Newlywed's New Desires Ch. 09

Chris's heart rate escalated as he sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom. His eyes were locked on Ashley, who was lying sprawled across the bed, her hair fanned out behind her, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with each labored breath. He had never seen her so worked up. She was so loud, so vocal as her body shook with what must have been her fifth orgasm. She was not even looking at Chris anymore, her whole attention was on Clayton and the massive cock that brought her to staggering new heights.  

"You're gonna let me fuck you again,  aren't you?" Clayton's voice filled the room, seeming to come from everywhere. "Whenever I want?" His blond hair was slicked to his forehead as sweat dripped down his face.

Chris's heart slammed against his ribs, each beat a war drum of warring emotions, lust and fear coiling like snakes in his chest as he waited for Ashley's response. Sweat broke out on his forehead, the room suddenly too hot, too confining. He knew what was coming,  and yet it sounded new, like he was hearing it for the first time.

Ashley's eyes glossed over in ecstasy,  and she looked at Clayton like he was the only man on earth. The look was different from any other,  one that Chris had never seen her give to anyone but him. It was a look of love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling as her hips lifted off the sweat-soaked sheet to meet his thrust. "Whenever you want.  Never stop fucking me."

The words hit Chris like a train, even as he felt a surge of unwanted excitement. He wanted to run over to them, to tell them this was too much. But when he looked down at his naked body he saw that he was bound to the chair. He had no recollection of being tied up. He certainly could not remember ever wishing to be,  so when had it happened, and why? Tied up and immobile all he could do was watch, his cock aching for freedom, as Clayton fucked his wife repeatedly. Her cries of pleasure as she climaxed playing on a loop in his head.

Colors swirled together before solidifying into a new terror. The walls seemed to shift around him,  bending with each hammering pulse of his heart. Chris wobbled. He blinked and Ashley was on top, riding Clayton like her life depended on it. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she rocked her hips demanding Clayton deeper into her. Deeper than Chris could ever possibly go. He could see it all - the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, the look of pure ecstasy on her face, the way Clayton's hands gripped her hips with possessive fervor that was likely to leave a mark. Clayton's cock was wet with Ashley's fluids and his own cum as he rammed into the once innocent wife. Chris's chest tightened as he did a double take. Clayton was not using a condom.

"Oh God, Chris," Ashley groaned,  briefly opening her eyes and locking his. "He's so damn big. I've never felt so full. You'll never be able to make me feel like this." As if to drive her point home, Ashley leaned forward thrusting her tongue into her lover's mouth as her cries of ecstasy rang in Chris's ears.

Chris was overwhelmed by a confusing mixture of humiliation and lust. He ought to be angry, to feel betrayed,  yet here he was,  painfully erect, unable to look away from the sexual tableau before him.  Clayton was laughing at him now. A full belly laugh even as Ashley rode him like a wild stallion.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Clayton's voice cut through the haze, a smug grin on his face. "To see your wife completely satisfied? To know that she'll never be the same after this? That you'll never be enough for her now."

Chris tried to talk, to object, but couldn't utter a word. He was paralyzed, forced to sit there and watch as Ashley came undone, crying out Clayton's name as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

He woke with a jolt in a tangle of sheets and a racing heart,  sitting up straight in bed. He blinked dazedly before the comforting normalcy of his bedroom blurred into view. His eyes scanned the room as if to check he was alone.  Ashley stirred beside him,  her eyes flickered open.

"Chris?" she murmured, her voice innocent and sleepy. "Are you okay?" She placed a reassuring hand on his back, running her nails softly along his skin. Her touch had a calming effect on him as he let out a soft sigh.

He swallowed hard, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. "Yeah," he managed, his voice hoarse. "Just a... an intense dream." He let out another slow, controlled breath before laying back down, placing his head on Ashley's exposed chest. She let her hand slide up his back and through his hair, her manicured nails grazed his scalp. With each pass of her hand his anxiety slowly melted away.

"Must have been some dream," Ashley said with a giggle as she felt Chris's hard cock against her hip. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Chris stayed silent for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of his wife's fingers in his hair and the slow steady sound of her heartbeat in his ear. He had so much he wanted to talk about after last night. After Clayton left Chris was inside his wife almost instantly. Their love making was a mix of intense jealousy and passionate embracing. But when it was over they both drifted off to sleep without so much as a word between them. They never got the chance to discuss everything that happened.

"Last night..." he started but stopped unsure of where to actually begin. He tried to push the dream to the back of his mind but it was hard to separate the real from the dream. "Was it... I mean, did you..." he trailed off again, unable to focus on just one question in his mind. His eyes drifted past Ashley's rising chest to the clock on the table. 6:52AM still plenty of time to talk through everything before he went to work. The smug look and villainous laugh of Clayton from his dream filled his ears. Maybe he could call in sick.

"Did I what, Chris?" Ashley's voice was soft, loving. She was just as confused and in need of a talk as Chris was. Why was he making this more difficult than necessary? They had already been through so much together what was he afraid of? The dream ran through his head again spiking his anxiety.

Chris took a deep breath kissing Ashley's soft skin tenderly. "Was Clayton... better?" The words came out in a rush, tinged with vulnerability.

"Oh, baby," Ashley whispered as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him further up on her body so she could kiss his lips. The kiss was gentle and lingering. Her soft lips parting slightly as she took his lower lip into her mouth. Opening her eyes she placed his hand on Chris' cheek. "Look at me," she whispered her forehead pressed against his. "The sex was good," she paused for a moment thinking, her eyes never leaving his. "Honestly, it was probably way better than I expected."

Chris let out a groan and tried to turn his head but Ashley didn't let him. Her fingers dug into the stubble on his cheek. "But... he isn't you, baby." He gave her a soft smile not enough to convince either of them he believed her. To emphasize her point, she reached her free hand between them and curled her fingers around his hard shaft. "I'm serious. It was good, but it didn't come close to this," she tugged on his cock slowly her lips lingering on his. "What we have, it's so much better, baby. So much deeper." She felt Chris's tongue press against her closed lips and she smiled accepting it into her mouth. It wasn't a sloppy, wet kiss. It was slow and tentative. His tongue pressing against hers as if it was the first time.

The kiss lasted for several long seconds the intensity of it never changing. When Chris finally pulled his lips away she continued. "Last night, with him, it was just sex. It was great sex..." she said with a laugh, "but it was just sex. It was shallow and empty. It doesn't hold a candle to what we have."

Chris watched her face, measuring her responses. He believed her, of course, she had no reason to lie, but his own insecurities continued to rear their head. "So, you're saying I'm better?" He asked with a grin.

Ashley rolled her eyes. "you men are so predictable. Not everything is so black and white. It wasn't about better it was... different."

Chris nodded trying to following along with what she was saying. He wasn't sure if she was just telling him what she thought he wanted to hear, but her face seemed genuine. "He was so rough with you, Ash. So... demanding. Do you like that stuff?"

Twisting her hips, Ashley flopped onto her back, pulling Chris on top of her with a grin. She felt Chris shudder in her hand as she continued to slowly stroke him. "With him I did. That version of me, the carefree version enjoyed feeling..."

"Like a slut?" Chris asked feeling like he was starting to understand.

"yeah, like a slut." Ashley responded guiding his manhood to her warm opening. "But with you, this version of me. I love this version." she murmured as Chris slid into her. "Careful baby, still sore," she said as he flexed her hips pushing deeper into her.

"Sorry."

She shook her head. "Never be sorry. Just... be gentle."

Chris shook his head, relishing the feeling of her warmth pulling his cock as he moved at a slower pace. "You said so many things last night. Things I never thought I'd hear you say."

Wrapping her legs around him, Ashley smiled. "You said you wanted to see me let loose. That you didn't want me to hold back. Did I go too far?"

Chris's cock twitched inside her as she spoke. His body reacting to her words even before his mind could settle on an answer. "So it was all just a show then? an act?"

"Not an act," Ashley responded her eyes drifting shut as she slowly rocked her hips into her husband. Her body was starting to heat back up. She was never a sexual person when she was younger. She enjoyed sex and had a few boyfriends who she would fool around with. But, she couldn't remember a time when it felt like every day she was chasing a new release. This last few months had seemed to awaken things not just in Chris, but her as well. "Some of it may have been more exaggerated to help play up your... enjoyment. But it was real."

Chris continued to drive into her watching her face as he made love to her. Her eyes were still closed, her tongue sitting just past her teeth as she clamped down on him. Chris couldn't help but wonder if she was reliving that moment right now. If behind her closed eyes she was picturing Clayton. Her eyes fluttered back open and she smiled up at him. "You came... a lot. Harder than you've ever with me."

She saw the hurt in her husband's eyes and she brought her hand around his ahead pulling him into a passionate kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as she felt her orgasm building then one coming on slower and stronger than ones before. "Harder because of you, because you were there," she corrected driving her hips into him.

This seemed to please Chris as he smiled down at her. He felt closer to her now that ever before. He wanted to finish and then lay back down on her chest and bask in her love. But something else was still eating at him. He didn't want to ruin the moment though. Instead he focused the feeling of her body under his. The soft gasps she made with each stroke. The warmth of her breath on his neck as her hands ran through her hair. "Are you close?" He whispered feeling his own orgasm building.

"Yes." She ran her hands from his hair to his ass pulling him into her. Encouraging him to push deeper. With each thrust she pulled him closer, deeper into her depths. Her soft moans filled his ears fueling the images from his dream to return.

"Fuck Ash, I'm going to..." he gave one final grunt as she felt his cheeks flex and he exploded inside of her. She gave a high pitched squeal as her walls contracted around him. Her own orgasm timed perfectly as she felt it wash over her.

As Chris collapsed on top of her she purred in his ear her hands running over his back feeling the droplets of sweat that had formed on his body. "It will never feel like that with Clayton," she whispered snuggling into his neck.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes. The intensity of their love making evaporating all the tension that was in the room. "You um... you said other things too," Chris said breaking the silence. "Like how Clayton could fuck you again. Whenever he wanted."

Ashley's body tensed she had forgotten all about that. "That was one of the exaggerated parts. I did that for you."

"Do you... do you want to do it again?"

"Only if you want me to." She replied, her voice laced with suggestiveness.

"I... I love seeing this side of you. It's all just so... intense."

"And I love sharing this side of me with you. Knowing that I'm not going to get judged or hurt," Ashley said feeling her pulse quicken at the thought of another night with Clayton.

"So, no regrets then?" Chris asked planting a kiss on her neck.

"Not unless you have some."

"None, but there is one thing that's been bothering me," Chris propped himself up on his knees to look into Ashley's eyes. She cocked her eyebrow unsure what he was going to say next. "Clayton said something about you watching him in the office. What was that about?"

Ashley sucked in air, she had forgotten about that, too wrapped up in everything that was happening. she chewed on her bottom lip cursing herself for not telling Chris sooner.

"I... I should have told you," Ashley's eyes suddenly filled with tears taking Chris by surprise.

"Told me what?"

"The day I went to the office while you were in Seattle for the Larkin deal. You told me to take some files to Clayton."

Chris nodded. "I remember," he said never breaking eye contact with Ashley, his soft cock sliding free from inside her.

"When I got there Clayton came on to me," Ashley saw the rage in Chris's eyes. "It wasn't anything serious, I shut him down immediately. But then.."

Chris was holding his breath. He still wasn't sure where this was going. "Then?"

"I was about to leave and there was a knock on the door. Clayton told me to hide in the closet. That people would get the wrong idea about me being there. I didn't want to cause any issues for you at your new job so I did."

Ashley continued her story sparing no details about the scene she had seen while she was in the closet. Chris listened intently his mouth hanging slightly open by the revelation.

"Holy shit. Clayton and Katie? I had no idea." The more Chris thought about it however, the more it began to make sense. Before he went on that trip Katie seemed like a meek self-conscious woman who wasn't build for the sales world. But now... his dick twitched at the thought of her.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Ashley said squeezing his hand.

"It's okay. I understand why you did it. But no more secrets, okay?"

Ashley nodded relieved to have gotten that off her chest. Chris laid back down on her chest closing his eyes. His own lies playing in his head, while he rationalized that they were somehow different. As Ashley's breathing evened out, signaling she had drifted back to sleep, Chris found himself wide awake, his mind racing. He thought about the upcoming day, about facing Clayton at work, about the Larkin deal, and about the future of his relationship with Ashley. With a soft sigh, he pulled Ashley closer, taking comfort in her warmth as he tried to will himself back to sleep.

****

When Chris woke up an hour later he was relieved that there weren't any more dreams causing him distress. He looked beside him to Ashley still curled up peacefully a slight smile on her face. He watched her for a moment, he couldn't believe what happened last night actually happened. He thought he would chicken out, or the Ashley would call him a sick pervert. Instead, they'd actually gone through with it - he'd watched as Ashley fucked another man. The craziest part of all, was that he wanted to watch it again. He smiled, a big goofy smile, as he watched Ashley sleeping. What the hell was wrong with him? With a final deep breath he climbed out of bed heading toward the shower to start his day.

After his shower, Chris was surprised to see Ashley still asleep. Usually, Ashley was up before him on workdays. Of course, she didn't usually have marathon sex sessions on those days either, so perhaps her sleeping in was completely justified. Laughing to himself he made his way to the dresser only to stumble on the pile of dirty clothes next to the bed. They needed to do laundry. Especially those sheets and pillowcases.

Dressed and out the door, he still had enough time to swing by Mable's Diner and get his usual. He opted to eat breakfast in the car today hoping to get to the office a little earlier than normal. As much as he enjoyed last night, he wasn't in a hurry to see Clayton. He took a sip of his coffee, the warmth filling his chest as he thought about everything Ashley had said. Clayton and Katie. The revelation stunned him. Not only was it unprofessional on so many levels, it also meant Clayton wasn't just sleeping with Ashley. He replayed what Ashley told him about what she saw, he couldn't help but picture Katie in the same position as Ashley, making the same noises. He felt his dress pants start to strain and immediately tried thinking about anything else.

Chris pulled into the BitGuardian parking lot, his mind still swirling with the morning's conversation. He killed the engine, sitting for a moment in the silence. A deep breath. Then another. Time to face the day.

The office was quieter than usual as Chris opened the doors. Only a handful of people were there, mostly the guys in IT. He was happy that he decided to come in a little earlier, he needed a minute to adjust. He nodded to a few of the guys on the other side of the room, forcing a smile. His heart rate slowly started to decrease. It was just another normal day, as he approached his desk, a muffled voice caught his attention. Clayton's office door wasn't shut all the way, a sliver of light spilling into the main room. Chris slowed his pace, ears straining.

"Make the sale now, the news will break later," Clayton's urgent whisper carried through the gap. A pause. Then: "Move the money to his account."

Chris froze, his hand hovering over his chair. What the hell did he just hear? He leaned closer, trying to catch more.

"Chris?"

He jumped, every hair on his body standing up as he whirled around to find Katie standing behind him, a stack of papers in her arms. She tilted her head in confusion as she waited for his response.

"Jesus, Katie. You scared me." He tried to maintain eye contact, but the low cut blouse Katie wore begged him to catch a quick peek.

She cocked an eyebrow. "Jumpy this morning, aren't we? Something going on?"

Images from last night flashed through Chris's mind only this time it wasn't Ashley. It was Katie. Katie on her knees. Clayton's hands in her hair. He swallowed hard. "Just didn't realize anyone else on our team was here."

Katie's lips twisted into a sly smile. "Well,  after spying, I have a favor to ask you." Her big brown eyes looked up at him. Her lower lip protruded in her best "puppy dog" pout.

Chris grinned at her weak attempt at humor. "What do you need?" He took another quick look at Clayton's office door, his interest still piqued. Then set it aside focusing instead on Katie's request.

A toothy grin spread over Katie's face. "You're so soft." She pumped her fist in victory. "When you get a spare minute, can you take a look at these sales figures on the Heilman account? They requested a fairly big discount and despite my best efforts to negotiate I managed to get them only a little lower."

"Sounds like someone needs more training," Chris joked, then winced at his own words.

Katie's eyes gleamed. "Oh yeah?" She took a step closer to Chris, an alluring look in her eyes. "Offering some one-on-one time, boss?" The way Katie emphasized the word boss caused Chris to shift his stance hoping to hide his arousal.

He could feel the warmth seep into his neck,  hoping that his face wasn't as red as he was sure it was. "I um...  I'll take a look and let you know."

Katie chuckled softly before looking Chris over one last time and turning on her heel. As she walked away, Chris couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips, the confidence in her stride. Was that really all because of Clayton?

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the documents. But the words danced in front of his eyes,  making no sense.  He could think only of Ashley's voice,  telling him what she'd seen in that closet.

"You look more distracted than usual. Still thinking about last night?" Chris didn't have to turn around to know whose voice it was. His eyes swept the office to make sure that there was no one else around.

When he did turn around he saw Clayton leaning casually against the frame of his door. His foot was low on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and that infuriating smirk plastered on his face.

"You can't say shit like that here," Chris complained gritting his teeth.

"Relax, no one's here yet," Clayton laughed, rolling his eyes. "What do you got there?"

Chris chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to let his frustration pass. "Just... going over these papers for Katie."

Clayton's sneer increased. "Ah, yes. Katie's been a real asset recently, hasn't she? Really coming into her own."

Chris nodded, unsure how to respond. The tension between them was thick. Chris wondered how Clayton would react if he called him out about Katie, but he thought better of it. He wanted to keep that one in his back pocket, just in case.

"Listen," Clayton continued,  turning business.  There were more and more people crowding in now.  Time to enter work mode. "We have to get the arrangements set up for the Larkin trip. Got a minute?" Clayton indicated his office,  leaning off the wall and waiting for Chris to follow him.

Chris followed Clayton into his office,  painfully conscious of every gesture, every glance. Walking through the details - flight schedules,  conference agendas, key points to cover, - Chris continued to struggle to concentrate. His mind kept drifting back and forth between what went on last night, this morning's revelation, and that muddled conversation he overheard.  Paying attention was out of the question.

"Chris? You paying attention?" Clayton's voice cut through his thoughts. "We need to be on the same page for this trip. You've got equity now, it's time you acted like it."

Chris opened his mouth to object. He wasn't sure where this was coming from, but for Clayton to act like he didn't always have his shit together was a slap in the face. Before he could formulate a response however, Clayton had already moved on.

"Tom wants to meet up for drinks when we land before the meeting the next day. I'm heading out for the rest of the day. Need to prepare for the trip. I trust you can handle things here?"

Chris nodded stiffly. "I... of course." Chris's head was spinning. He felt blindsided not just by Clayton's baseless allegations, but now he was just leaving in the middle of the day. He never did that.

As Clayton reached the door, he paused, Chris thought he was going to say something, probably another snarky comment. However, he seemed to have lost the thought and instead shut the office door behind him.

The click of the door behind him seemed to bring Chris out of his trance. He glanced around the empty office for a minute, his eyes resting on the open closet door. That's where Ashley... he broke free from the thought a smile forming on his lips. Ashley, that's why Clayton's leaving early. The poor bastard was exhausted after last night. A wave of emotions washed over him in that moment. the usual jealousy and arousal were there of course, but also a sense of pride. Clayton had to leave work early after one night with Ashley, while Chris spent every night with her and didn't use it as an excuse to leave early.

****

Ashley winced as her eyes opened. Her body throbbing from the last 24 hours.  Looking at the clock on the bedside table she let out a sharp gasp,  jumping to her feet. "Shit" she spat. It was already after nine. How had she slept so late?

Dragging herself out of bed, she took a moment to look over her naked body. There were bruises on her hips and chest. Teeth marks around her nipples. She bit her bottom lip as her fingers traced the marks. She had never had sex so hard before. She didn't know she would...  like it so much. She wondered if Chris had noticed the marks this morning or if he was too focused on last night. Images flashed in her mind,  and a shiver of excitement coursed through her core. Ashley tried to brush them off as she headed towards the closet,  desperately looking for a pair of clean scrubs so she could still arrive at work on time. The way Clayton had treated her, the things she had said. She could feel her heart pounding as she considered calling in sick. But then Chris's vulnerable expression from this morning flashed before her eyes, was he really okay with all of this?

"Get a grip," she said to herself,  ruffling her hair. If Chris was insecure, he would have said so. He claimed that there were no regrets. So why did she have this nagging sense that she had done something wrong? Their relationship had to come first, no matter how tempting other... distractions might be.

Ashley pushed open the closet, her gaze sweeping over the contents. "No, no, no," she said, opening and slamming drawers as she rummaged through heaps of clothes. Everything was dirty. They'd been so busy with everything else that things like laundry had fallen by the wayside.

With a frustrated sigh, she reached for the back of her underwear drawer. Her hand brushed against something silky. Ashley paused, her breath catching as she pulled out a set of blue lingerie. It was more risqué than her usual fare - all delicate lace and strategic cutouts. Was this really all that she had clean?

She'd bought it months before, intending to surprise Chris. In a lot of ways it was similar to the one she wore when... Ashley bit her lip. The night Clayton showed up in her bedroom. The night that everything shifted.

She closed her eyes, remembering how she had felt that evening. Excited. Nervous.  Anticipatory. How she had planned to give Chris a show when he came upstairs. Then Clayton had arrived, and all those feelings were being directed at someone else.

She shook her head, forcing those thoughts away. This was all she had clean. It didn't mean anything. It was just underwear.

As soon as she put it on, she felt a shiver run through her. The blue lace barely hiding the teeth marks on her body. The blue demi-cup barely contained her full breasts, and the matching panties were equally as skimpy, gauzy in the front and tapered to a narrow thong in the back.

She glanced at herself in the mirror. Very sexy.  And very unprofessional. She wondered what Chris would say if he saw what she was wearing. She considered taking a quick picture and sending it to him, but she was already late and after speaking with him this morning she probably shouldn't be teasing him right now. She reminded herself to question him about his dream, and why he had been so distressed when he woke up.

Scrubs on, hair in a bun, Ashley gave herself a final look in the mirror. Everything looked normal on the outside. No one would know what lay beneath. With a deep breath, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

The drive to work was automatic. She barely registered any of the cars she passed, or turns. She relived the conversation with Chris,  torn between a haze of conflicting feelings. Every red light was a chance for her mind to wander. First to Clayton's hot gaze, and rough caresses, then to Chris's soft touch this morning. She clutched the steering wheel harder,  reminding herself to focus on the road.

"Chris said there were no regrets," she whispered aloud more than once,  having to hear the words. "He likes seeing me like that. He likes watching. I'm scaring myself for nothing." She massaged her thighs together, the softness of her choice of underwear not serving her well in fighting off her unwanted desires. Was he really okay with what happened?

Ashley pushed those thoughts aside as she pulled into the hospital parking lot. The usual lot in front was full, forcing her up to the third floor of the larger parking structure. As she navigated the dimly lit, nearly empty parking level, the echoes of her car engine and screeching tires failed to drown out the haunting memory of her own words from the night before.

A familiar voice froze her in place as she stepped from her car.

"Well well, fancy meeting you here."

Ashley turned to find Clayton approaching her, a slow smile spreading across his face as the sound of his footsteps rebounded off the walls.

"Clayton?" Ashley exclaimed. "What are you--" She glanced around at the empty parking garage, heart racing.

He closed the gap between them. His eyes raking over her with hunger as he strode toward her with careless assurance. "Had a meeting with an old friend. Pure coincidence running into you, though I must say I'm not disappointed."

Ashley backed away involuntarily, her back against the cold metal of her car. "What are...  I mean, I have to go to work." She tried to calm herself,  hearing how desperate her words sounded. She hated to give him the satisfaction that he was in charge.

Clayton's smile widened as he placed his hand on the hood of her car leaning in towards her. "Relax, Ashley. I've been unable to stop thinking about you all morning.  And besides, when did you ever do anything really spontaneous?"

Before she could come up with an answer, his hands, possessive as always, were on her hips. She flinched slightly as his fingers pressed into a bruise. His mouth was on her neck, shooting shivers of electricity through her body.

"Clayton, we can't," Ashley panted, her palms pushing against his hard chest instinctively. Despite her protest her body arced into his touch. "Not here."

But her objections fell on deaf ears as Clayton's hand slipped beneath her scrub top leaving a path of molten lava as it snaked up her ribs. His fingers brushed against the lace of her bra, and he pulled back with a wolfish grin.

"What do we have here?" He teased licking his lips. His eyes shone with approval. "Don't tell me you wore that just for me."

Ashley's face burned with embarrassment, unable to ignore the warmth spreading between her legs. She should have told him to go to hell, but she suddenly felt like she needed to defend herself. "Of course not. It was just... all I had clean."

Clayton chuckled, his hand continuing its exploration as he slid down the cup of the bra pinching her nipple between his fingers. "Keep telling yourself that. I think you secretly wanted me to be here."

A gentle sigh escaped Ashley's lips as her nipple became hard at his touch. Was he right? Did some part of her sub-conscious want something like this to happen? She didn't believe so, but as her body responded to his touch she found it harder and harder to think about anything else.

"I... I need to get to work," Ashley protested half-heartedly, pushing against Clayton's chest. She moaned again, her resolve faltering as he manipulated her sensitive nipples. For a moment, she imagined giving in right there in the parking garage.

"Did you wear the matching set?" Clayton asked,  planting kisses along her jawline as his other hand moved past her waistband of scrubs. His fingers brushed against the front of her lace panties, her desire already leaking through them.

"Fuuuuck." Ashley groaned turning her head at the last moment as Clayton's lips moved toward hers. Her knees buckled a bit as she felt him pushing the fabric into her pussy. Her fists tightening on his shirt as her hips pushed forward desperate to feel his finger deeper.

Clayton's voice sliced through the fog of her desire. "Have you ever fucked Chris at the office?" He asked as he pulled her panties to the side.

The mention of Chris's name jolted Ashley awake,  slamming her into realization like a bucket of ice water. Her eyes snapped open, the awareness of where she was shattering over her.

"No," she said firmly, pushing Clayton away making him stagger backward. "I can't... we can't do this. I... I need to get to work." Without waiting for a response, Ashley grabbed her bag and bolted for the elevator. Her heart pounded in her chest as the doors slid closed, separating her from temptation. She didn't even bother looking back. She could feel his eyes on her. The stupid smile plastered on his face knowing that he almost had her.

What had she been thinking? How had she almost.  She shook her head,  dismissing the thoughts. She took out her phone and was considering calling Chris, but before she could the elevator door slid open. She took a deep breath and stuck her phone back in her purse. She had to be professional. She couldn't let this interfere with her work. She would call Chris later once she'd had time to calm down.  

Ashley had stepped into the restroom just before entering the ward. She put back her head and took deep breaths,  trying to settle her nerves.  She slowly looked up,  and the accusatory reflection stared back at her.  "What the hell were you thinking?" she whispered to herself,  clenching the cold porcelain.

She'd almost cheated. It hadn't been her game with Chris, or to drive him crazy. This was different - selfish, dangerous. She'd almost crossed a line she could never go back from.

Ashley's stomach churned as she imagined Chris's reaction. Sure, she'd had similar run-ins with the janitor before, but this... this felt worlds apart. Less spontaneous, more calculated. More intimate.

"Intimate," she laughed, disgusted with herself the instant the word was on her lips.

But it was true, wasn't it? This thing with Clayton felt intentional, like she'd been nurturing it, feeding it bit by bit. And that scared her more than anything.

She examined herself more fiercely, double-checking that everything was in its proper position when she reached the nurse's station. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with residual excitement. Her hands shook as she adjusted her scrubs, making sure every trace of the blue lace was hidden from view. Her skin still pulsed from Clayton's touch as smoothed out her attire.

"Get it together," she growled at her reflection. "You're better than this." And even as she spoke, doubt crept in. Was she? Or was she merely kidding herself?

With a final deep breath, Ashley squared her shoulders and headed out for her shift. Whatever internal battle she was fighting would have to wait. Right now, she had patients who needed her full attention.

The soothing bustle of the nurse's station served to ground Ashley as she lost herself in her work. But behind her icy professional mask,  a storm brewed. Every quiet interval brought a torrent of memories and what-ifs. The feel of Clayton's body against hers in the parking garage. The open, trusting way Chris had held her this morning.

"Girl are you alright? I've been talking to you for like five minutes!" A hand waved in front of her face, snapping her out of her daze. Nurse Jen, her closest work friend, stood before her with a concerned expression. "You okay? You seem very distracted today."

Ashley forced a smile. "Yeah sorry, lots on my mind."

Jen raised an eyebrow. "Anything you want to talk about?"

For a moment, Ashley considered telling her friend.  Where would she begin? How was she going to explain the intricacies of what was happening without judgment? She scrolled through her admits list in hopes Mrs. Johnson was available. She already knew what was happening and wouldn't judge her. Ashley gnawed her bottom lip, Mrs. Johnson wasn't there, so she had no one to confide in.

Jen was still staring at Ashley waiting for an answer. She didn't want to get into it. Instead, she deflected. "Just thinking about this upcoming trip to Seattle. It's a big deal for Chris's work."

"Ooh, exciting!" Jen's eyes lit up. "I've always wanted to visit Seattle. You'll have to tell me all about it when you get back. I wish Dave's job was as exciting as Chris's. All he does is work from home all day."

As they discussed travel arrangements and the tourist sites around the area, Ashley was able to get some of the tension out of her. She and Jen did not work very many shifts together. Jen typically worked the night shift. But when they did work a shift together the two were always tight. This was what she needed at this time in her life,  a little bit of normalcy.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of patient admissions and routine procedures. Ashley silently wished Mrs. Johnson would be a late admission.

She immediately hated herself for even considering such a thing, realizing what that would mean. She did her best to focus on work, thankful for some sort of distraction.  However, every so often, her mind would drift back to the parking garage. To Clayton's hands, his lips, his intoxicating presence. Each time, she'd force those thoughts away, burying them beneath layers of professionalism and duty only to have them crop up again when the lace of her bra would brush against her skin just right.

As Ashley made her way down the hall to her next patient visit,  she caught sight of a familiar face out of the side of her eye. The janitor, usually so chatty and flirtatious, barely gave her a passing glance as he swept the floor. His jaw was set, his movements rugged and irritated.

"Hey stranger," Ashley called out, happy to see another familiar face even if it was one that brought up unwanted feeling.

The janitor glanced up, his expression blank. For a moment, something flashed in his eyes - pain? Betrayal? Ashley threw him a confused look not realizing what she did to provoke such a glare.

"Hey," he grunted, returning to his work without another word and disappearing around the corner without so much as brushing against her.

Ashley stood there, confused at his attitude. She had grown accustomed to their teasing, the not so subtle flirting that added a twinkle of excitement to her day, not that she needed one at present. Nonetheless, she couldn't help feeling somewhat let down by their discussion. Was he angry with her about what had happened the previous time they were together? Or maybe he was angry that they had not talked in a while.  "Maybe he's having one of those bad days," she said to herself and pushed him aside and went to another patient's room.

The remainder of Ashley's shift continued as it started. She had attempted to move past the frustration of what happened with Clayton. But she was happy to have the day end. She wanted to get home, to be close to Chris. To hear about his day and tell him about hers.

As she gathered her things, Ashley's mind wandered to the upcoming trip to Seattle. Just a few days ago, she'd been excited about the prospect of a getaway with Chris. Now, the thought filled her with a mix of anticipation and dread. Hopefully work would keep both Chris and Clayton occupied and she wouldn't have anything to worry about, but something told her that wasn't going to happen. She also wasn't sure what to make of Tom. He seemed sweet and easy-going, but Chris seemed to think he was bad news. "No sense in dwelling on things I can't control," she told herself as she exited the elevator relieved to see the parking garage empty.

****

Across town, Chris leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He stared blankly at his computer screen. He hadn't gotten nearly enough done. The day had been a whirlwind of meetings and phone calls, but his mind kept drifting back to this morning's conversation with Ashley.

He'd spent his lunch break discreetly poking around, trying to make sense of the snippets of conversation he'd overheard from Clayton. But so far, he'd come up empty-handed. He decided not to spend any more time on it. He already had more than enough on his plate and from the looks of things that conversation was nothing.

A soft knock on the desk, drew his attention. Katie stood a few feet away from him, her hip tilted to the side as she leaned against the wall. "Still here? It's usually just me working late."

Chris managed a tired smile. "Lost track of time, I guess. You heading out?"

Katie hesitated, glancing towards Clayton's office. "Is he coming back tonight?"

"Clayton?" Chris shifted in his chair. "No, he left early. I think he had a long night." A slight smile tugged at his lips. "Did you need something?" He asked as he reached across his desk. "I looked over the Heilman file, and I think we can make the discount work."

Katie's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great news." She stepped closer, perching on the edge of his desk. "I was worried we'd lose them." Her eyes seemed to stay locked on Clayton's office.

Chris leaned back, creating space between them as he felt his neck start to heat. "It'll be tight," he murmured, focusing on the papers before him rather than Katie's proximity. "But I think it's doable. We can go over the details tomorrow if you'd like."

"Sounds perfect," Katie smiled, then tilted her head. "So, how does it feel? Having a stake in the company, I mean?"

Chris blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "Oh, uh, it's still sinking in, to be honest."

Katie leaned in slightly, her blouse hanging loosely off her chest. Chris could feel her breath on his neck and it caused the hairs on his arm to stand "I bet. Must come with some nice perks, huh?"

There was something in her tone that made Chris's collar feel suddenly tight. He looked up at her, determined not to stare at her exposed chest. Her eyes however, seemed to still be on Clayton's office. "I, uh, If there are I haven't seen them. Just more paperwork while he plays hooky."

Katie's smile widened, her eyes finally meeting Chris's. He couldn't help but wonder if she was hanging around, waiting for him for another closed door session. Was that why she was eyeing his office? "Oh, come on," she teased. "It can't be all that bad."

Chris swallowed hard, his mind racing. All he could think about right now was Clayton and Katie together. "It, uh, it has its moments."

Katie laughed, placing her hand on Chris's arm. He had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. "You're cute when you're flustered. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Before Chris could formulate a response, Katie stood up. "I should get going. Doesn't look like Clayton's coming back tonight."

Chris busied himself with straightening papers on his desk, trying to appear casual despite his racing pulse. "Right, yeah. Have a good night, Katie."

Katie's heels click-clacking toward the exit was the only sound either of them made until she swung open the door and disappeared into the fading sunlight. Chris let out a long sigh as the door slammed shut behind her. What was that all about?

As he drove, Chris's mind raced. Between the dream this morning, Clayton's suspicious behavior, and now Katie's suggestive comments, he felt like he was juggling flaming torches. One wrong move and everything could come crashing down.

He pulled into the driveway, hoping that Ashley wouldn't be too late getting home. He wanted her close. He needed to hold her, to tell her how much he loved her. He wasn't sure why, but he felt guilty after his run-in with Katie and he knew seeing Ashley's smiling face would make it all better.

****

Ashley pulled into the driveway, killing the engine. Her racing thoughts had finally begun to settle. She replayed the conversation with Chris earlier in the day in her head. They just needed to be honest with each other. She hadn't done anything wrong in the parking garage, Clayton came on to her and she pushed him away. She might have let him go further than she should have done, but then again, it was no different from earlier tussles. She was overreacting. With a smile to herself, she gave one final check to her reflection in the rearview mirror, the engine softly ticking from under the hood.

When she opened the front door, the rich aroma of simmering garlic and fresh herbs enveloped her, mingling with the homey scent of bubbling tomato sauce. Chris's voice called out from the kitchen, "Perfect timing! Dinner's almost ready. How was your day?"

She smiled, he sounded happy. Her eyes locked on a small picture frame of their wedding on the end table by the sofa. She really did have a great life. "Busy," she replied rounding the corner and wrapping her arms around him, pressing her face to his back. "You didn't have to cook."

Chris shrugged, stirring the pasta sauce. "I wanted to. Thought you could use a nice meal after a long day." He spun around in her arms, kissing her cheek softly. "Why don't you go change? This'll be ready in a few minutes."

Ashley nodded, holding the hug a little longer before letting go, pressing her palms to his chest. "I really am lucky to have you. You know that?"

"I know," Chris said with a smile kissing her forehead. "Now, get changed. This is almost ready."

In their bedroom, she changed out of her scrubs and grabbed a pair of old sweats. She considered taking off the lingerie to avoid the conversation with Chris, but it felt too dishonest. In the mirror, her tanned skin glowed beneath the delicate blue lace. It really did make her feel sexy, naughty in a way that she wasn't used to. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she put the old sweats on over the lingerie and headed back downstairs.

Returning to the kitchen she saw steam was already rising off two plates Chris had laid out on the table. "I thought we could eat in the living room tonight," he said. "More comfortable."

They settled onto the couch, plates balanced on their laps. Chris twirled pasta around his fork, looking at Ashley expectantly. "So, tell me about your day."

Ashley took a deep breath, recounting her day with a mix of truth and careful omission. She was going to tell Chris about Clayton she just wanted to wait at least until after dinner. Instead, she focused on the demanding patients, and the usual workplace drama. "Jen was on shift today," she said with a smile slurping up the rest of her pasta. "She said she wants a full account of our trip to Seattle. I guess she's always wanted to go."

"Sounds like quite a day," Chris commented between bites. "Hopefully we have some time to do some sightseeing together while we are there. I still don't understand why Clayton needs me there, but I'm learning that once he makes up his mind about something there's no changing it."

Ashley smiled, he had no idea how right he was. "Well I plan to make the most of it. New adventures and whatnot," she replied, meeting Chris's gaze. A silent acknowledgement briefly passing between them. "How about you? How was your day?"

Chris launched into a description of his day at the office,  meetings and projects. Ashley sat quietly,  relieved the day was winding down in such a mundane way. As he spoke, she couldn't help but dwell on his face. The sincere enthusiasm in his eyes, the small furrow of concentration between his eyebrows, she loved all of it. A warm sense of affection washed over her. She truly couldn't understand how he was so at ease with.  all of it.

"Oh," Chris added, almost as if afterthought, "Clayton left early today. Said he had some personal business to take care of."

Ashley almost choked on her pasta as she fell into a coughing fit. "Really?" she coughed. "Did he say why?"

Chris shrugged looking at his wife with interest. "No, but," He smiled, a sly look on his face. "After last night, I'm not surprised he needed some recovery time."

Ashley laughed, the sound genuine this time. "You might be right there," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. She put her empty plate on the coffee table. "I'm rather tired myself. Early night?" She stroked her hand along Chris's leg to ensure he knew she wasn't going to bed.

Chris agreed too readily, as he took their plates into the kitchen.  After they were in bed, Ashley curled up beside him kissing his neck softly. He let his hand creep under her shirt slowly, his breath hitching when he felt the softness of her bra.

"I thought you'd like it," she said with a shrug.

Chris's eyes darkened as they roved over her, lingering on the swell of her hips. His head was spinning with a thousand unasked questions, his breath catching in his throat. "Did you...  did you go to work like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire and incredulity.

Ashley smiled and considered the question. His response was so not like Clayton's.  She just let Chris's mind wander for a really long time.  Within a few seconds,  he seemed to realize this was one of their games.

"Fuck," Chris murmured, his breath warm against her neck, "I bet your favorite janitor loved seeing you like this."

Ashley braced,  a sense of guilt flooding her as a plan began to emerge. One which was exciting and perilous in equal measure. "No, he never did get to look" she answered, her tone low and come-hither. "But.  I did happen to meet up with Clayton."

She could feel Chris sit up beside her, his lips tight-pressed suddenly against her throat. "Oh? What happened?"

A rush of guilt shot through Ashley's chest as she hesitated, her thoughts racing in a hundred directions. Should she tell him about the incident in the parking garage? The memory still burned against her flesh. But the truth was heavy,  something she couldn't speak in the tension-filled moment they stood together.  So she allowed her lips to curve into a smile, the words she chose laced with seduction, as she measured Chris's reaction.

"I was just getting to work," she began, her voice rough and sexy. "He was in the parking garage. Said he had a meeting somewhere around here."

Chris's hand moved up further, pushing the cup of her bra and encircling his fingers around her exposed breast. "Go on," he encouraged.

Ashley closed her eyes and allowed the fabricated story to flow over her. She bit her lip both aroused by Chris's reaction and the memory of that day. "He pushed me against the car, pinning me against the hood and his body."

Chris tugged her sweatshirt up, his fingers trembling with frustration. The soft material caressed her skin before it was left behind forgotten in the blackness beyond their bed. The anxiety he had experienced beforehand still lingered, it would never be gone. That was half of what made it so exhilarating.

Pleased with his reaction, Ashley continued. "Before I knew what was happening his hand was under my top tweaking my nipples the way I like... ahh just like that," Ashley moaned as Chris mimicked the movement. Any guilt she felt earlier had long been forgotten. Her body blazed with a new desire as she wondered what was going through Chris's mind.

"Did he.  did he kiss you?" Chris breathed against her lips, his mouth just inches from hers. Ashley groaned into his mouth. She felt the heat of his breath on her skin, the moistness of his lips against hers. Chris's hand tightened around her entire breast the roughness of his palm against her nipple.

"He... he tried, but I turned my head at the last second."

Chris kissed her jaw line, "what else?" he whispered.

Ashley hesitated again, swallowing hard, her heart starting to race from both the arousal of the moment and the guilt of the story. She was back in the parking lot. Back to the exact moment she considered letting Clayton take her. Only this time, she didn't have to push him away. She imagined exactly what he would have done to her, what she wanted him to do to her.

Ashley rolled her body to the side, wanting better access to Chris. She felt his cock, hard and pulsing against her leg. "He... he told me that he wanted to see if my panties matched," it wasn't really a lie. She was doing her best to keep the story as close to reality as possible. But, she knew where the night was heading and that the truth wouldn't be enough to satisfy their hunger. "He slid his hand down the inside of my pants." As she spoke, Ashley spread her legs slightly. Chris didn't need any more of an invitation as he slipped his hand down the front of her sweat pants.

"Fuck Ash, you're soaked." Ashley blushed, she didn't know why she was so turned on. But she knew Chris was right. The minute they started playing this game she felt her juices start to leak. "Were you this wet for him?"

"Wetter," Ashley teased pushed her hips toward his fingers. She wanted to feel them push the fabric of her thin panties into her, the same way Clayton did. She wanted him to pull them to the side, just like Clayton did. Then to tell her that he loved her despite the fact that he thought she had fucked someone else.

"That's so fucking hot," Chris said pushing against the thin lace. It was enough to get her to wrap her arms around his neck and force her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for awhile with Chris teasing her entrance as they made out.

"What else happened?" Chris asked panting to catch his breath. "What did you do?"

"I was so naughty, baby. So... slutty" She started pulling at Chris's pants, stroking his cock as she fumbled with the button. "I started rubbing him, just like this. He was so hard, lover, and so fucking big." The truth about today's encounter could wait; right now, she was too lost in their shared passion to think about consequences.

She heard Chris suck in air with those last words and felt his cock twitch. She knew he loved this part, although she still wasn't completely sure why. He pulled her panties to the side, nearly ripping them as he continued to tease her lips.

"Oh fuck. What... what happened next?" Chris was in heaven listening to Ashley's story. It was so vivid, and for a moment he had to remind himself that it was just a story. He knew his wife would never do something so reckless at work. But that didn't stop him from imagining it was true.

"I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help myself." Ashley had his pants down to his ankles now and she slowly stroked his cock as she spoke.

"What happened!" Chris's voice rose slightly his fingers finally pushing deep into it.

"Oh, Fuck, yes," she moaned feeling his digits push deeper inside her. Her eyes were closed, reliving the moment with Clayton. "He... he turned me around and... he pushed me across the hood of the car."

Chris's fingers picked up steam and Ashley bucked her hips trying to push him even deeper inside her. "Then he yanked down my scrubs to my ankles." As she spoke Ashley tightened her hold on his shaft, running her hand up and down its length.

"Did he.... oh fuck, that feels so good."

"I was so worked up by then. All I could think about was how good he fucked me last night." Ashley cried out as Chris shoved her panties and sweats down to her ankles and spun her around on the bed. His strokes were more rough, more possessive and it only made Ashley even more horny.  As Chris's passion grew, Ashley could sense her reservations begin to disappear. His heat on her skin, his comforting smell. She was craving this.

"I can't believe you let him..." Chris groaned, almost as if he were in pain as he grabbed her hips. Ashley barely flinched as his fingers sank into her already bruised skin. She wanted it to hurt. She deserved to be punished. "Did you let him....?"

"Fuck me?" Ashley finished asking as she thrust her hips backward for his rigid cock. She could feel it hit against her lips as she let out a soft moan. She threw her pillow to the floor, she didn't intend on being silent. Her fingers clamped on the white sheet.

"Yes.... did he.... did he fuck you?"

"Mmm, would you be upset if he did? I told you, I was acting so slut-"

She didn't get to finish what she was saying because Chris plunged into her, his hard meat splitting her tight pussy with a single solid stroke causing her to gasp as his length filled her.

"Oh god yes.... yes, yes." Ashley gasped as he bottomed out within her, his hard instrument sheathed to the hilt in her hot wet depths, "Fuck me baby, reclaim me." With her eyes closed, she reimagined the parking garage.  She didn't flee from Clayton this time.  She stayed and she allowed him to fuck her. For now, she would allow herself to get lost in this moment with Chris. The truth could wait.

Chris couldn't believe how much he was aroused. His dick was as hard as a diamond as he rammed into Ashley like a force of nature. Ashley was already making a puddle beneath her legs. She was appeared to be even more into this fantasy, and Chris loved it. He pictured himself puller her hair and jerking her head back. It was a thing that Clayton would do, and he wondered if she'd like it. He decided not to at the last second.  Rather, he simply focused on the way her body was responding to his. Her juices were sliding down her leg with each stiff thrust. The bed creaked under them as the headboard slammed against the wall.  Chris's hips slammed into hers in a harsh cadence, her wet heat enveloping him as their bodies became one in rhythm.

Each thrust sent shudders through Ashley, her flesh alive with sensation, the raw sheer power of their union battering her senses. The mattress groaned beneath them, the headboard thudded off the wall with every powerful drive, but it was the thud of their bodies colliding that echoed in the room, filling it with an aphrodisiac mixture of want and need.  

"Yes, baby.  fuck me Chris, fuck meeeeeee." Ashley was screaming louder now. This was what she craved. Not just sex, but to know that Chris still loved her. That he wasn't just telling her what she wanted to hear this morning. She drove her hips back with each thrust. Her ass jiggling with the hard impact of each stab as she did her best to clench her walls around him.

All the thoughts of the story she had been telling her husband were left behind now as Ashley rode towards her peak, bucking against him, her pussy clamping down on his hard cock.

Behind her, Chris was trying to hold himself in check, his balls churning as they ached to release their contents deep inside her.

"Oh... fuck baby... fuck, fuck I'm so close... I'm gonna...."

Arching her back and pushing herself up onto her fists Ashley shuddered violently, writhing in pleasure as the sensations he was creating inside her exploded into a flood of ecstasy that radiated out through every pore in her body.

"Fuuuck. I'm cumming baby. Fuck, don't stop."

Her shriek of rapture tipped him over and with a grunt of triumph he came,  spilling a torrent of his seed into her womb, jerking repeatedly as he pumped the last drops into her.

"Wow." He gasped as he collapsed beside her trying to get his breath.

She grunted in his ear as she rolled over onto her back. "That was amazing."

As Chris drifted off to sleep, Ashley lay awake,  her mind racing. She gazed up at the ceiling of her bedroom, her thoughts racing a mile a minute as she replayed the day -- the actual event Clayton and the one she'd fabricated on the spot as she'd talked to Chris. The lines blurred between truth and fiction, and how to feel about it remained uncertain.

Chris's enthusiastic response to her story left her wondering -- was he really okay with something happening between her and Clayton when he wasn't there? Was it not considered cheating as long as she shared it with him afterward? The thought excited her more than she thought it should have. She glanced at Chris, now peacefully asleep beside her. His light snores filling her ears.

She thought about the upcoming trip to Seattle. Would there be more opportunities for such encounters? Did she want to have them? And most importantly,  would Chris want to have them? These were what whirled in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.