. His heart raced as he saw the paperwork sitting on the desk. The equity agreement sat between the two of them, physical evidence of his newly assertive stand. He fought to keep his expression neutral as Clayton rifled through the papers. His mind raced with memories of strained conversations between Ashley and him over bills.

"It's all here," Clayton said, sliding the document across. "Thirty-three percent stake, effective immediately." There was pain in Clayton's eyes. He didn't like feeling like he was getting bested and Chris knew he had done just that. He felt a sense of pride swell up at the feat. However, there was something else in Clayton's gaze. That cocky glare was back.

Chris reached for the documents, but Clayton was faster, snatching them back as if they were kids again.. "Not so fast," he said with a smirk. "We have a few... amendments to discuss."

A flicker of unease passed through Chris, but he pushed it aside. I can handle this. I'm in control. "What kind of amendments?"

Clayton relaxed back, a smile tugging on his lips. "Well, for starters, I want Ashley's number."

It caught Chris off guard, he hadn't expected such direct contact. A little voice in his head whispered caution, but another part of him was excited at the prospect. "Her number? Why?"

"Come on, Chris," Clayton chuckled. "You know why. I want to make sure she understands exactly how to dress tonight. I have big plans."

Heat climbed through Chris's cheeks, a potent mixture of arousal and residual doubt. This is what you wanted, he told himself. To see Ashley embrace that side of herself, isn't it? "I... I could relay any message-

"No," Clayton cut him off sternly. "I want to text her myself. Every. Little. Detail." His eyes danced as he spoke, he was back in control. He was the puppeteer and he was going to make these two dance.

Chris thought of the way she would react, would respond, when she received those messages. The way she would tease him as she prepared herself for him... for Clayton. The thought of it all was intoxicating. "Fine, whatever," he said failing to sound nonchalant about it.

After a moment of internal struggle, Chris relented. "Anything else?"

"During the meal, there will likely be... situations where you'll need to excuse yourself to the men's room"

Chris's tilted his head. "Why? What does that even mean?"

"Does it matter? I'm confident you'll recognize the situation when it occurs." Clayton countered. "These are my terms."

Chris mulled it over. The amendment seemed oddly specific, but relatively tame compared to what he'd been anticipating. Plus, it wasn't like Ashley was going to let him have sex with her in public. "Alright," he agreed, though uncertainty gnawed at him. "Is that all?"

Clayton's smile extended, his flawless white teeth showing. "Perfect. And now, regarding our future meetings-"

"Future meetings?" Chris echoed, for the second time, he was taken aback. He never considered the possibility of future meetings. How long did he expect this to go on? Still, despite the misgivings, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the prospect.

"Ah, come on," Clayton said, leaning forward on his elbows his stare burning a hole through Chris. "You really think Ashley's going to be satisfied with just one taste? After tonight, I wouldn't be surprised if she called me over every evening."

Chris's mind went haywire. He suddenly saw Ashley's face flushed, her body writhing in pleasure. He fidgeted on his seat, trying desperately to hide the tenting of his pants. "That's... that's not up to me," he managed. "Ashley is her own person. We're in this together. If she wants more, that's her decision."

"How evolved of you," Clayton laughed. "Trust me, after tonight there won't be any doubt that she'll want a repeat performance." Part of Chris wanted to protest, to re-assert control, but the thrum of excitement couldn't be denied. _This is what you've been fantasizing about, isn't it?_

"Do we have a deal?" Clayton asked while sliding a pen across his desk.

Chris stared at the pen, then at the equity agreement. Everything he'd worked for was right there. As he reached for the pen, a small voice of caution whispered in the back of his mind, but the thrill of anticipation drowned it out.

"On one account," Chris stammered, minding the steadiness in his voice, "Ashley gets the final say on everything. If she ever wants to stop, then it stops. No questions asked."

Clayton thought for a moment and nodded. "Fine. Now just sign the damn papers."

As he wrote his name, there was a knotted mix of emotions in him. Excitement, fear, anticipation, and arousal, and yet a touch of fear. But above all of them, a thrill for the unknown territory they were about to enter. He sat for some minutes trying to keep those thoughts at bay as he wriggled in his seat. If his excitement was any indication of where this was going then he was in for one hell of a ride.

"Make sure Ashley's phone is on," Clayton said as Chris finally stood up, adjusted himself, and made it to the door. "I've got quite the evening planned."

As he walked back to his office, Chris's head spun with possibilities. He'd gone into that room confident, and Clayton had tossed some curveballs his way, but the excitement beneath it all still lingered. What would Clayton text Ashley? How would she respond? The suspense was nearly too much to handle.

Sinking into his chair, Chris took a deep breath. Okay, so things had escalated quickly, but wasn't that half the fun? He picked up his phone, and dialed Ashley, he needed to make her aware that Clayton now had her number.

Chris's heart was racing in his chest as he dialed Ashley's number. He listened to it ring as he quickly moved outside, out of earshot of the rest of the individuals. He couldn't help but feel like everyone was watching him as he moved through the office, like they already knew this dirty little secret.

"Hey, babe," Ashley's voice came, warm and familiar. "How's work?"

"I just signed the papers, it's all official, babe." Even though Clayton had made Chris feel a bit off balance during their meeting he had bounced back fairly well. After all he had just outmaneuvered him for a third of his company. If he wanted to play head games about trivial things like what Ashley was wearing that seemed like a fair trade off to him.

"Congratulations again baby, I cannot wait to show you how happy you make me." The sultry tone in Ashley's voice said it all to him. "It also gives me an excuse to go shopping. Maybe buy another outfit in blue because you didn't get to see me wear it last time," she responded with a laugh immediately making Chris hard.

Chris sighed. "Yeah, about that." He paused, resting his body against the frame of the BMW. "Clayton wanted your number. He wants to text you... about what to wear tonight."

There was silence on the other end of the line for what felt like an eternity. Chris's mind raced. Is this too much? Have I gone too far?

Ashley finally spoke, her tone wary but curious. "Really? That's... surprising."

Chris detected the hint of fascination in her tone, and it excited him. "Yeah, I know. It's a bit weird, but..." He broke off, unsure how to articulate the enthusiasm building within him.

Ashley seemed to pick up on his tone. Her voice lowered, taking on a sultry edge. "Does that excite you, Chris? Is that part of this whole fantasy for you? The thought of Clayton telling me what to wear?"

Chris's breath caught in his throat. God, yes. "I. yeah... Yeah, it does."

"Mmm," Ashley purred. "Maybe I'll wear that little black dress you liked so much. Or perhaps I'll purchase something new. just for Clayton."

Images developed in Chris's mind, Ashley in various states of undress, all for Clayton's hungry eyes. His arousal increased, nearly to the level of discomfort. Was she doing this for him alone now, since she knew how much it aroused him? Or was she truly as aroused as she appeared at the thought of dressing so provocatively for Clayton? "Jesus, Ash."

"I cannot believe we are doing this, baby." Ashley's voice was sin itself. Chris could hear the pleasure in it, she was having the time of her life torturing him. "I cannot stop thinking about how it is going to feel when he slides into my..."

"Fuck Ash, you're killing me," Chris interrupted her before she could complete the thought. His dick was now pulsating in his pants as he slipped into the BMW for fear of being witnessed.

Ashley's gentle laugh was a mix of comforting and horrifying to Chris. Who was this sex goddess that was impersonating his wife. "I am not able to go back into the office like this."

There was a silence on the other end of the phone before Ashley responded. "Are you hard, baby? Are you hard at work imagining Clayton and me together?"

Chris was gasping. He was actually scared to touch himself right now for fear of cumming in his pants. He did not even realize he was panting until a few long seconds later when Ashley again broke through the silence. "Why don't you send me a picture? Show me how excited you are."

"I..." Chris started and paused, he had no clue what he was going to say. His eyes scanned the parking lot briefly to ensure no one was around. He fumbled with his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he unzipped his pants. Was he really doing this? he thought as he took the photo his cock harder than he'd ever seen it.

"Mmm, so sexy," Ashley purred. "You really are turned on by this." There was a pause again and Chris was curious as to what she was doing. "You know, what's even hotter? Getting two photos like this from two different men in a single day."

Chris thought with almost absolute certainty he was going to cum right there. This had to be a lucid dream he was having and he'd be waking up any moment. "Two? What are you talking about? Has Clayton... has he already texted you? Did he send a dick pic?" A rush of jealousy mixed with lust flowed through him.

Ashley's laugh was low and teasing. "Mmm maybe, would that make you happy, or jealous? To know that your wife was such a slut that she was getting dick pics from other guys?" Before Chris had even had a chance to respond to what she had said she was already going on. "I should go babe. It looks like I have some shopping to do. Let's talk later."

"I... I love you Ashley, so much."

"I love you too baby, even if you've turned me into a freak." She purred sexily over the line before she hung up.

The connection dropped before Chris could respond. He sat there, phone in one hand, painfully aroused and stunned. What had just happened? The night hadn't even started, and already things were taking unexpected twists. But despite the pang of jealousy, Chris couldn't deny the pure excitement sweeping through him. Tonight was shaping up to be one for the books.

****

Ashley stared at her phone, thumping heart in her chest, as she scrolled through Clayton's latest message. The screen illuminated her rosy-cheeked face against the dim dressing room lighting of the shop.

"You're at Elysian? Too formal. I have other plans."

How was it that in only a couple of brief text messages, he managed to make her feel so... helpless? Why did he say this place was too formal? Wasn't that what men liked, women all dressed up for them? She knew that he was just trying to get inside her head, but she couldn't help but admit there was something thrilling about it all.

"And what were you thinking?" She shot back, suddenly feeling stupid for being at the high-end shop.

"Oh, I have plenty in mind, don't worry. You're in for a night you won't soon forget. Tell me about your fantasies, Ashley."

Ashley's head jerked back and forth. He was such a self-centered idiot. She didn't understand why she appeared to be drawn to him. She detested men like him. She gritted out a small laugh - that wasn't true. She knew why she was drawn to him, and it wasn't because of his attitude.

Ashley glared at the screen again, biting her lip, trying to think of something to say. She replied a minute later with shy flirting, " Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would. And I will," came his lightning-fast reply. "You're in the wrong place. Go here." He placed a pin.

Ashley considered her next move. She would be lying if she claimed she wasn't even somewhat curious about where he was leading her. To cover her bases, she texted Chris.

"Hey, I came to Elysian for a new dress, but was quickly told by Clayton that was too formal. He sent me a new location. If I'm murdered, just remember this was all your idea." She added a smiley face emoji before pressing send.

Ashley stood outside of a stylish boutique twenty minutes later. It certainly was more trendy and adventurous than Elysian. She breathed in deep and entered.

A salesperson approached her with a knowing grin. "You're Ashley, right? Clayton called ahead. I'm Amber, and I'll be working with you today."

Ashley's eyes flew open in shock. "He did?" Her eyes darted around the shop, scanning the racks of daring, seductive dresses.

"He had a very distinct vision in his head," Amber said, leading Ashley to a rack of short dresses. "Something that shows off your legs, and that beautiful chest."

Ashley flushed, was this woman flirting with her? Ashley looked around the store as her phone buzzed. Another text from Clayton: "Having a good time? Feeling a little off-balance, yet?"

Ashley licked her lips. Was he goading her? His ability to read her was unsettling, but she was determined to hold her own. "I'm fine. Just not used... to this kind of shopping."

The second message from Clayton: "At the end of tonight, you'll be begging for more. Just like you did that night in the office. I promise you that."

His self-assurance irritated and excited her. Ashley took a deep breath, remembering that night at the office. She felt her body start to tingle. "Pretty confident of yourself, aren't you? You're definitely overselling this. That generally means I'm going to get let down."

Amber returned with a dress that left Ashley's eyes wide with wonder. It was a whole lot more revealing than anything she'd ever considered wearing outside the house. She almost said, "Don't bring it back," but she didn't want to lose. She was not going to let Clayton win at chicken.

When Ashley wore the dress, Clayton's text came through: "How about a preview? Give me something to look forward to."

Ashley smiled, a flash of rebellion coursing through her. "No way. You'll just have to keep yourself in line until tonight."

Ashley looked in the mirror and was another person - vulnerable but strengthened, anxious but exhilarated. The dress hugged her curves, the hem riding almost to mid-thigh. The low-cut neckline left little to the imagination.

When she stepped out of the boutique with her purchase, her mind went wild with mixed emotions. Doubts crept into her mind when she remembered Chris. Was she overdoing this? What if he got cold feet? Clayton's words echoed in her mind - what if he wasn't being arrogant after all? What if she ended up pleading for more?

****

The clock on Chris's phone seemed to mock him as he looked at it for what felt like the tenth time in the past five minutes. The hours crawled by, each minute stretching into an eternity. His anxiety and arousal built steadily, leaving him feeling on edge and uncomfortably aware of every sensation. People at work were starting to worry, after he left Clayton's office several of them, Katie included, asked him what Clayton had needed. Chris couldn't even remember the lie he told, everything just melted away. His focus, along with his nerves were completely shot.

By the time he finally made it home, Chris thought he may vomit. He couldn't describe the emotions going on inside him even if he tried. The nervousness and jealousy was there, it was always there, but somehow it added even more fuel to this new twisted form of desire. There was a masochistic pleasure that came from the surrender.

Chris pushed the front door open, surprised by the silence inside the house. "Ashley?" he called out, his voice cracking.

Silence, for a moment he thought maybe Ashley was still out. Maybe she'd realized how crazy all of this was and went running for the hills. He wouldn't blame her, the fact that she let it go as far as it had already just proved how amazing his wife was. As he slowly made his way up the stairs the sound of running water, eased his mind. She was in the shower. She was in the shower... preparing for Clayton.

For a moment, Chris forgot to breathe. He pushed the bathroom door open slowly, steam fogged the mirror as Ashley stood looking away from him running her fingers through her shampooed hair. His eyes traveled down to her perfect heart-shaped ass. He never felt like he complimented her enough on just how great her butt looked.

"Do you need a hand in there?" Chris asked finally finding his voice, his hand already on his belt.

Ashley jumped and gave a nervous chuckle. "No, wait for me downstairs. I... I want to surprise you with my outfit."

Exhaling slowly, Chris gave a silent nod. He felt a twinge of disappointment, but he knew she was just trying to play the game with him. She was probably just as nervous, and excited as him. He slowly backed out of the bathroom and went back downstairs. Making his way to the living room he poured himself a generous measure of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides of the glass as he lifted it to his lips. The burn of alcohol did little to calm his nerves.

Sinking into the plush sofa, Chris's mind was reeling as he replayed the events that had led to this moment. The company party, that night with Clayton, the deal he'd made... it all seemed surreal now.

"Is this really going to happen?" he whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

The faint scent of Ashley's perfume wafted down the stairs. Chris inhaled deeply, the familiar fragrance now carrying new implications that made his body respond in ways he couldn't ignore. He tried to distract himself by checking his phone, but found he was reading and re-reading the same words on the screen without absorbing any of it.

He tried to distract himself by scrolling through his phone, but found his attention constantly drawn back to the closed bedroom door upstairs. His imagination ran wild, conjuring images of Ashley preparing herself for what was to come. He wished he could see her face right now. Did she have the same hint of mischief in her eye she always got before the two of them went on a date, or did she have the scared doe eyed look she'd sometimes get when she didn't know what to expect? "She's excited," he told himself as he remembered their encounter this morning. "Nervous but excited."

She's up there right now, getting ready for him. To give herself to him. She's actually going to do it. She's going to let Clayton fuck her.

The thought sent a jolt through him, equal parts arousal and anxiety. He tried to picture what Ashley might look like, what Clayton had chosen for her to wear. Each imagined scenario left him more worked up than the last.

Chris loosened his tie, feeling as though he couldn't quite catch his breath. He drained the last of his whiskey, contemplating pouring another. But before he could decide, Ashley's voice floated down from upstairs.

"Chris? You can come up now."

His heart pounding, Chris took a deep breath and started up the stairs. Each step felt monumental, carrying him closer to a moment that would undoubtedly change everything. He paused outside their bedroom door, hand hovering over the doorknob.

Chris moved through the doorway, his eyes widening at the vision of her. Ashley was silhouetted against the fading light, her dress more intoxicating than anything he could have envisioned.

The dress was a masterpiece of daring sophistication. It hugged her body to perfection, the hemline merely grazing mid-thigh, baring her long legs. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination and yet still carried the effect of elegance. Its straps holding it in place on her were knife edge thin, exposing nearly the entirety of her shoulder and collarbone.

Chris's mouth dried up, his head reeling with excitement. "My God, Ashley, you look. wow," he breathed, his voice threatening to crack.

She smiled coyly, a mix of confidence and vulnerability on her face. "Too much?" she asked with a hint of self doubt. "It's not too late to call it off if." Ashley's eyes strayed to Chris trousers, noticing the strain at the front of them. Her eyes met Chris's both of them afire with arousal and desire. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth provocatively, and ran a palm agonizingly slowly over the visible shape in his pants. "I take it you approve, then? Clayton made the right decision?"

The mention of Clayton was enough to make his knees buckle. This was absolutely not for Chris. Ashley had never dressed like this before for him, despite Chris's persuasion, but she had done it for some other man. The jealousy also added fuel to his experience and his growing arousal.

Ashley gave him another slow stroke. Chris was worried that if she didn't stop he would have to switch. "It's not too late to back out, you know. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Chris's mind spun. Was he sure? The image of Ashley in this dress, the fact that it had been chosen by Clayton, the fact of what was to happen - all of it seemed surreal. Something inside of him wanted to call it off, to claim Ashley as his and his only. But something deeper, baser, raged with lust at what was to happen.

"I'm positive," Chris affirmed, surprised at the certainty in his tone. "You're gorgeous, Ash."

Ashley's phone buzzed. "Oh, Clayton says he'll meet us at the restaurant," she said, reading the message.

Chris felt a twinge of something -- jealousy? Excitement? "He's texting you play-by-plays now?"

Ashley looked up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Is that making you jealous? Do I need to tell him to back off?" She stopped, taking in the state Chris was in -- his flushed face, his heightened breathing, the obvious tent in his trousers. Not waiting for an answer, she sneered. "You're thinking about it, aren't you? Me and him?" Ashley breathed, her arms around Chris's neck, her lips inches from his. Chris didn't bother denying it anymore. He nodded, his hands shaping around her buttocks.

"If it's too much, just tell me and we'll stop," Ashley whispered, her eyes locked with his, hers taking on a glassy sheen. "This is for us, not him. Regardless of what we do you are the man who holds my heart. He's nothing more than a tool, a real life sex doll." Chris heard her giggle no doubt thinking of a sex doll version of Clayton.

She paused, a mischievous sparkle in her smile. "But don't get too worked up in the middle, okay? I want to make sure there's still time for us. afterward."

Chris growled into her neck. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to stop himself from getting worked up, but something told him he would have no issue recovering. He pulled Ashley back into his arms, feeling the *thump thump* of her heartbeat against his chest.

"You ready for me to fulfill all your wildest dreams?" Ashley taunted, kissing his neck once more before she moved in the direction of the stairs.

Chris trailed behind her, his imagination running wild with all the things that could happen as he gazed at the back of her dress. He was convinced that if she stooped he would catch a glimpse of her panties, and still with every step his anticipation mounted.

****

Chris fidgeted with his hands as they walked hand in hand into the restaurant. Despite the low lighting Chris couldn't help but feel like everyone was looking at them. He approached the maître d', his hand resting protectively on Ashley's lower back, hoping she didn't notice the sweat on his hand.

"Good evening. Reservation for three under the name Clayton," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

The maître d' nodded, consulting his list. "Ah yes, the rest of your party has already arrived. Please, follow me." Chris couldn't help but notice the appreciative smile he seemed to give Ashley as his eyes flickered over her body.

As they wove through the main dining room, Chris still felt as if every eye in the restaurant was on them - or more specifically, on Ashley. He saw at least two men visibly turn their head as she walked by, ignoring the stunned looks of their partners. Even a few women seemed to give Ashley a wanting look as she slipped by. Despite his nervousness, Chris couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His wife was undeniably stunning and everyone in the restaurant knew they were together.

Ashley leaned in close. "I feel so exposed," she whispered, as she clung to Chris's arm. She was doing her best to try to hide herself, yet as she pressed into Chris's body it only seemed to make her chest look even more pronounced.

Chris squeezed her hand. "You look incredible," he murmured back, feeling her relax slightly at his words. Her body felt warm against his and he wondered if it was his excitement or hers causing the shift in temperature. "Every man in here right now wishes they were in my shoes."

"Do you think they would still feel like that if they knew that Clayton was going to be the one to..." Ashley couldn't bring herself to say the actual words. Instead she allowed her hand to brush the top of Chris's thigh confirming her suspicion on the effect it would have. She couldn't deny the sense of power she felt knowing how she was affecting so many people.

The maître d' led them to a small, secluded room just off the main dining area. Clayton stood as they entered, his eyes roaming over Ashley before meeting Chris's gaze with a knowing smirk. He almost felt sorry for the couple. They had no idea what they were walking into. Clayton spent the better part of the last 24 hours stewing over Chris's audacity. He thought he could call the shots? Clayton was going to show him just how powerless he truly was.

"Ashley, you look absolutely breathtaking," Clayton said, a hint of seduction in his voice. He leaned in, kissing her cheek, lingering just a moment too long. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight," he whisper low enough that Chris didn't notice.

"Thank you," Ashley replied, a light blush coloring her cheeks at his bold statement. Despite having done everything she had with Clayton over the last few weeks she couldn't help but feel a bit of nervousness tonight. All those other times were spontaneous heat of the moment type decisions. But this was deliberate. This dinner was premeditated, Clayton had set it all up. Right down to the very revealing dress she was wearing. It was even his... recommendation that she go braless tonight.

Their table was round and in the corner of the space with booth-like seating. Clayton insisted Ashley take a seat between the two men, a suggestion Chris seemed happy to comply with. Chris edged in close to Ashley. "I love you," he said softly, squeezing her leg beneath the table in an attempt to reestablish himself at ease here. She smiled as well, some of the tension literally falling from her shoulders. Clayton used this moment to order the most expensive bottle of wine without even asking, a display of dominance that was not lost on Chris. It was a power play Chris had employed hundreds of times on the sales floor, but he wasn't about to be deterred. Clayton was operating on old information. He felt that he could use Ashley to unnerve Chris, that he was still somehow unsure about where he wanted this relationship to go, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

As they waited for the wine, Clayton turned his attention to Chris. "How does it feel, finally, to be a partner?" he asked in a playful voice, his eyes still sharp. Ashley also turned toward Chris, a beam of pride on her face as she touched his hair.

Chris shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "It's exciting. It's nice to see all the hard work paying off. I was starting to feel a little unappreciated." Chris glared at Clayton. He wanted him to get the message that he wasn't going to take any guff from him for the rest of the evening. He didn't want to be bullied or embarrassed in front of his wife.

Clayton grinned, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

He noticed the defiance in Chris's eyes. He enjoyed a good challenge under any circumstances, this was no different. "Nonsense, your... contributions are more than welcome," his voice carried a slight sarcasm that Chris alone appeared to detect. Nor was this missed that Clayton was staring at Ashley while addressing him. "You're fortunate to have someone so supportive," he continued, his eyes now fully on Ashley. "Somebody who would sacrifice so much." Chris shot Clayton a warning look, but Ashley, oblivious to the undertone, nodded intently.

"Oh, absolutely. Chris has been working such long hours. But it's all worth it for this opportunity. We truly can't thank you enough for all that you've done for us."

Clayton's grin increased. "I'm more than happy to help. Cheers," he said, raising his recently arrived glass of wine. "To new partnerships and... mutual benefits."

While they clinked glasses together, Chris couldn't help but notice the way Clayton's hand ran over Ashley's hand. There was a spark of electricity that seemed to pass between the two, and Chris shifted uncomfortably in tension.

As the appetizers were brought to the table, Clayton's gaze wandered over Ashley again. "I have to say, that dress looks wonderful on you, Ashley. It really brings out your figure." He extended his hand, stroking the delicate material. The ends of his fingers touched Ashley's bare shoulder and goosebumps erupted.

Ashley smiled, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Thank you, Clayton. I have to say, your fashion sense isn't so bad." She brushed against his arm, lightly. "You have a good eye for detail." Ashley turned to her husband, trying to keep him in on this little game. "Chris, don't you think Clayton chose a good outfit for me?"

Chris felt a jolt of excitement at the unintentional contact between them. He shifted awkwardly in his chair, trying to hide his reaction, but Clayton's keen eyes saw it all. "I um... yeah you do look good. You should have seen the heads turned when she walked in."

Clayton laughed, imagining the scene. "Oh I'm sure I can imagine how they felt. I'm sure they were wishing they'd get the same view we are going to have later."

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but stopped. He saw the way Ashley was looking at him, she had the same hunger in her eyes that he did. Hearing Clayton say "we" had caused her pulse to race as well, he could sense it.

Clayton broke their moment, holding Ashley's attention for once. Clayton picked up a slider that was shaped like a small lobster. "You have to try this one," he proposed, pushing the small nudge toward Ashley's lips. Ashley bent down to take, and Clayton's other hand somehow found its place on her leg, lying comfortably there. Ashley's eyes went wide for a moment at the bold move, but she didn't retreat.

She accepted the morsel instead, letting out a soft, pleased moan as she savored the taste, allowing only the barest tip of Clayton's fingers to slip between her lips. She was putting it on a bit thick, but she didn't think Chris would complain. In fact, she was having more fun than she expected. She had feared the evening meal to be strained, particularly given the dynamic but as they all settled into their roles Ashley was enjoying herself much more than she would care to admit.

"Mmmm," she breathed, her sultry, low voice dripping with pleasure. "Yummy. I so enjoy having such exquisite... meat in my mouth." She grinned over at Chris, winking a mischievous wink his way. Chris couldn't help but be amazed at how she managed to do it so effortlessly, fitting in so well with pleasuring two men.

Clayton's hand, energized by the teasing atmosphere, continued to move further up Ashley's exposed leg, his fingers moving along the smooth flesh of her thigh.

Not missing a beat, Ashley just pushed his hand back down, looking Chris straight in the eye when he did so. Unfazed, Clayton left his fingers hovering just above her knee, knowing time was on his side. If Chris noticed the exchange, he didn't react. Instead, he simply continued staring into his wife's eyes, his own passion already running high.

"Ahh hah," she teased jokingly as she diverted her attention to Clayton. "Your hand is wandering. I'm positive they taught you better manners than that at prep school." Having thought for a brief moment she'd gotten everything under control, Ashley reached for her wine, her lips breaking out into a superior smile.

Clayton leaned in, his voice low, and his eyes on Chris. "You know, Ashley, I was just thinking about how enthusiastic you were during our last encounter, and how unfortunate it was Chris wasn't there yet to witness it. The way you responded to my tongue, the sounds you made..." He trailed off, letting the memory hang in the air between them.

Ashley's face flushed, her pride dissolving as the reality filled her head. She had thought she got the upper hand on Clayton. That he was going to show some morsel of embarrassment for being called out, but suddenly found herself on the back foot, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her.

"I... that was different," she faltered, trying to regroup.

Clayton's smile spread his hand with its own ongoing upward motion on her leg, confident he had struck a chord. "Was it? I remember you being quite... vocal in your enjoyment." Ashley reached down and took his wrist again before it could go too far, but this time she didn't push it away. She just exerted firm pressure on it.

Chris watched the exchange, his own anger mounting as he saw Ashley's fleeting lapse of control. The dynamics among the three of them were shifting, and he was excited and scared to think what this could portend. At the moment, he remembered Clayton's earlier demand - to get up twice from the dinner table. A sense of comprehension of why hit him with a gut-punch.

"I gotta go to the men's room, excuse me for a second," Chris said, getting up from his chair. His heart pounded with his decision, knowing that having Ashley off by herself with Clayton was the plan, but given their circumstances he couldn't help but wonder what he was going to miss. He cast one last glance at his wife before turning away, he could see the look in Ashley's eyes when he made the announcement. He wanted her to know, that he wasn't angry with her, that everything that was going to happen was ok with him. He gave her a soft smile and leaned in and kissed her. He was shocked when he felt her tongue press against his lips. He wasn't sure what was going on under the table, but with Ashley's remark and now this he could only imagine. "I'll be right back, I love you," he whispered and walked away.

As Chris disappeared from view, Ashley felt the long fingers of Clayton brush against the thin material of her panties. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes flashing open in shock. Her own hand did not shift from Clayton's wrist, her fingers holding but not pushing him back. "Clayton," she breathed, her voice strict despite the gleam in her eyes. "We can't... not here. Anyone could see us, they know I am here with Chris."

But even as she spoke, Ashley couldn't quite resist succumbing to the shock of electricity his touch generated. She leaned in her chair as if to move away from him, but the movement only pressed his fingers against her folds tighter. Clayton inched in closer, his warm breath on her ear, when Chris was no longer around. "Oh, but we should, Ashley. This is what Chris wants. Why else would he leave us alone?"

Ashley's breath froze as Clayton's fingers continued to probe, pressing softly on the fabric, finding her warmth and dampness beneath. Ashley was gasping shallowly, her body acting in opposition to her desires. She glanced around nervously, very sensitively aware of where they were as much as possible under cover of their private room. She worried the waiter could at any moment appear and find them in the act. The soft clinking of silver and distant voices reminded her of their open surroundings, and the forbidden thrill was increased.

"But what if someone sees us?" she whispered, even though her body had already betrayed her, responding to Clayton's skillful touch. Her grip on Clayton's wrist eased, while her nails dug into his skin.

Ashley's breasts were prominently rising and falling under the thin material of her dress. the curves of her nipples exposed as her arousal increased. She grit her teeth trying to hold a moan back, her thighs trembling slightly as Clayton's fingers pressed against her sensitive clit.

As the anticipation grew, Ashley's reserve disappeared. Her hips now moved near imperceptibly, swaying slightly, against Clayton's hand. She was building up inside, the tension coiled within her. At the instant she was about to cum, Clayton withdrew his hand. Ashley's eyes flew open, confusion and rage on her face.

"Clayton, what-" she began, her voice husky with need. "I was so close... please."

He chuckled, his teeth scraping her exposed neck. "That's your punishment for making me wait, Ashley. You'll have to wait too."

Ashley squirmed in her chair, needing release. "Please," she panted, her hand extending to him.

Clayton had her wrist, his fingers wrapped hard around it. "No, it'll get here when I'm ready for it to" he answered, his tone low and commanding. "Instead, I want you to take off your panties and give them to Chris when he returns."

Ashley's eyes widened, her face lightening. "I can't do it, he'll-" she weakly complained, her hips still moving despite his fingers already being removed.

"He'll adore it, and you know it," Clayton replied, his tone leaving no doubt. "Consider it a gesture of good faith, for the future."

Flustered and randy, Ashley realized that she was trapped between her flaming desire and Clayton's emphatic insistence. Ashley froze, her mind racing. How did she always manage to let Clayton fluster her so easily? She knew it was a test, a challenge. And she also knew that if she gave way now, she would be admitting defeat. She took a deep breath, making up her mind.

She carefully reached under her skirt, her fingers scrunching into the waist of her panties. She raised up her hips slightly, pulling the fabric down over her legs and off her heels. She balled the fabric up in her hand, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Good girl," Clayton breathed and her juices dripped onto her thigh.

Chris walked back over to the table, instantly registering Ashley's rosy face and disarrayed appearance. Ashley bit her lip when he sat down, staring fixedly at him.

"Clayton instructed me to hand these to you," she murmured. At the same time, she had put her hand on Chris's crotch and her panties into his palm, registering his immediate physical response.

Chris's breath was caught in his throat as Ashley pressed a tiny, silky, damp thing into his hand. His eyes went wide as recognition hit him, his erection springing to life in an instant. Ashley's hand on his burgeoning erection was all she needed to see what he felt.

"Are these your..." Chris couldn't get the words out, his voice raw with need.

Ashley nodded, her cheeks aflame. "Yes," she said on a breath. "He... he made me remove them."

Chris swallowed hard, his mind reeling with the implications. What the hell did he miss when he used the restroom? He locked eyes with Clayton, who had a smug look on his face, and turned back to Ashley, noting how she fidgeted a bit in her seat.

"And you... you're okay with this?" Chris asked, his tone thick with desire.

Ashley's fingers tightened softly, and a soft moan came from Chris. "More than okay," she panted, eyes darkening with need. "Are you?"

Chris nodded, his dry throat. "Yes," he could hardly manage to whisper. He put Ashley's panties in his pocket, the silky fabric a reminder of it all. His hand stayed in his pocket wrapped around the damp fabric. He had only been away for less than five minutes but they were completely soaked.

Clayton coughed to get their attention. "Well, now that we're all comfortable, shall we order our main course?"

The rest of the meal came in a haze of need and tension. Clayton pushed limits gradually but relentlessly. His foot would "accidentally" brush up against Ashley's bare leg, or he'd edge forward to lean in close and whisper something, his mouth warm against the lobe of her ear. Every time he went to grab his glass of wine, his hand would graze Ashley's arm or shoulder.

Chris saw every touch, every glance, and heard every whisper. Each agonizing minute brought him closer to fulfilling his wildest fantasy. In an odd way he was thankful he was starting to feel like the third wheel. It gave him time to try to calm his nerves and quiet the doubt that was creeping into the back of his mind. the one asking him what would happen if Ashley suddenly thought he wasn't man enough, or big enough to make her happy after tonight.

As the main course was removed, Clayton's hand disappeared under the table. Ashley's eyes widened, and she clamped her teeth down hard on her lip, clearly trying not to lose control. Chris saw the characteristic movement of Clayton's arm, and Ashley's barely perceptible squirm.

Clayton stared at Chris and for a moment or so neither of them blinked, before Clayton gestured down towards door. "I... I need to go to the bathroom again," he declared, standing up. He stared at Ashley as well, silently conveying his readiness for whatever might occur in his absence.

As Chris walked away, Clayton turned to Ashley. "Now that we have a bit more space, why don't you show us how much you've been enjoying playing our little game?" He leered at Ashley, as he played with his easy erection.

Ashley attempted to play coy, gazing off. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, nibbling on her lip.

Clayton chuckled, his hand moving to her bare thigh under the tablecloth. "Oh, I think you do." His fingers edged higher, depositing a mark of flame along her sensitive flesh.

As Clayton's touch became more urgent, Ashley's breathing became more wild. His fingers roamed across her already slippery and open folds, eliciting a small gasp from her. Instinctively, her hand crept up his leg until she reached the clear sign of his arousal against his slacks.

"That's it," Clayton prodded, his middle finger drawing a slow circle around her clit. "Demonstrate how much you need this, how much you've been dreaming about my dick."

Ashley's tongue slipped behind her lips that moistened with her touch, she knew that she was in a losing battle. Her body was already teetering towards desperation after the last round of action. Her hand began moving, stroking Clayton's erection through his clothes. She felt it come alive under her fingers, growing stiff as she kept up her fondling.

Clayton's fingers dipped lower, teasing her entrance. Ashley barely stifled the moan, hips shoving into his hand. Her own strokes became more desperate, palm stroking his shaft, fingers tracing its shape.

"You're so wet," Clayton panted releasing his lips to the lobe of her ear. "I'd bet you're dying to be filled to the hilt at this moment, aren't you?"

Ashley nodded, speechless. Her thumb found the sensitive tip of Clayton's cock under his pants, circling around it as he had her clit moments ago. She felt a rush of pleasure as Clayton's breath was caught, his composure fraying for a moment. She felt so powerful in that moment being able to elicit a reaction from him. She was slowly falling apart, part of her wanting to ride him here.

As Ashley's hand kept caressing Clayton, he moved closer. "You do seem to miss it so much, Ashley. Maybe you should say hello properly."

Ashley hesitated for a moment, nervously glancing around the room. But the desire raging in her blood was too much, and she could feel herself creeping towards his zipper, her fingers shaking ever so slightly. She could hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she slowly opened him up. She instinctively moistened her lips as she touched the hardness in his pants against her fingers.

She crouched down, her heart pounding in her chest. Her tongue sprang out, tracing the delicately sensitive tip, tasting the salty precum that had accumulated there. Clayton's sharp gulp of air caught her ear; his hand wrapped around the base of her skull, pushing at her. She was winning here, she reflected. If not by outsmarting him, perhaps by outmaneuvering him... elsewhere. She parted her lips, slowly sucking him in, her tongue still playing around the tip, sucking in all of his arousal.

Despite the awkward positioning, Clayton's fingers found their way back to the back of her dress, his fingers slipping lower until they reached her hot, wet center. He thought about telling her to kneel in front on him under the table, but that would have to come another day. This was a delicate dance he needed to make and in order for it to work he needed to get her worked back up. Instead he relished in the fact that anyone who walked by would get treated to the view of his fingers stuffed inside her exposed slit. He began to stroke her gently, his fingers circling her clit in time with the movements of her mouth on him. Ashley moaned softly, the vibration causing Clayton to groan in response.

She was aware of her own hunger stirring as she continued to suck and lick, the slightest movement of her hips on Clayton's fingers. His fingers penetrated her, curling up to hit that sensitive spot, all while his thumb maintained its ruthless motion on her clit.

"Mmmm fuck, yes, don't stop," Ashley pleaded caught up in the sensation, her body clenching as she approached the peak. But just before she would have collapsed, Clayton gradually pulled his fingers from her, leaving her throbbing.

"Stop, Ashley," he breathed, his voice strained with desire. "You're getting too close, and I don't want you to cum. yet."

Ashley snarled in annoyance around his cock. She pulled him deeper into her mouth, determined to defy him as her lips went lower down into his root. He wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her off his rod with a loud pop. Ashley looked up at him, eyes filled with desperation and rage. She was so close, her body raging for release. All they could do for a moment was stare into each other's eyes. At last, she dropped back into the chair, gasping for breath, her body still vibrating with frustration.

Clayton smirked, tucking himself back into his pants. "We need to work on your obedience," he said disdain in his voice. "When Chris returns, I want you to give him a loving kiss. Show him how much you appreciate him allowing us to play this little game," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Ashley chewed on her lip, she was beyond turned on, but she hated how he was speaking to her. She wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off, but the wet spot on her seat denied her the satisfaction. "And why should I do that?" she asked trying her best to mask the desire in her voice.

"Because once you do we will leave here and I will give you the best orgasm of your life. And it will be made more thrilling by the fact that your husband will be sitting in the background watching as it happens." Ashley could only manage a nod, her body still burning with passion.

Chris returned to the table, immediately noticing Ashley's disheveled appearance. Her lipstick was smudged, and mascara ran down her face. He was just about to inquire when Ashley enveloped him in a passionate kiss.

The unmistakable saltiness on her lips told Chris what had happened when he was gone. When Ashley ended the kiss, she gazed at him with a mix of guilt and excitement.

"I was bad," she panted, her hand resting on the front of his pants. "You're not mad are you?" She was stroking him faster, for a moment Chris thought she was going to actually let him fuck her here and now. But when Clayton coughed, she promptly came out of whatever her state was.

Ashley's eyes darted back and forth between Chris and Clayton. "I think we should leave," she suggested, her throaty voice husky.

Clayton's lips formed a satisfied smile. "Excellent idea. I'll take care of the check." He paused, adding casually, "My driver dropped me off earlier, so I'll need to catch a ride with you two. Ashley can keep me company in the backseat."

Chris looked at Ashley, hoping to gauge her response. She looked back at him, a wicked spark in her eye. "I can't wait to get home and make your wildest dreams come true," she cooed.

But as she spoke, Chris couldn't help but wonder - was it actually his fantasy she was so keen to realize, or hers?

****

Chris gripped the steering wheel tightly as he pulled away from the restaurant, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. In the rearview mirror, he caught glimpses of Ashley and Clayton in the backseat, their forms barely visible in the dim light. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see the silhouette of Clayton's hand resting on Ashley's knee, he was leaning close whispering in her ear. Her hand was on his leg as well. If anyone happened to look in the car they would mistake Chris for an Uber driver taking home a loving couple after dinner. He told himself he should be angry, or jealous, or something other than what he was, consumed with red hot lust.

As they merged onto the highway, Chris saw Clayton lean in, attempting to kiss Ashley. His heart raced, but to his surprise, Ashley turned her head, offering her neck instead. Clayton, undeterred, began trailing kisses along Ashley's neck, his hand now slowly inching up her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress higher. Chris noticed Ashley's sharp intake of breath and saw her hands gripping the seat, knuckles white. The distinct sound of Clayton's fingers sliding against wet flesh reached his ears, followed by Ashley's soft gasp. Chris forced his eyes back to the road, his foot pressing harder on the accelerator.

"Everything okay back there?" Chris asked, his voice strained.

"Just fine," Clayton replied, his tone low and suggestive. "Your wife is being quite... accommodating."

Chris swallowed hard, his mind racing. He'd agreed to this, hadn't he? So why did he feel this knot in his stomach?

"You're missing quite a show up there, Chris," Clayton said, his voice thick with desire. "Perhaps we should give you a better idea of what's happening." With that, he began to help Ashley out of her dress, leaving her completely naked in the backseat.

Chris's eyes darted to the mirror, but he couldn't see much in the darkness. However, his ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of Clayton's fingers moving in and out of Ashley, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the car. He heard Ashley's soft moans, each one higher than the last.

Then, he heard a different sound. A rhythmic, slick sound that made his heart pound. He realized it was the sound of Ashley's hand working Clayton, her movements eager and desperate.

"Jesus, you feel so good. Fuck," Ashley was panting now. Chris tried to catch another glimpse of her in the mirror but a horn blew beside him and he realized he was veering into the other lane.

Chris's heart raced as he heard Ashley's scream of pleasure. He knew that sound too well - she was enjoying herself, perhaps more than she ever had with him. The realization sent a messy mix of jealousy and lust coursing through him.

He was already going faster now, weaving in and out of traffic with a desperation he'd never known. He needed to get home. He needed... What did he need? To stop this? To join in? To watch?

As they reached her exit, Chris heard Ashley's gentle moan. She was close. Too close. The sounds of their mutual pleasure echoed through the car, Ashley's moans and Clayton's groaning growls creating a chorus of hunger.

"Wait," he heard himself say, his voice sounding foreign to his own ear. "We're almost home."

Clayton chuckled. "Poor Ashley, denied parole for the third time this evening. This time, not my fault at all."

Ashley whimpered in frustration, her desperation palpable. "Please," she whispered, though it wasn't clear who she was addressing.

Suddenly, Ashley leaned forward, her hands around the back of Chris's seat. She kissed his neck, her hands tussling with the buttons of his shirt. Chris inhaled sharply, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as Ashley's touch sent shivers down his spine. He felt her breasts heaving against his back, her breathing in harsh gasps.

"Ashley," Chris panted, struggling between desire and wanting to drive well. "We're almost home. Just... just wait for me."

But Ashley was beyond reason, her body trembling as she kissed and caressed Chris. Her little moans suggested Clayton was still providing her with just the right amount of stimulation to keep her on the verge. Chris heard the sound of wet slapping as Clayton's fingers moved inside her, her hips thrusting in time with his fingers.

"I'm so hot, baby. I need it so bad. I was so bad at the restaurant, and now... oh God," Ashley's tongue skittered over Chris' ear. A glimpse in the mirror explained why. Clayton had jammed two fingers into Ashley. He was fucking Ashley with a dizzying force. Her hands gripped at Chris's shirt. Her grunts were screams in his ear.

Chris stomped harder on the gas pedal, eager to get them home as soon as possible. The mix of Ashley's touch, the obvious desperation in her expression, and what was happening in the backseat left him in a daze of conflicting emotions.

The last few minutes of the ride were a blur. Chris navigated the familiar roads on autopilot, his mind concentrating on the sensations and sounds around him. Ashley's labored breathing, Clayton's low moans, the gentle creak of leather as they shifted, and the unmistakable sounds of their mutual pleasure.

As they finally drove into the driveway, Chris took an uneven breath. He turned off the engine, sitting there in quiet. For an instant, no one moved. Then, uncertainly, Chris turned around in his seat. Ashley's eyes were black with desire, her lips swollen. Clayton wore a smug smile on his face, his hand still gripping possessively on Ashley's thigh, his fingers wet with her desire.

"Shall we go in?" asked Clayton, his tone easy compared to the strained atmosphere.

"Ashley needs to put her dress back to normal first. What if the neighbors..." But she was already out of the door, modesty forgotten eons ago and her body exposed as she hurried up the path.

****

As they entered the house, time seemed to stand still. For an insane moment, Chris had thought Ashley really would take Clayton in the backseat of the car. Naked, Ashley strode confidently toward the stairs, her eyes dark with need. It didn't matter to her at this point who took her, as long as she could finally get the release she'd been chasing for hours.

Clayton, ever in command, broke the silence. "To the bedroom then." His broad palm cracked across Ashley's ass, resounding through the house. Chris gritted his teeth and nodded, his eyes wide as he watched Clayton splay a hand across the small of Ashley's back to urge her forward. He was expecting another swat, and was caught off guard when he saw the almost gentle way Clayton's hand landed on her skin. Ashley turned looking over her shoulder, back at Chris, her eyes filled with hunger. Chris was fairly certain that by this point she was beyond the the point of no return, but he still offered her a warm smile a gentle nod letting her know he was still in this with her.

Each step up the stairs felt like it came with a new emotion for Chris. Excitement, step. Jealousy, step. Fear, step. Anxiety, step. And most of all, arousal. His eyes focused on the sway of Ashley's hips as she went upstairs, her lips protruding slightly as she walked glistening in the warm light. He had wanted this, hadn't he? The reality of it was both terrifying and intoxicating. He wasn't sure how he would react once they got to the bedroom, but he found himself already pulling at the belt of his pants.

When they stepped into the bedroom, Chris's heart was racing, a mix of anticipation and nervous energy running through him. His gaze moved around the room almost in slow motion. He had seen it a millions times before, but this time it was like he was seeing it for the first time. Ashley sat naked on the bed, her legs spread and inviting. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts heaved with every breath, a delicate pink hue coloring her skin to attest to her arousal. The sight of her like this, knowing what was about to happen, filled him with raw animalistic lust and a strange sort of pride.

Standing before her, Clayton admired every inch of her body appreciatively with his eyes. He was still fully clothed, but the bulge in his pants was unmistakable, a promise of what was to come. He took his time, his gaze lingering on her curves as a smirk formed on his lips. He knew the power he held in this room and he intended to enjoy it.

Chris was standing in the doorway, frozen in place. He could feel his cock pressing against his pants, as his hands shook with anticipation He had wished for this moment, he had fantasized about it. Now that it was finally happening, he was terrified and thrilled in equal measure. He was suddenly, acutely aware of every sensation: the hiss of the ac as it tried to cool his ever rising body heat, the faint scent of Ashley's perfume mingling with the unmistakable scent of her arousal, the sound of his own ragged breathing.

Clayton turned to Chris, his smirk widened into a grin. "You just going to stand there, buddy?" He goaded. "Care to take up your usual spot in the chair?" Clayton's condescending tone wasn't missed by Chris, but his legs turned to lead as he took a tentative step forward, then another, until he was standing a few feet from the bed. He could see the wetness between Ashley's thighs, could see her body trembling slightly with anticipation. The mocking tone of Clayton had Chris turning slightly. "Ensuring you have a front row seat?" he taunted, his voice so full of the same arrogant superiority it seemed to always carry. Clayton turned his attention to Ashley, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts. She gasped arching into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

With his free hand Clayton slowly undid his belt. The swooshing sound it made as it quickly slide from the belt loops seems to vibrate in Chris's ears. Pinching Ashley's nipple between his fingers he pushed down his pants, and his boxers, revealing his cock. Chris's eyes widened at the sight. This was it, Clayton was going to slide that giant tool inside his wife. Chris could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin, could see the precum glistening at the tip. It was an intimidating sight, one that sent a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him.

Clayton placed a knee on the edge of the bed and pushed Ashley lightly to her back. He took his time exploring every inch of her body. He continued to squeezed her breasts, causing her to gasp at the forcefulness but she didn't shy away from him. In fact, as his thumbs circled her nipples she arched her back into it, drawing out a moan from deep within her. His fingers glided over the curve of her hips, dipping into the hollows of her waist. He was slow, deliberate, his touch designed to tease and draw things out.

Ashley was putty in his hands, her body responded to his touch. She squirmed on the bed, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her skin was already slick with sweat, Chris couldn't help but ogle her. Under the soft lighting of the bedroom she looked like a picture from a magazine. A rare piece of art that perfectly captured her raw unadulterated state.

Chris's hardness grew painful as it continued to try to expand. With trembling hands he released it from its confines tossing his pants into the corner. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve some of the pressure, but he was frozen in place, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

Clayton's hands went lower now, tracing a path down Ashley's belly, down to her pussy. Teasing for a moment, his fingers hovered over her clit. Ashley whimpered, her hips bucking in desperation for his touch. A chuckle rumbled from Clayton as his gaze flicked to Chris, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes.

"Look at her, Chris," he purred, the emphasis taunting. "Look how wet she is. How much she wants this. How much she wants me."

Chris swallowed hard, eyes darting between Ashley's face, twisted in pleasure, and Clayton's hand hovering above her pussy. He could see the wetness, see how ready she was. It was a heady sight, one that sent a rush of want through his veins.

The muscles of Clayton's back rippled as he climbed further and further toward her. He planted kisses on her collarbone, her jawline. He moved for her lips, but she denied him, turning her head with a seductive smile and smiling weakly as Chris, small victories. His large member pressed against her thigh, angry and swollen as he worked his way back down to her chest. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against it causing Ashley to moan in pleasure as her hands ran through his hair.

Each gasp and moan seemed to elicit a response from Chris's body. He was a silent participant, a voyeur in this dance of lust, but he was as much a part of it as Ashley and Clayton. He could feel the tension building, could feel the anticipation coiling in his stomach. He could feel the precum oozing from the head of his shaft despite not yet touching himself as fell back into the chair.

Clayton arched over Ashley. He grabbed his manhood and positioned it directly over Ashley's opening. He thwapped the tip of his dick on her swollen lips before using his hips to slide the entire length over the top of her opening.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, don't stop."

Clayton chuckled, a sound that was both mocking and arousing. "You want it, don't you, Ashley?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You've wanted it since that day you watched me in the office haven't you?"

Ashley nodded her face red with embarrassment, "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She turned her head to Chris. A look of bewilderment on his face. She thought it was because of what was about to happen, but in reality he was trying to make sense of what Clayton had just said. Did something happen between them that he was unaware of?

"I want it." Ashley whispered licking her lips and bringing Chris out of his trance. He needed to focus on what was happening now. His deepest, darkest, fantasy was playing out right in front of him, he wasn't going to let anything ruin it.

Clayton turned to Chris, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Chris, grab that pillow," he commanded, pointing to the pillow on Chris's side of the bed. "Put it under Ashley's hips."

Chris hesitated for a moment before complying, his hands trembling slightly as he positioned the pillow under Ashley's hips, elevating her pelvis. He could see the wetness between her thighs, could see how ready she was.

"Did... did you remember to bring a condom like I asked?" Ashley whispered. With the way her hips were already searching for his meat Clayton wondered if it really mattered. He hated the way condoms felt, but it was a small concession to a much larger prize.

Clayton took a condom from his wallet, tearing open the packet with his teeth. He rolled it onto his cock, his eyes never leaving Ashley's. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.

Chris's mind was going in a million different directions and he found it increasingly difficult to stay in the moment. First it was what ever happened at the office and now the comment about the condom. What else had they texted to each other? He gave Clayton Ashley's number in the morning, were they texting all day?

"Tell me you want this dick," Clayton's continued taunts brought Chris back to the present.

She locked eyes with him. "I want your dick, Clayton." Chris sucked in air from his chair. The words a knife of betrayal that only seemed to make Chris's cock pulse with need.

With one swift thrust, Clayton entered her, pushing nearly half has cock into her before meeting any real resistance. Ashley cried out, her body convulsing as her first orgasm immediately washed over her. The work of the earlier teasing clearly paying off in dividends. It was intense, her body shaking with the force of it. Clayton groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation of her tight, wet heat around him.

As Ashley rode out her pleasure, she reached up, her hand wrapping around Clayton's neck. She pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss. After denying Clayton all night she was now the aggressor. Her tongue attacking Clayton's mouth with a zeal that Chris had never seen. Watching his wife kiss another man with such eagerness and hunger made his cock swell in his hand. For a moment he though he may cum as well, but luckily the moment passed.

As Ashley's orgasm subsided Clayton began to make tiny thrusts, each one impaling him deeper into her warm depths. Breaking his mouth away from hers, his lips stroked her ear. "You like that, don't you, Ashley? You like feeling my cock inside you?"

Ashley nodded, her breathing coming in short jagged bursts. "Yes," she whimpered, her eyes still closed, her lips searching for his. "I love it. You feel so good."

Clayton chuckled, turning his head to look at Chris, who hadn't even blinked since Clayton entered her. "You're going to let me fuck you again, right?" he said, his voice taunting. "Whenever I want?"

Ashley looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Whenever you want."

Clayton finally tilted his hips, burying the rest of his cock inside her, his balls pressed against her ass. Ashley arched her back in response, her tongue danced across his bottom lip as she desperately sought out his kiss. This time, Clayton was the one denying her, pulling his head away at the last possible second. She challenged him repeatedly, made him work so hard for this moment. He was going to make sure he got every ounce of satisfaction out of it while he could. "Tell your husband how deep it is."

"Oh fuck." Ashley moaned her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Clayton slammed back into her. "So deep. He's so fucking big." As the words left her lips Clayton finally gave her what she wanted and opened his mouth. Ashley's tongue disappeared inside of it her teeth crashing against his.

Chris's body responded to Ashley's words, a shrill throb in his hand as he stroked his cock. He couldn't believe she was talking like that, couldn't believe she was so eager, willing. He'd never heard her talk that way, or use such language. It was way too much for him. He pumped once more, eagerly, and finally found his release. His cock pulsed in his hand, his cum dripping from his hand and splattering his shirt.

It appeared that Clayton had finally satisfied himself and was concerning himself more with fucking Ashley than taunting either one of them. He raised Ashley's hips slightly adjusting the pillow under her for angle, as he continued to push his pole deeper into her.

"Ohhh, oh God," Ashley cried out as he seemed to drive even deeper with each thrust. She bit into her lip with such force, she could taste blood. "Nnnggghhh, yes, right there."

With every stab of power, Chris watched as Clayton's glutes would tense then relax, the rhythmic sound of his testicles slapping against Ashley's ass with each thrust filled the air. His thrusts were almost intentional in their motion, aimed at some spot. Ashley arched herself higher to accommodate him.

"Ooooh, ooh, fuck. Yes, yes, just like that, Clayton. Fuck, just like that." Clayton kept a steady rhythm, he couldn't get enough of the way Ashley's walls were squeezing him. He knew she was going to be a great fuck, but he had no idea she would be this tight or this vocal.

Chris could tell by her breathing and the way she was driving her hips up to meet Clayton's thrusts that she was close again. He began slowly stroking himself again. Amazed at how quickly he had recovered.

"OOOOHHHH GOD, FUCK DON'T STOP, JESUS. FUCK CLAYTON, RIGHT THERE, YEESSSSS," Ashley screamed. Chris had never heard her scream like that before. There were a few occasions where she would get loud, but never like that. For a moment he worried that the neighbors just heard her cry out for another man.

Clayton's movements slowed, and eventually stopped altogether as clear shockwaves of pleasure rippled though Ashley's body. Her fists clinched at the sheets her legs outstretched as she withered in pleasure, allowing another powerful climax to wash over her.

He flipped Ashley onto her stomach as she continued to experience the waves of pleasure from her orgasm. His touch firm and demanding now allowing Ashley a moment's rest. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath finally coming down from the massive wave only to have Clayton slam back into her from behind. Ashley gasped, her body trembling as she struggled to move. Clayton groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation of her tight, wet heat around him.

"You're such a bad girl," Clayton said. "You like it rough, don't you?" Ashley could only manage to nod with each thrust provoking a soft moan from her lips. Chris watched in awe as Clayton's cock glistened in the light of the room, still wet from Ashley's juices.

Clayton smirked, his eyes gleaming in triumph as he started going faster, his hips driving in with a force that shook Ashley's body. He was rough, his hands clinched tightly around her hips, his fingers sinking firmly into her meaty flesh, his cock filling her with every thrust.

Chris watched, eyes wide with wonder and excitement, he had never seen Ashley this way before, enjoying such rough treatment so thoroughly. It was a part of her he did not know existed, a part that turned him on and scared him at the same time.

"Has Chris ever made you cum this way, Ashley?" Clayton now asked, his ego evident. "Has he ever made you feel this good?"

Ashley shook her head, catching her lip between her teeth. She turned her head slightly, meeting Chris's gaze but at the same time giving Clayton a better angle. "No," she purred, she could feel the warmth building inside her again. "Never like this."

His laugh started low, then grew louder, almost villainous in nature. "That's what I thought," he said, his words oozing with hubris. He smacked her ass, as he felt her body start to lose some of its energy. The thunderous clap echoed off the walls as Ashley threw her head back. She climbed onto her forearms now and started playing with her chest.

Ashley whined louder, her muscles clenching as she moved toward her next orgasm. Clayton's strokes never slowed, his body pounding in a desperate unhurried pace. He reached up, his hand clenching in Ashley's hair, his bicep swelling as he increased his already frantic pace.

Flesh slapping flesh rhythmically filled the room as Ashley's cries grew louder and louder. "Ohhh Fuck. Fuck, Clayton. Don't stop, don't fucking stop." He didn't. Ashley's body jerked forward, for a second Chris thought Clayton would pull out her hair. Her hand shifted from her chest to her clit, her fingers a blinding blur.

Chris waited, his wife cumming towards another orgasm. He couldn't remember her having this many from him in one session. His mouth was dry, he realized that he'd been keeping it open all this while. He was certain he was going to cum again any moment. It took all his willpower not to keep pleasuring himself, he had to be ready to take Ashley back. That was something he was not going to get wrong.

Ashley cried out, her body jerking as another orgasm coursed through her. It was an intensity she'd never experienced before, her body convulsing with the force of it. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body slick with sweat.

As Ashley's climax ebbed, Clayton prepared himself for his own. With a sudden movement, he pulled out of her, ripping off the condom. Ashley whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Clayton let out a deep grunt "unnnngh FUUUUCK!" He stroked his cock and flung his head back with pleasure."FUCKKKKKKK" ropes of thick seed shot from Clayton's tip as he continued stroking violently, coating Ashley's perfect ass. After what seemed like 5 or 6 ropes, he appeared to finish, his body, hanging limply over Ashley's.

Ashley shuddered at the feeling of Clayton's warm semen on her skin, her body quivering at the sensation. She looked back over her shoulder, her vision still foggy as she felt the warmth running down her legs and onto the pillow below her.

Clayton looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "That was great." He looked over at Chris, his smirk increasing. "You seemed to have liked it almost as much as she did."

Chris just stared at him blankly. He couldn't describe what he had just witnessed. He felt like he was in shock. He had enjoyed it, more than he had anticipated. Seeing Ashley so wild, so free, had stirred something primitive in him. He had watched the most profound, most carnal experience of his life, and he understood that this had changed something vital in their connection. But equally, all these insecurities sneaked back in with a force. He had never had a reaction like that from Ashley before, not even on his greatest night. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head.

While Clayton was getting dressed, Chris gazed across at Ashley, rising slowly. He didn't know what to say, what to do. He had dreamed of this, wished for this, but the reality of what was actually going on was a million times more real, more complicated. Ashley rolled over onto her side while he struggled to get it through his head.

Ashley looked back at Chris, her eyes soft with understanding. She reached out a hand, beckoning him to come to her. Chris slowly began to stroke himself, each step closer to Ashley felt like a new hot ember was being added to the fire. He lay down next to her, kissing her softly as she slowly came back to life for him.

They lay there in silence, their bodies entwined, their breathing synchronized. There was just so much to say, so much to consider, but as Clayton was leaving the bedroom Ashley slowly hooked her leg over Chris and slid down onto him. She felt different, he thought to himself, but that didn't stop him from driving his hips up to meet hers.

"Careful, baby. Go slow. I'm sore," she whispered as her lips touched his softly. Chris knew that this experience had changed something fundamental in their relationship, and he wasn't sure where they would go from here. But for now, he was content to make slow, sweet love to his wife. There was something almost therapeutic about it for him as he felt Ashley's walls close around him. Her body hung low against his, her smell calming his otherwise shattered nerves. He'd witnessed something primal, raw, and undeniably erotic. The image of Ashley, lost in ecstasy, crying out Clayton's name, was seared into his memory.

As Ashley's breathing steadied, Chris found himself wondering if things could ever go back to the way they were. He'd seen a side of his wife he never knew existed, a sexual hunger that both thrilled and terrified him. What if he could never satisfy her the same way again? But as Ashley nuzzled closer, murmuring "I love you" against his ear, Chris realized their relationship hadn't just changed - it had evolved. Every boundary they pushed, every secret they shared, had forged something deeper between them. Their marriage wasn't weaker for embracing these darker desires; it was stronger for facing them together, built on a foundation of trust that went beyond conventional limits.