Newlywed's New Desires Ch. 10

The Seattle skyline emerged through scattered clouds as their plane began its descent. The flight was a lot shorter than Ashley had anticipated. She was a nervous flyer and was happy to see they didn't hit any turbulence. Her mind raced with thoughts of yesterday's parking garage encounter with Clayton. She'd spun that moment into a seductive story for Chris, watching his reaction carefully, still uncertain if she should reveal the truth. His enthusiasm both thrilled and confused her. Could she really be the person he wanted her to be? Would he really not be upset?

Clayton's demeanor was equally confusing. She was sure he was going to ensure he got the seat next to her and she would be fighting him off the entire plane ride. Instead, he was seated in the row behind them and barely said two words to her. He seemed to be in work mode and not paying any attention to her. Something stirred inside her that felt a lot like jealousy, but she pushed it aside as she took Chris's hand.

Chris squeezed her hand, mistaking her thoughtful expression for anxiety about flying. He was glad she was coming on this trip with him. He knew Clayton was going to try something, and that same delirious cocktail of shame, jealousy and arousal blended in his gut. He kept playing Ashley's story back in his head asking himself if there was any way it could have actually happened. She hadn't mentioned anything before Chris told her that Clayton left the office early, so it seemed to all be part of her game; however, that didn't stop all of the blood in his body from rushing to his groin every time.

"I can't believe we're finally here," Ashley whispered, her head pressed against the window of the plane watching the ground inch closer. She'd spent the better part of the morning studying tourist guides, mapping out spots she wanted to explore with Chris. She knew Clayton had said they had a full day ahead of them, but she had spent the plane ride coming up with a plan around that.

The plane touched down with a gentle bump just after noon, with Clayton immediately taking charge. "The car's waiting," he said as they made their way off the plane. "Meeting starts at two. I'll get the driver to drop us first and then take Ashley back to the hotel." He shepherded them through the terminal barely looking up from his phone to see where he was going.

Ashley set her plan into action squeezing Chris's hand one more time as they waited at the baggage claim for their items. "Will the two of you be coming back to the hotel after the meeting? I'd hate to think you brought me all this way just to leave me behind in the room." Her eyes met Clayton's and for a slightest second she thought she saw him fluster, but he was back in business mode before she could know for sure.

"We have a busy day. Tom wants to get drinks after dinner. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you joined us."

Ashley glanced at Chris then took the three steps toward Clayton so she was pressed against his arm, her hands holding his wrist. From this angle she was pretty sure he could see down the front of her loose-fitting t-shirt. The thought sent butterflies to her stomach. "But I'll be so lonely," she whispered biting her bottom lip seductively. "Couldn't Chris come back after the board meeting? I was really hoping we'd get to see the city a little before going back."

Clayton couldn't help but smirk. He knew exactly what she was doing, and while this meeting may have been more important than anything he had planned for her, even though the entire thing was brought together by false pretenses, he couldn't help but admire the beauty in front of him. He cut his eyes away from her two lumps of soft flesh to Chris. He was watching all of this unfold without saying a word, however the way he shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet spoke volumes.

"I don't know, Ashley. We have a pretty full day planned already. After the board meeting, Tom wants to sit down to discuss some new feature requests by his team and we have to go over the cost analysis of trying to get those in. It's going to take some time."

Ashley nodded like she understood. Her tongue slid across the front of her top teeth as she considered her next move. "I know, but... it's just that Chris and I would really be appreciative if you gave us some time to explore the city. You know, reconnect." As she spoke, she let her hands move from Clayton's wrist to his chest. Her pulse quickened as she realized how hard his body was. That was a detail she'd forgotten since their last encounter.

Clayton felt his own arousal spike when Ashley placed her hands on his chest. Where exactly was this going to go? "You would, huh? And how... appreciative are we talking?"

Ashley smiled, looking back at Chris again and raising her eyebrow as if to ask if he was ok with where this was going. The strain in the front of his pants told her he was fine with it. "Oh, I think we'd be very, very appreciative. Right, baby?" Her hands slowly slid down Clayton's chest, across his abs, feeling them contract against her touch as she inched closer to his waistline.

Chris couldn't think straight. He couldn't believe Ashley was doing this in the middle of a busy airport. His mouth felt like he'd swallow sand as he desperately tried to form words. "I... um.. y... yeah, we would be. Very... a... appreciative."

Clayton's laugh turned into a groan as Ashley's fingers slid over his length with tantalizing delicacy. He held her gaze as he chewed on the side of his cheek. "I could probably handle the feature request meeting with Tom by myself. But..." He reached down, grabbing her wrist forcing her to apply more pressure to his hardening cock. "You're going to owe me, and I take my debts very seriously."

Ashley did her best to suppress a moan as she felt Clayton's racing heartbeat through the swell of his shaft. "I'm sure you won't be disappointed," she said, never breaking eye contact.

"Very well, I'll let Tom know. Perhaps, he'd like to see how appreciative you are."

This time Ashley couldn't stifle the gasp as she felt her core ignite.

"N... no," Chris injected a bit louder than he intended. "No Tom. I don't trust him."

Clayton turned his attention to Chris, releasing Ashley's hand in the process. He studied Chris for a long moment, his usual smirk gone, replaced by something darker. "Fine, but he's not going to be happy that you're blowing him off."

"I have a feeling he'll get over it," Chris said with a sudden burst of confidence.

Ashley stepped back to Chris, buzzing from both successfully manipulating Clayton and Chris's protective response.

After collecting their bags, they made their way through the bustling terminal to the waiting black SUV. The driver hurried to load their luggage while Clayton finished his calls, coordinating the day's revised schedule.

Ashley slid into the plush leather seat first, Chris settling in beside her. Clayton joined them in the rear-facing seat, his earlier businesslike demeanor softening into something more playful.

"So," Clayton started, eyes dancing with amusement, "It wasn't easy but Tom agreed it should just be the two of us going over the new requests. He did however insist that the four of us checkout some new club downtown."

Ashley's eyes lit up. "Oh, I haven't been dancing in forever. That sounds like so much fun." She nestled against Chris's side hoping he would agree with her. The earlier nervousness from the flight had completely dissipated, replaced by a familiar warmth of excitement.

"Um, yeah. Dancing could be fun," Chris said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. His mind flashed back to the company party, the way Tom's predatory eyes had followed Ashley all night, how his hands had lingered just a bit too long during their dance. Sure, Tom had respected boundaries then, but something about him didn't sit right with Chris. Yet that familiar fire stirred in his gut as he imagined Ashley on the dance floor, all eyes on her. He pulled her closer, his grip slightly possessive.

When they pulled up to Larkin's headquarters, Chris turned to Ashley. "I'll see you in a few hours," he murmured, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss. Ashley responded eagerly, her fingers threading through his hair.

"Good luck in there," she whispered against his lips.

As Chris stepped out, Clayton paused at the door. "Hey, what about my kiss? I did rearrange my whole schedule for you."

Ashley laughed, her eyes roaming Clayton's body. "Nice try. But I think you'll have to wait until you've earned it."

"Promises, promises," Clayton chuckled, following Chris into the building.

Ashley watched them disappear through the entrance, a smile on her lips. The day was already shaping up to be more interesting than she'd anticipated and she wondered if she could maintain this new sense of control she had over both men.

****

Larkin Industries' marble foyer seemed larger than he remembered as Chris noticed Tom's massive form by the security station. His throat closed up, for whatever reason, Tom's presence always put him on edge, though he couldn't quite figure out why.

"I thought we were hanging out today," Tom said, squeezing the life out of Chris's hand with his grip. "I was sad to hear you were cutting out early."

"Change of plans," Clayton cut in effortlessly. "But tonight we'll make it up to you."

Chris lost himself as they rode the elevator, presentation notes blurring before him. Far from reviewing key points, he couldn't help but envision Ashley's fingers tracing down Clayton's chest, her promises of thanks. The recollection of her openness at the airport chased blood from his head.

"BitGuardian integration has been flawless," Chris began, his voice trembling. He dropped his papers, losing his position. Sweat beaded on his forehead as board members exchanged glances. With each struggle to focus all he could think of was Ashley and how comfortable she had seemed with Clayton, which added credence to the hospital story.

Clayton moved forward. "What Chris means to say, is our distinctive network penetration abilities. Once one device is enrolled, our software can scan silently across your entire network."

"Forming an impenetrable web of security," Chris contributed, shaking off Ashley's thoughts and gaining traction. The familiar sales cadence began to flow. "Any device that joins your network automatically gets our protection measures."

"And that's just what our issue is," one board member cut in, advancing several printed-out articles. "These pieces suggest your 'silent deployment' provides unauthorized access to personal data. One even goes as far as claiming that you're stealing information."

Chris's heart was pounding. He'd seen the news stories, and heard all the rumors. But, nobody ever took any of that seriously before. Why now did these executives appear so baffled by it?

"If I may," Clayton smiled, "these allegations are hypothetical. Our track record speaks for itself. Since we started deploying BitGuardian, Larkin's security lapses have been zero. Bad actor incidents are practically nonexistent."

"But the potential abuse--" a board member began, his voice laced with uncertainty.

"Is nonexistent," Chris broke in, shocking himself at the force of voice he employed. "Our methods of encryption are impenetrable. Unauthorized access is simply not achievable. I know what the press are speculating, but our team would be unable to hack into your information even if they wanted to. We have white papers that explain our zero-knowledge stance."

"Written by your own people," the board member cut in, displeased with Chris's attitude. "If there is nothing to worry about, why not open source it, or have a third party audit it?"

Chris's heart rate accelerated. He had a valid point. They could have a third party audit conducted and put all the accusations to bed, but Clayton was continually stalling, why? "Have we not been proceeding in good faith since we established this arrangement? We fully intend having the code audited there've merely been competing schedules. Such as, flying out to our clients and reassuring their minds." The remark hurt more than Chris would have liked, and he donned his best friendly smile in a bid to mellow the barb. "These articles? They're nothing but rival propaganda. If there were even a hint of scandal, the authorities would be all over it in an instant. right, Clayton?"

The false claim was sour in the mouth, yet Chris kept his stare resolute mimicking Clayton's unshakeable confidence. Together, they radiated a bubble of invincible protection that even the skeptics dared not pierce.

Clayton smiled wider as he watched the board members share sheepish glances. They were embarrassed, like having just asked someone's salary at a dinner party. "Not a word. But we'll try a bit harder to get an audit arranged to put your mind at rest," he promised with a smile.

Reluctantly, the board members nodded. "All right," one of them finally spoke, "we appreciate both of you coming in today. Thank you for easing our minds."

In the hallway outside the boardroom, Chris's sense of triumph eased as he overheard Tom's low, angry whisper to Clayton. "This wasn't what we agreed on. Get him out of here and--"

"Later," Clayton cut in, looking at Chris with a grin. "You actually delivered in there. That nervous start had me doubting." He tightened his grip on Chris's shoulder. "But we were a great team after you got warmed up. I was impressed."

Chris couldn't tell if Clayton was complimenting or criticizing him, but before he could determine that, Clayton continued.

"Head back to Ashley. We've got this in hand. We'll see the two of you in a bit."

Tom's frown softened into something that came close to a smile. "Well done in there. Always a pleasure getting to observe your work." He pumped Chris's hand before adding, "Tell Ashley I'm looking forward to dancing later."

Chris's stomach churned as he watched them withdraw into a conference room. Why did Tom's fascination with Ashley feel so threatening even after all that with Clayton? But as he flagged his ride back to the hotel, thoughts of Ashley drove away his fears. She was waiting for him, and they had an afternoon of discovery awaiting them, perhaps in more than one way.

****

Chris's key card softly clicked as he swung open the hotel room, his mind still whirling with questions about the board meeting. The sound of the water running and Ashley humming filled the bathroom, drawing an automatic smile out of him.

"How'd it go?" Ashley asked as she heard him open the room, her voice echoing off of tile.

"Good as can be," he said, unfastening his tie and dropping down onto the end of the bed. "Though there was something odd with Tom and Clayton."

The water cut off, and Ashley came out wrapped in a pink plush hotel robe, her hair wet around the shoulders. "Odd how?" She fussed over her makeup bag, but Chris saw her glance up at him in the reflection in the mirror.

"Just... tense. Like they had something else planned." He watched her apply mascara, impressed that she could look so beautiful so effortlessly. "I don't know, maybe Tom just got under my skin."

"You don't like him, do you?" Ashley asked, turning to look at her husband.

"There's just something about him I don't trust. I don't know how to put my finger on it."

"And you're sure it's not because the way he looks at me?" Ashley smiled smugly as she read Chris's body language.

Chris fidgeted uncomfortably. "That's. part of it. The fact that he never quits asking about you. The fact that he stared at you during the company party." He trailed off, his mind racing back to those moments.

"Like the way Clayton looks at me?" Ashley teased, but there was a strand of actual interest in her tone as she watched the front of Chris's pants bulge with his erection.

"That's different," Chris said quickly, then hesitated. "With Clayton, it's... controlled. Tom is hazardous."

"Nothing about Clayton is controlled, but I see what you mean." Ashley smiled, giving Chris one last knowing look before facing the mirror to finish her makeup.

Chris watched Ashley mechanically add the top coat of mascara to her eyes, filling them with a smoky sheen. "About this morning, at the airport."

Ashley's hand suspended mid-stroke, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. "Was it too much?"

A thread of vulnerability crept into her voice, at odds with the assurance she'd shown earlier.

"No," Chris said quickly, then corrected himself, "Maybe... I don't know. You just... surprised me. You seemed... familiar with him."

Ashley spun around to confront him, chewing on her lower lip. "I surprised myself," she confessed. "I just... I wanted to feel in control for once. After everything that's happened, it was such a rush feeling like I finally outsmarted him."

Chris watched her more closely as she fought into a snug pair of blue jeans, hopping up and down and shimmying to slip them over her hips. "You were amazing," he whispered. "Watching you take charge like that."

"But?" she prodded, catching the doubt in his voice as she fought into a snug t-shirt showing only a glimpse of her abundant cleavage.

"But nothing. I just want to be sure you're not doing too much for me. We can stop here if you're not comfortable."

Ashley stood up and laid her head on his shoulder as their fingers intertwined. "Did I look uncomfortable?" she inquired, smiling. Before he could answer, she continued. "How about we table the big questions for now? Give me something touristy and remind me why I loved you to begin with?"

An hour later, they waited in line for the Space Needle. Ashley bounced on her toes as the afternoon sun fell below the Seattle horizon. the wind picked up giving a faint scent of ocean and coffee. The observation deck glowed amber in the dissipating light, casting a staggering view of the city below.

"I just can't believe we're actually here," Ashley smiled, snapping photos with her phone. She stood rigid over the camera as Clayton's text message lit up her screen: "Can't wait for tonight. Dress in something that moves." She stuffed it aside hastily, but not before Chris caught the flash of color in her cheeks.

"You Okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind, noticing her studying her phone screen.

Ashley rolled over in his arms, waving her phone. "Clayton just messaged. Said to dress light tonight." She saw the look on Chris's face and how he hesitated over breathing. "Should I let him know I already have something in mind?"

Chris's mind reeled. When did they start texting one another regularly? Were they texting since that night at home? His stomach knotted in familiar conflicting emotions, the angst quickly slipping away from him. "What... what else does he text you about?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ashley teased, but seeing the expression of skepticism pass over Chris's face, she relaxed. "Usually just things like this, outfit ideas. Nothing terribly interesting at all." She rested against him, her lips in his ear. "Though sometimes he does try to get... creative." She continued to watch him, afraid that she had gone too far. "I can tell him to stop, if you'd like."

The door closed in, forcing them apart. In the elevator full of people, Chris pushed Ashley against him and talked softly. "That thing you felt at the airport. That's kinda how I feel. Seeing you with him." He paused and swallowed heavily. "Fantasizing about you texting him."

Ashley watched his face as the elevator ascended, observing the combination of need and exposure in his eyes. Her hands dropped to his hips as she leaned in closer. "You're a complex man, Christopher." Her fingers tracing sensually along his belt. "But I believe I am beginning to understand the charm. Even if I believe you are mad for bringing us down this road."

The elevator doors swung open to the observation deck. Ashley walked to the railing and felt Chris behind her.

"The parking garage," he started, his warm breath on her neck. "Did that really happen?"

Ashley bit down on her lip, considering the question. Cars crawled like bugs on the roadways below them, every one of them containing people living their own ordinary lives. How many of them had secrets like this one, she wondered? How many had a secret life?

"Did you want it to be real?" At her back, she could feel the wind tearing at her hair.

Chris's mouth went dry as he tried to get a sense of how to react. Ashley rocked her butt against him.

"See, I think you don't really want to know," she said, slowly turning her hips. "I think part of the excitement we were talking about is the unknown. Do you really care if it was real or not as long as you get to hear every dirty detail?"

Chris closed his eyes, the sensation of Ashley grinding against his growing erection blurred realities and fantasies of Ashley and Clayton together. "Don't start that again, Chris.".

"It's the thrill of doing something naughty, isn't it? Of seeing me, or hearing about me doing things I would never do, under ordinary conditions. Isn't that what you told me? It's about me just... letting go?"

Ashley could feel Chris mutter softly behind her as her hips quickened. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you? Me and Clayton? Or maybe, you're thinking about me and the janitor?"

"Fuck, Ash. You need to stop."

"Or maybe..."

Ashley nipped his ear closing her eyes letting fantasy take over. "Maybe it's Tom?"

Chris's grip around her waist tightened as his breathing grew ragged. She could feel his cock jerk and if she didn't know better, she'd have thought he came. "We have to go... Now." His voice was strained, desperate.

Ashley turned over in his arms, taking in his reddened face and blackened eyes. "Already?" she teased, even though she could tell how turned on he was. "But the view is so pretty."

"Ashley..." The pleading in his voice made her quiver.

She smiled warmly, grasping his hand. "Alright, but at least let's get a drink somewhere first. All this excitement really parched me." She brushed a quick kiss on his lips before pushing open the door to the elevator.

In the elevator on its way down, Ashley curled into Chris, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. His heart thudded against his shirt as his mind reeled, replaying what had just happened. He'd always believed Ashley could read him like a book, but how she'd ripped him apart just a few moments earlier in the middle of all those tourists. It left him both exposed and burning. She wasn't simply embracing this new adventurous self, but she was uncovering new depths to it he didn't even know existed. When the doors swung open to the ground floor, he moved her closer, inhaling the familiar scent. He could not wait to discover what else she had in store for him.

****

The bar down the street from the Space Needle was cozy,  a few locals sitting outside on the patio in the cool air. Ashley ushered Chris inside,  sliding into a corner booth while Chris ordered their drinks.

"I'm glad we got to spend some time together," Chris said, returning with two local craft beers. "As much as I love this new adventurous side of us, it's nice to still have these moments too."

A warmth fell over Ashley as she smiled and took a sip. "I couldn't agree more. This feels like the first chance we've gotten to really spend quality time together since your job took off." She traced the rim of her glass lost in thought. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course, anything."

"I feel a bit out of my depth today. I'm not used to being this... forward. Every time I do something, I worry I'm going to go too far and you'll be serving me divorce papers."

Chris reached across the table, taking her hand. "That would never happen. Everything that has happened so far has been nothing short of sexy. I love getting to experience this side of you." He took a long drink from his glass studying Ashley's reaction. She didn't seem to be buying what he was selling. "Maybe we should have a safe word?"

"Oh?" Ashley's eyebrows shot up, a playful smirk forming. "Planning on tying me up and spanking me?"

Chris's mind briefly wandered to that possibility. Would that be something she was into? Focusing on the conversation, he cleared his throat. "No, I mean... just something to ensure we're both always comfortable. If either of us says it, everything stops. No more Clayton, no more stories. The nuclear option."

Ashley nodded slowly, considering. "That's... actually really smart." She squeezed his hand. "What should it be?"

They bounced around ideas until Ashley's face lit up. "Bayberry."

"What?"

"The street name from our first apartment," she explained, grinning. "Remember that awful place?"

"With the leaky faucet?" Chris chuckled. "And that stray cat that kept breaking in?"

"Hey, Socks was not a stray. He chose us," Ashley defended. "Best decision we ever made, adopting him."

"You mean best decision you ever made for us," Chris corrected, earning a playful kick under the table. "I need to use the restroom," he said, laughing. He squeezed her hand as he stood up. "Order us another round before we head out?"

Ashley nodded and headed to the bar.  A few minutes later,  Chris emerged and stopped short. A tall stranger in a well-cut suit had taken his place beside Ashley. Chris's pulse quickened as he watched her throw her head back laughing, her hand resting on the man's forearm.

She caught Chris's eye across the room, a mischievous grin on her face. Instead of pulling away, she leaned closer to the stranger, her fingers tightening on his bicep. The man exuded confidence in his stance, in the way he smiled down at Ashley.

Chris found himself rooted to the spot, that familiar cocktail of jealousy and arousal brewing in his gut. Ashley's hand moved to the stranger's chest then his abs, and Chris could see her lips moving near his ear. Whatever she said made the man's eyes go wide before he hurried toward the restroom.

"I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I. Where's my drink?" Chris said, sliding back beside her.

Ashley's eyes danced with amusement. "Sorry, got... distracted." She bit her lower lip as she looked Chris in the eyes. "He wanted me to go up to his room." Her hand found Chris's chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat. "My my, someone's excited. Does it turn you on? The thought of me going to a stranger's room?"

Chris swallowed hard, shame coloring his cheeks. "It... yes," he admitted. "But it also makes me want to punch something."

"Interesting," Ashley purred, clearly filing that information away. "Want to know why he ran off so quickly?"

"Do I?"

Ashley leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I told him if he really wanted me, he should go to the bathroom and bring me his underwear as proof."

Chris barked out a surprised laugh, tension breaking. "You didn't."

"I did." Ashley grabbed her purse, standing quickly. "Now let's get out of here before he comes back with them!"

As they made their way to the door Chris stopped and turned to look at her. "Why didn't you take him up on his offer? Were you worried about how I would act?"

Ashley laughed, running her hand playfully along the front of Chris's pants. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I know exactly how you would act." She kissed his cheek gently looking him in the eyes. "Because I'm not going to sleep with every random guy who shows interest, just because my husband developed a freaky side." She leaned in closer, pulling Chris into her. "They still need to work for it." Chris sucked in air, his mouth hanging open as he wrestled with the implications of her response.

They hurried out into the cooling evening air, Ashley's laughter fading into the sounds of the busy city street. Chris caught her around the waist, pulling her close.

"You're the love of my life, you know that?" he murmured against her hair.

"I better be," she countered, then checked her phone. "Speaking of, we need to hurry back to the room to change. It's almost time to meet up with Clayton and Tom."

Chris's grip tightened slightly. "I'm serious about Tom. I don't like him."

"I know." Ashley turned in his arms. "But yet..." She pressed her palm against his steel erection. "You're full of contradictions. Now let's get changed." She kissed him softly before flagging down a cab.

****

Chris watched Ashley fidget with the hem of her short dress as the Uber pulled up to the club, the pulsing bass making the car shake as they pulled up to the curb. The text from Clayton replayed in his head as he watched her put on the short black dress that hung a little higher above her knees than usual. He couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing it because of that text.

Chris felt underdressed as he fixed the collar of his navy blue polo while trying not to stare too hard at the low neckline of Ashley's dress. As they stepped out of the car a cool breeze swept over them leaving Chris feeling chilled. He almost asked Ashley if she just wanted to head back to the hotel as he eyed the never-ending line to get into the club.

"Chris! Ashley!" Clayton's voice cut through the ambient chatter. Chris saw him standing near the entrance with Tom, both impeccably dressed in tailored suits as the soft red glow of the club lights seemed to pulsate around them. Clayton's confident wave caught the bouncer's attention as they approached.

Tom's eyes lingered on Ashley as they drew closer, tracking the way her dress moved with each step. "You look stunning," he said, his voice carrying that hint of suggestion that made Chris clench his jaw. The street lights caught the silver at Tom's temples, lending him an air of distinguished authority that Ashley seemed to like. Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, her eyes briefly meeting Chris's with that knowing look they'd perfected throughout the day - part excitement, part permission-seeking.

Clayton's eyes swept over Chris's clothes, a smirk forming on his lips. "Going for a more... relaxed look tonight, I see." The comment drew a small giggle from Ashley before she caught herself, running a reassuring hand through Chris's hair.

"I think he looks sexy," she said, her fingers trailing down his neck. "Besides, not everyone needs a fancy suit to command attention." The double meaning in her words wasn't lost on any of them.

"The VIP section's this way," Tom announced, guiding them past the waiting crowd. His hand found the small of Ashley's back as they entered, the gesture casual but deliberate. The heat of his palm seemed to burn through the silk of her dress.

The bass pulsed through the club as Ashley commanded attention on the dance floor, her flowing black dress catching light with each movement. Chris watched from the VIP booth as he nursed his second whiskey, pride tinged with possessiveness washing over him as men gravitated toward her. She'd cast glances his way between partners, maintaining their connection even as she teased and flirted. Her newfound confidence both thrilled and unnerved him - a complexity he was still learning to embrace.

The buzzing of Tom's phone caused Chris to shift his focus. He had hung back at the table with Chris talking about the Seahawks chances this year and other forced conversations while Clayton was in the men's room. Tom's jaw tightened as he answered the vibrating phone, stepping away from their table. Chris strained to hear clipped pieces of the conversation through the music. "I told you, the bullying needs to stop." The next few words were lost to the pounding of the bass, followed by, "We'll talk about next week when I get home, son." His voice carried an aggressiveness that made Chris uncomfortable. "If I hear about you picking on him again this week, there will be severe consequences. No, we'll discuss your punishment when I get home."

Chris watched Tom's retreating form, noting how his entire demeanor shifted during the call. Gone was the smooth businessman, replaced by something harder, colder. The threat in his voice when he said "consequences" made Chris's skin crawl. *Who the hell talks to their kid like that?*

Chris's phone lit up - Katie's name flashing on the screen. "I need to take this," he said even though he doubted Tom could hear him. He caught Ashley's eye and held up his phone. She nodded, already swaying to the beat.

He made his way toward the exit. He needed to get outside so he could actually hear her. As he navigated the crowd he spotted Clayton returning from the restroom. His confident stride carried him straight back to Ashley, his hands finding her hips with a familiarity that made Chris's stomach churn. Tom appeared moments later standing in front of Ashley, completing their triangle on the dance floor before Chris lost sight of them in the crowd.

"Katie? Everything okay?" Chris stepped into the cool night air, his mind already drifting back inside. What were they doing? Would Tom take liberties now with Chris out of the way? The questions tormented him as Katie's voice became distant background noise.

"... and the encryption protocols seem to be..." Katie's words blurred together as Chris imagined Clayton's hands on Ashley's hips, Tom pressed against her thigh. His grip tightened on the phone.

"Chris? Are you even listening?" Katie's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Sorry, what was that about the protocols?" He forced himself to focus, though his pulse raced with scenarios playing out in his head.

"I'm trying to help Steve write up his contract, but there are questions about our encryption protocols I've never seen before. Can you just... never mind, I'll figure it out myself."

After ending the call, panic seized him as he reentered the club. The dance floor was a sea of moving bodies, but Ashley, Clayton, and Tom were nowhere in sight. His eyes frantically scanned the crowd until he spotted them in a dark corner booth.

Tom sat impossibly close to Ashley, his lips grazing her ear or neck - Chris couldn't tell which from this distance. Clayton leaned in from her other side, equally intimate. Both men seemed to have their hand under the table, but from his vantage point Chris couldn't be sure. Ashley's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed even in the dim light.

Chris rushed over to them, nearly tripping over the bouncer who stood just outside the roped off area. As he approached the table, his emotions a storm of jealousy, arousal and concern. Both men straightened up as he neared, though neither moved away completely.

"Everything alright?" Clayton asked smoothly, as if nothing was amiss.

"Just Katie calling with some security protocol questions," Chris managed, his eyes fixed on Ashley's disheveled appearance. "It's getting late though. I'm beat. Are you ready to head out?" Ashley saw the look of concern in his eyes but also the lust burning even deeper behind them. She bit her lip as she started to stand.

Tom stood as well and before Ashley had a chance to respond he grabbed her hand. "Mind if I steal another dance?"

"Actually-" Chris started, but Ashley was already following Tom to the dance floor, casting a seductive glance over her shoulder.

Clayton stood up from his spot beside Chris, leaning close to speak in his ear over the music. "Tom seems to be enjoying himself." His voice carried that familiar mocking tone as they watched Tom's hands settle on Ashley's hips, his fingers sliding over the front of her thighs.

Ashley's eyes found Chris across the dance floor, she smiled as she pressed back against Tom, her dress riding dangerously high as his fingers splayed across her thighs. Tom's lips found her neck, and Chris watched her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting slightly.

The bass pulsed through Chris's body as he watched them move together, Tom's hands growing bolder with each beat. Ashley's fingers tangled in Tom's hair as he whispered something in her ear, making her laugh and grind harder against him.

"During our meeting today," Clayton's voice cut through Chris's trance, "Tom mentioned pushing the board to approve BitGuardian's European expansion." He paused, watching Tom's hands slide just inside Ashley's thigh. "He thinks Ashley could be quite... persuasive in helping that along. He suggested bringing her along."

Something in Clayton's words sliced through the fog of arousal. The implication turned Chris's stomach.

"No." Chris's voice was firm, surprising even himself. "I told you before, Ashley isn't a bargaining chip. I don't trust Tom and I don't want her spending any more time with him." He turned to lock eyes with Clayton, noting the surprised look on his face. "Unless you're planning to buy me out, all this stuff with Tom and Ashley stops now." He turned to leave before considering something and turning back to Clayton. "It sure as hell just sounded like you were trying to pimp my wife out for this deal. If you ever try that shit again you won't be seeing any more of her either."

Clayton stepped back slightly, genuine surprise flickering across his features at Chris's sudden backbone. For once, his usual smirk faltered. "It isn't like that. I just meant..."

Chris shook his head and turned his back to Clayton, walking onto the dance floor to Ashley. His heart was racing, his fingers clutched into tight fists ready to punch Tom if needed. He inserted himself between Ashley and Tom, his hand finding her waist possessively. "We're leaving." The conviction in his voice brooked no argument.

Ashley's teasing expression shifted as she registered his serious tone. She nodded, allowing Chris to guide her away from Tom's reach.

"Looking forward to our next meeting," Tom called after them, but Chris didn't turn around.

****

Ashley giggled drunkenly as she fell into the back of the car. She knew Chris was upset, but he had told her jealousy was part of what made all of this fun for him, so she had a feeling he would calm down once they started driving. The Uber driver, a college kid with a Mariners cap sitting low on his head, gave them a soft hello as they slammed the door of the Corolla. His eyes never seemed to leave the rearview mirror as the sound of the club faded in the background, his gaze locked on Ashley's low-cut dress.

"I had fun tonight," Ashley whispered laying her head on Chris's shoulder and her hand on his thigh.

Chris took a couple of deep breaths, closing his eyes and trying to lower his heart rate. He was thankful to no longer have to deal Clayton or Tom. He just wanted to get back to his room, to get out of these clothes and to make love to his wife. Ashley's soft kisses on his neck made him stir and despite wanting to be upset, the anger was melting away with each soft press of her lips.

"You know, seeing how possessive you when he pulled me from the dance floor was so fucking hot." She let her tongue roll over his neck biting softly on it causing Chris to hiss. "I've never had anyone fighting over me before." She gave his thigh a soft squeeze her fingers already registering how taut his pants were. The sudden slamming of the brakes made both Ashley and Chris fly forward in their seat, their seatbelts the only thing keeping them from flying into the front.

"Shit, sorry," the driver murmured his front bumper inches from the car in front of him. Ashley and Chris locked eyes with each other in the rearview mirror, as Ashley raised an eyebrow. Sitting back in her seat Ashley saw the driver's eyes again fall to her chest as she slid her hand from Chris's thigh to pulsing erection.

"Ash..."

"Don't you want to hear about what happened while you were outside on the phone?" Ashley's voice was dripping with desire as she slowly worked down the zipper of Chris's pants snaking her fingers inside them.

Chris wanted to tell her to stop, remind her that Tom was off limits, but as her hand wrapped around his bare cock the words got lost in his throat.

"Mmm already so hard, baby. What are you thinking about?" She gave his shaft a slow deliberate pump as her tongue slid across his ear. "Do you think he was this hard? This big?" Her strokes got faster as Chris bit down on his bottom lip his hips gently raising off the seat with each stroke.

"You were gone for so long, and I was getting so horny. It didn't take much encouragement for what happened next." Ashley pulled Chris's dick free from his pants her eyes catching the driver's in the rearview mirror before she lowered her head to Chris's lap.

"Fuuuuck. I told you, not Tom," Chris choked out as he felt Ashley's warm breath on his shaft.

"Mmm, I don't know if I've ever seen you this hard," she teased as her tongue slowly circled his engorged crown.

"Aaaahhh," Chris brought his hands to her head. He had meant to pull her away, but as the soft walls of her mouth closed around him he found himself gripping her hair, forcing her deeper onto his cock.

"He... hey, I don't want a mess in my car," the driver's voice rang from the front of the car and Chris felt Ashley slowly pull off his spear with a loud pop, replacing it with her hand. He groaned in frustration realizing how badly he needed a release.

Ashley locked eyes with the driver through the mirror, running her tongue across her lips as if to savor the taste of Chris. "Don't worry there won't be a mess. I plan to swallow every last drop." She felt Chris pulse in her hand as she said the words.

"I... still, it's against company policy," the driver stuttered intimidated by the woman in the back seat.

Ashley smirked, a look that looked to close to the one Clayton often gave, as she continued to lock eyes with the driver. "Aren't rules made to be broken?" She asked with a smile.

Chris wasn't sure if she was talking to him or the driver. Before he could work it out, she continued. "It can be our little secret. You won't tell anyone, right?" As she spoke as slowly pulled the straps of her dress down her arms. She had to suppress a laugh as the driver's eyes nearly popped out of his head as her large chest bounced free.

"Holy shit" the driver and Chris seemed to say in unison causing a rush of confidence to wash over Ashley.

Having the driver seemingly subdued she focused back on Chris, lowering her head back to his lap. "Now where was I... Oh yeah, Tom's big cock. Mmmm," She moaned taking half of Chris's length back in her mouth.

The anger Chris felt earlier was back as he imagined Ashley wrapping her lips around his dick. He wrapped his fists in her hair thrusting with a forcefulness he'd never used before with her as his dick hit the back of her throat making her gag. Ashley tried to come up for air, but Chris wouldn't allow it he continued to hammer into her, all his frustrations from the night being taken out on her. He felt her palms pressing against his thighs, heard the gurgling noises coming from her mouth, and in his mind, saw Tom and Clayton using her like a cheap whore.

"Holy shit, dude," the driver's voice caused him to open his eyes, breaking the spell he was under and releasing his grip on Ashley's head.

She shot up spitting and gasping for her. Her mascara was running down her face, mixing with tears. "Fuck, you really don't like him, do you?" That same seductive glint was still in her eyes despite the tears. Chris was ready to apologize, to say he didn't mean to get so rough and out of hand, but the look in her eye told him she loved every second of it.

"Do you mind holding this for me," Ashley said locking eyes with the driver once more as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She made a show of lowering it from her shoulders, slowly easing the cups away from her chest. Her quarter-sized areolas, flushed and taut with anticipation, framed her hardened nipples that stood proudly against her soft, bare skin, rising and falling with each shallow breath. A shiver of excitement ran through her as she let the fabric fall away, fully aware of how his gaze lingered, drinking in every inch of her as she passed it up to him.

Ashley pushed away from the seat, using the headrest of the passenger seat to balance as she squeezed her body between Chris's legs and seat in front of him.

"How long do you think you were outside on that call?" Ashley asked slipping back into character as she ran her fingers over her chest smashing her breasts together. "Do you think it was long enough for Tom to have me like this?" She held eye contact with Chris as she flattened her tongue and ran it over the underside of his shaft. Her tongue swirled around each ball sucking it gently into her mouth before making her way back up. She heard him moan and watched as his eyes fell shut. Then with a wicked smile, she pinned his slobbery meat between her breasts, fucking him with her chest and taking his head into her mouth. She felt the car swerve, probably from the driver straining to see the action in the back seat.

Chris moaned in delight as he felt the soft flesh of Ashley's chest against his cock. They'd never done this before and he was amazed at just how good it felt. With each thrust he would lift his hips further off the seat determined to get more of his cock past her chest and into her waiting mouth.

Ashley mauled her chest as she felt Chris drive into her face. She felt so powerful, so in control. Between the way Chris was acting and the taboo nature of the driver watching her she wondered if she would be able to make herself cum with just touching her chest. Her fingers rolled over her nipples as Chris pushed more of his meat into eager mouth, her tongue swirling it as he did. She barely registered the car pulling over. The thought of it completely forgotten as she felt Chris begin to twitch.

"Fuck, Ash. Don't stop. I'm so close." Chris's hips began to pump at a fevered pace as his mouth hung open. Not even the dome light coming on overhead or the soft sound of the door opening could break him from the moment. With one final thrust he tilted his hips toward Ashley's waiting mouth and exploded with a huff.

Ashley moaned in delight as she felt Chris's cock expand in her throat. His warm seed coated her throat as she did her best to keep her word and swallow every drop of it. Once she felt Chris's hips drop and a long satisfied sigh leave his mouth, she took one final lick before slowly slipping his deflating member from her mouth.

Momentary confusion ran through Ashley as she opened her eyes and saw light filling the car. Even more so as she felt the cool air race across her exposed skin. Turning her head she saw the rear driver side door open, their driver halfway into the back seat before she noticed him. She raised her eyebrow as him as he stood with one leg in the car and one out.

"I... um... we're here. I just thought..."

Pushing herself up using Chris's thigh for support, Ashley pulled the straps of her dress back up over her shoulders. "Sorry, big boy. The show's over, but you can keep that as a tip," Ashley said with a grin as she nodded toward her bra in the front seat. She then reached up with her left hand and opened Chris's door, crawling out into the night as Chris zipped himself back up.

****

Ashley danced into their hotel room, still buzzed from both alcohol and adrenaline. "That was incredible," she laughed, kicking off her heels. "That poor Uber driver is going to remember this night for the rest of his life..." She reached behind her neck for her dress zipper, but Chris's serious expression made her pause.

"What really happened while I was outside?" His voice was low, controlled. Now that his head was clear and his release over, all he felt was the jealousy and the anger.

"Oh, you want to hear more details?" Ashley teased, but as she spun around and saw Chris's expression she knew this was serious. The playful energy drained from her face as she recognized his genuine concern. "Chris?"

"At the table," he said, his jaw tight as his hands fidgeted at his sides. "Their hands were under the table. I saw how flushed you were."

Ashley crossed the room to him, placing her hands on his chest. "Nothing happened," she said calmly, pressing a reassuring kiss on his cheek. "We were dancing, maybe a bit more suggestively than you'd like, but that's all."

"But at the table-"

Ashley pressed her fingers to his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes. "They were being handsy, yes. But nothing inappropriate happened. I wouldn't let it." She kissed him softly. "I promise."

The tension in Chris's shoulders eased slightly. "I just... when I saw Tom with you..."

"I know," Ashley said quietly. "You don't like him." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "But there's a part of it, that makes it all even hotter right? The forbidden fruit."

Chris chewed on his lip, he didn't want to admit that she was right. Ashley saw the hesitation in his eyes and pulled him closer. "This only works if we trust each other completely. I understand Tom is off limits, but unless you say something, the thrill of the forbidden nature of it is too tempting."

Chris wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. The familiar scent of her shampoo calmed him, reminding him of all their years together, all the trust they'd built.

"I trust you," he whispered. "It's them I don't trust."

She kissed her neck softly. "Then trust that I understand the boundaries, and that sometimes I press those boundaries to get more of a rise out of you. But I know they are there."

Chris let out a long sigh, the tension in his shoulders evaporating as his kissed Ashley softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now, help me out of this dress. I need you inside me," she whispered seductively as she rubbed against Chris's body.

Chris's fingers reached the zipper on her dress and slowly slid it down as their mouths came together. The kiss continued,  Ashley still the instigator from dancing and the ride back to being hot under the collar, but she shivered when the dress hit the floor revealing her in black silk panties only.

"You're so fucking sexy," Chris murmured against her neck, his hands sliding across her skin as if he was trying to carve it into memory. "I can't believe you did that in that car. The look in that kid's eyes..." They stumbled toward the bed, wrapped in each other's embrace.

Ashley moaned in his mouth as she sat on top of him,  knees digging into the sides of him as she sat up. "I wonder what he would have done if you had lasted just a little bit longer. I mean, he was pretty much in the backseat by the time that I saw him."

Chris sucked in air as his penis came back to life. "I don't know, but he sure couldn't take his eyes off these," he exclaimed laughing as he placed his hand over Ashley's breast. She let out a soft moan her hips rolling into him.

A sharp knock on the door brought them to an abrupt halt.

"Ignore it," Chris whispered, leaning up and taking her nipple into his mouth. Ashley moaned in delight rotating her hips as she ground against his growing member as a second louder knock beat against the door.

"They are going to wake up the entire floor," Ashley breathed between moans,  but her hands continued to explore Chris's chest.

The third was a pound,  unmistakable. Ashley pulled away with an exasperated breath. "I'll get it."

"Like that?" Chris gestured to her state of undress.

Ashley's eyes dropped to her own form and she shrugged, grabbing a hotel robe. "Nothing a couple others haven't already seen today," she teased,  cinching the belt awkwardly.

She padded across to the door, expecting room service or a lost traveler. Instead, her intake of breath echoed out the quiet room as she opened the door a fraction and saw Clayton staring back at her.

Clayton stood in the doorway, his suit from the club replaced with pajama pants and a t-shirt. That familiar smirk playing on his lips. "I trust you had a nice afternoon?" His voice carried that smooth confidence that always seemed to unsettle them both. He entered without waiting for invitation.

"We thought you were done for the night," Ashley said, trying to maintain her earlier confidence. But something in Clayton's eyes made her voice waver.

"Did you?" Clayton circled her slowly, like a predator sizing up prey. "After everything you promised at the airport?" His fingers traced her shoulder, barely touching. "After that little show at the club?"

Ashley's earlier confidence wavered as Clayton's carefully chosen words brought back flashes of the day - his quiet observation at the airport, his calculated advances at the club.

"I was just..." Her voice trailed off as his hands found the tie of her robe. She glanced at Chris, seeing her own uncertainty reflected in his eyes.

The robe had slipped open,  floating down off her shoulders as Clayton drew near, his presence clouding around her senses. Her earlier brashness was a far-off recollection, a game she'd been allowed to play.

Ashley turned full circle to face Chris, her body trembling a little as she searched for reassurance in him. "Chris, what do you think." The words caught in her throat as Clayton's lips grazed her neck,  and a shiver of electricity streaked down her body. Her gaze never left Chris, trying to sense his response.

"Don't ask him," Clayton murmured against her skin, his hands sliding the robe from her shoulders. "You didn't seem concerned about Chris's permission when you were teasing me at the airport." The fabric pooled at her feet as his words hit their mark. "Or during your little performance in the club." His hands slid around her exposed waist, his fingers pressing into her tight skin as he pulled her against his manhood. Each point landed like a calculated blow to her confidence. "Why start asking now?"

Chris sat frozen on the bed, watching Ashley's expression shift from uncertainty to desire. Her earlier displays of control now felt like moves in a game she hadn't even known she was playing. The woman who had boldly manipulated situations all day seemed to fade away with each of Clayton's carefully chosen words and expert touches.

"And you," Clayton directed at Chris, his lips never leaving Ashley's neck. "Your little outburst at the club was very disrespectful." His hands slid up Ashley's ribs slowly, drawing soft gasps from her lips. "You seem to forget who you're talking to."

Ashley's eyes fluttered between open and closed, her body betraying her as Clayton's experienced touch played her like an instrument. Each caress seemed calculated not just for her pleasure, but for Chris's torment. Her body was on fire, and despite wanting to come to Chris's aid all she could do was melt into Clayton's touch.

"Did you think," Clayton continued, his voice carrying that dangerous edge, "your newfound confidence as it pertains to work changed anything?" His fingers ghosted along Ashley's curves, drawing goosebumps across her skin. "We might be closer to equals in the office now, but here..." He punctuated his point by running his fingers back down Ashley's body. pressing his fingers against the wet fabric of Ashley's thong. She arched back against him with a deep moan. "Here, you know exactly where you stand."

Chris's jaw clenched as he watched Ashley respond, her body betraying how deeply Clayton's touch affected her. He hated the way Clayton was talking to him, how Ashley was responding to him, how his cock was so hard it hurt.

"I take my debts very seriously, Ashley," Clayton's voice dropped lower, his free hand tangling in her hair as the other continued to rub her soaked panties. "And I always collect what I'm owed." With subtle pressure, he guided her downward.

Ashley bent down to the floor, her earlier confidence completely shattered She adjusted herself to face him again her hands already making their way to his waistline without being told to.

"There we go," Clayton smiled, his eyes meeting Chris's. "This is more appropriate,  don't you think? A reminder of just how things actually work between us." His fingers stroked Ashley's jaw as he spoke,  pressing hard enough that she opened her lips and let his thumb slide over her tongue.

Chris felt his body respond traitorously to the scene before him. Despite his earlier show of strength at the club, he knew deep down this was inevitable. Clayton had always been in control, and some part of Chris had always wanted this - needed this. His growing arousal, and Ashley's growing submission, betrayed how right Clayton was.

Ashley's fingers worked quickly, tugging his pants down just enough to free his already hard cock. She looked up at him, biting her lip as the giant piece of meat sprung free.

Clayton smirked, gripping her hair tighter, guiding her mouth to him. "You missed it didn't you? You've been thinking about my cock all day." He controlled her head as her tongue snaked across his shaft. He made a show of it, pressing the heavy piece of flesh against her cheeks and around her nose before tilting his hips and sinking between her lips.

Chris watched, his heart pounding in his chest as Ashley took Clayton into her mouth. He saw the way she wrapped around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she began to suck. A mix of jealousy and arousal surged through him, his own cock throbbing at the sight. He hated how much this turned him on, how much he wanted to see Ashley pleasing Clayton. With trembling fingers he began to work on the button of his own pants desperate to free his painful erection.

"Good girl," Clayton murmured, his grip on her hair tightening as he controlled her pace. His eyes never left Chris's, the smirk on his face a clear sign of his victory. "See, Chris? This is how she should be. Obedient. Eager to please. She may think she wants to be in control, but in reality she just wants to be treated like a slut." He pushed his hips forward as Ashley tried her best to accommodate more of him. "Isn't that right, Ashley? You enjoy being my cock sucking whore, don't you?"

"Mmmpfh " was the only sound to come from Ashley's mouth as she placed her hands on Clayton's thighs and continued to coat his cock with her saliva. With each thrust of his hips, each word that he spoke, she found her body aching with a need for release.

Chris couldn't take his eyes off them as he shed the last of his clothes. He saw how Ashley's body responded, her nipples hardening, her hips squirming as she knelt before Clayton. He knew she was turned on, that she wanted this. And despite his jealousy, he wanted it too. He wanted to see her submit, to see her taken.

Clayton pulled Ashley off his cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "On the bed," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Ashley complied, licking his lips as his cock sprung from from her lips. She crawled onto the bed, her ass wiggling in the air, her eyes on Chris. The first thing she noticed as she crawled between his legs, was just how hard he was. Despite having cum less than an hour ago, his erection was already at full strength. The second thing she noticed, was the look of pure lust in his eyes. She didn't need to worry about going too far. He wanted this just as bad as she did.

Clayton took his position behind her, his hands gripping her hips possessively. He looked at Chris, his eyes filled with a dark intensity and lingering anger. "I know how much you love to watch," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now you get to watch up close."

Ashley leaned forward, her hands sliding up Chris's thighs as she held his gaze. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth. She licked her lips with anticipation as Clayton's fingers burned fire down her legs as he removed her last piece of clothing.

Chris watched Ashley's face, his cock throbbing in his hand as she leaned in, her breath hot on his skin. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need to please him even as she submitted to Clayton. He nodded slightly, giving her the reassurance she sought as Clayton slid on a condom behind her.

Ashley placed a soft kiss on Chris's hand as he slid it away from his already throbbing dick. She could feel Clayton's spear pressing against her, could feel his desire and his anger as she coated him with her juices.

"You know what I like most about you, Chris?" Clayton sneered as he applied pressure to Ashley's hips getting her in just the right position. "You're not afraid to share the things you love." Before Chris had time to respond, Clayton drove his hips forward impaling Ashley on his dick.

"Ooohhhh, fuuuuck" Ashley moaned throwing her head back, her eyes widening as he filled her completely. He was somehow bigger than she remembered, and the sudden intrusion sent a shockwave of sensation through her.

Chris watched, mouth agape as Ashley's body adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Once the initial shock wore off, she leaned down, her tongue licking the tip of Chris's cock causing him to let out his own moan.

She tried to focus on Chris, her mouth wrapping around his cock as she began to suck. But Clayton's thrusts were hard and fast, pushing her forward with each movement. She choked slightly, her hands gripping Chris's thighs for support as his cock pushed into the back of her throat.

Chris watched, his breathing shallow and uneven, as Ashley struggled to take him in her mouth. He could see the effect Clayton's rough thrusts were having on her, could see her body shaking with each impact. He reached down, his hands gently stroking her hair, trying to offer some comfort.

Clayton smirked, seeing Chris's attempt at tenderness. He gripped Ashley's hips tighter, slapping her ass as his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "This is what she needs," he growled. "She wants it hard. She needs to be punished." As if to demonstrate his point, Clayton stopped thrusting and let Chris watch as Ashley threw her hips back with such force that Clayton nearly lost his balance. She was fucking herself on Clayton's dick with an intensity Chris couldn't understand. All the while her moans grew louder as they reverberated off his cock, disappearing down her throat.

"You missed it didn't you? You missed fucking me," his eyes locked on Chris's as he spoke. His hips thrust harder into Ashley. He yanked on Ashley's hair, like reins on a horse causing Chris's dick to fall from her mouth.

"Oh... fuck! Yes, yes, fuck ME!" Ashley bellowed as Clayton's words seemed to drive her on like a rancher would a herd.

Clayton swatted her ass again, harder than before as he pushed his hips forward at the exact time she was pulling back. Her velvet grip sank down to the root of his cock causing Clayton to groan in pleasure. He slapped her other cheek, the red handprint dark and angry against the soft glow of her ass.

Ashley took Chris back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his head as Clayton seemed to pick up steam. She felt like she was about to come undone. She couldn't believe how quickly her orgasm snuck up on her.

"How are you so fucking tight?" Clayton gasped feeling Ashley's walls cave in around him. He pulled on her hair again using it as leverage to push deeper into her core.

Chris's cock sprung from Ashley's mouth. "Fuuuck, Oh my god, don't stop," she pleaded her hands falling from Chris's legs and clutching the sheets as she rested her head against his thigh.

Chris could see Ashley's struggle, could see her attention shifting away from him. He felt a pang of jealousy, but also a surge of arousal. Watching her taken like this, watching her overwhelmed with so much pleasure, was intoxicating.

Clayton leaned forward, his body covering Ashley's back as he fucked her with a renewed vigor. His hands found her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pounded into her. He rolled and pinched her nipples between his fingers as Ashley cried out lifting from Chris's lap and arching her back.

Chris watched Ashley's face as she rose up, his cock aching as Ashley's attention turned fully to Clayton. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth slightly open as her tongue slid across her bottom teeth. He knew that look well. She was close to coming. He reached down, his hand gripping his cock as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving her face.

Ashley was lost in sensation, her body on fire as Clayton took her. She felt her orgasm approaching fast. She arches her back higher, trying desperately to somehow get Clayton even deeper than he already was. She could feel his anger, his desire, his need to dominate her. And she loved it. She felt his hand leave her hip, his thrust more urgent. She gasped as she felt it wrap around her throat, pulling her even harder into his pistoning shaft. "Cum for me. Show Chris what a slut you truly are." His breath was hot on her cheek, and with a final thrust she began to see stars.

"Ohhh fuck. Jesus, don't stop. Fuck, oh fuck," she pleaded through choked gasps. Clayton released her throat causing her to fall forward on the bed. Through dreamy eyes, she looked up at Chris and saw him stroking himself. A sliver of regret washed over her as she realized she had stopped sucking him. She wanted to give him pleasure, but her body was too tired to move. She lazily reached out, replacing his hand with her as she stroked his cock.

Clayton smirked, looking at Chris as he waited for Ashley's orgasm to subside before picking back up the pace. "This is what she wants, Chris. She wants to be taken, to be used. She doesn't want gentle lovemaking. She wants to be fucked. Her pussy is practically begging, clamping down on me like it can't get enough." As if on cue, Ashley let out another moan. Her fingers tightened on Chris's shaft as Clayton's pace picked back up.

Chris nodded, as if in a trance. He was close, so close. Watching Ashley submit to Clayton, watching her taken so roughly, was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Ashley's hand however was barely moving, it was slow and agonizing. Chris began rocking his hips in time with Clayton's thrust in fear that his orgasm would subside.

Ashley's moans grew louder, her body tensing as Clayton picked back up steam. She couldn't believe he was still going so hard. she expected him to finish at the same time as her, but as her moans grew louder and the smell of sex filled the air she knew he was far from done.

Clayton's fingers found Ashley's clit causing her body to come back to life. "Ohhh, fuck. How do you do that?" She moaned, amazed at how Clayton seemed to always know exactly how and where to touch her. Her panting became louder as she opened her eyes and looked at Chris. Her grip on him strengthened as she jerked his cock faster.

"Ahhh, Ashley, you gotta stop or I'm going to..." Chris pleaded feeling his balls constrict. This only seemed to spur Ashley on as she tightened her grip.

"Mmm fuck. In my mouth, baby. Let me take you in my mouth." Ashley felt bad that she wasn't giving Chris more attention. She tried to move her body forward to at least allow him to finish in her mouth.

However, Clayton had other plans. As soon as Ashley tried to move her mouth over Chris's cock his grip on her hips tightened and he picked up his pace, hammering into her with a fury that couldn't be contained.

"Ohhh. Ohhh fuck, Oh God," Ashley wailed as she squeezed Chris's shaft her head falling back down to the mattress in front on him.

"Uuuugh, fuck," Chris roared as he erupted all over Ashley's hand, a few spurts even landing in her hair. Clayton watched with a sinister grin on his face as the last on Chris's seed seeped down Ashley's fingers.

"Ahh that's too bad. I guess you're going to miss all the real fun," Clayton taunted as he slowed his strokes and allowed Ashley to catch her breath. she looked up at Chris, a flash of sadness in her eyes as she released his twitching cock.

"Go and get cleaned up. We could use more space, anyway," Clayton laughed sliding his cock out of Ashley causing her to sigh. For a brief moment, Chris held his ground. This was his room, his wife, Clayton had no right. Ashley's finger's slid across his causing him to lose his focus.

"I love you," she whispered, and just like that the jealousy was gone. He cut his eyes to Clayton one last time, then slid off the bed.

The moment Chris was off the bed, Clayton was pushing Ashley onto her back. "Are you ready to feel what it really means to be fucked?"

"Yessss," she hissed spreading her legs in acceptance.

Clayton grinned, looking smugly at Chris who stood watching from the bathroom door. He licked his lips, admiring Ashley's naked body spread on the bed, her full surrender complete. He leaned down taking her tit between his teeth causing her to moan and buck her hips. His fingers traced up her legs as he released her nipple from her mouth and kissed her neck.

"Mmmm, please," Ashley whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me," Ashley whined opening her eyes to see Clayton smiling down at her. Instinctively she wet her lips as she felt his large head press against her clit. He leaned closer, his mouth inches from hers. She tilted her hips, desperate to find his manhood, but it slipped over her clit causing her to shudder. She turned her head at the last minute, denying him the kiss he seemed to crave.

"Just, fuck me," she said again this time with more conviction. She turned her head back looking into Clayton's eyes. She could see the anger, the lust. She didn't know why, but that was the look she craved.

He grabbed her ankles, placing them on his shoulders one by one using a little more force than necessary, folding her nearly in half. Ashley gasped at the sudden change in position, her body now completely at his mercy.

Hold onto the headboard," Clayton commanded, his voice ripe with anger. Ashley complied, clasping the wooden bars behind her head. Clayton leaned forward, his hips meeting the back of her thighs, his cock at her entrance.

"Please," Ashley begged, her eyes locked onto his. She tried to push her hips up, to impale herself on his cock, but Clayton held her firmly in place.

"Begging won't help you, Ashley," he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You like to play games? Well, so do I."

With a sudden, powerful thrust, Clayton buried himself inside her. Ashley cried out, her back arching as much as her position allowed. Clayton gave her no time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her.

"Uhmhmmmmm, Uh fuck," Ashley grunted. "Oh my God, your cock. It's, it's so fucking, fuuuuck."

Clayton set a brutal pace,  causing Ashley's grasp on the headboard to tighten. His hips moved piston-like, driving into her with heavy, rhythmic strokes each one filling the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh and Ashley's sharp gasps and moans.

"Are you ready to admit you love my cock?"

"Uh, fuck, sooo fucking deep." Ashley felt herself on the verge of another crushing orgasm. The intensity of they way Clayton was fucking her was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

"Say it, say you love my cock."

"Yesssss. Fuck. Yes, I love it. It feels so fucking good."

"Then fucking, prove it!"

At first, Ashley wasn't sure what he meant. Then Clayton leaned down, his body folding Ashley even further. His lips brushed against hers and this time she didn't dare turn away. His tongue found hers in a harsh, demanding kiss. He bit her lower lip, tugging on it as he pulled away, leaving Ashley gasping for breath.

"You feel that, Ashley?" he growled, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. "That's what being fucked feels like. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Ashley could only moan, her words lost amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her head lifted from the bed, in search for Clayton's tongue as she sucked it into her mouth like a common whore. Her legs ached from the strain of her position, but the pleasure of Clayton's cock filling her, the pain of his teeth on her lips, the sheer intensity of it all, pushed her towards the edge of another orgasm.

Clayton could feel her contracting around him, could see the signs of her impending climax. He slowed his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more deliberate. He reached between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit.

"Cum for me, Ashley," he demanded, his fingers drawing tight circles around her sensitive nub. "Show me how much you love being fucked."

Ashley's body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She glanced briefly at Chris, a soft smile forming on her lips as she fought to keep her eyes open, wanting to hold onto that connection with him. It was a small gesture, but for Chris, it was everything. Clayton might believe he was in control, and maybe, in many ways, he was. But in that fleeting smile, Ashley confirmed that, no matter the intensity of the moment, this was still about her and Chris.

"Yes, ohhh fuck, Clayton. Oh, fuck, don't stop, baby," she cried, her body convulsing beneath him as her eyes snapped shut. Her inner walls tightened around his cock, pulling him over the edge with her.

"Ugggh fuck, take it!" Clayton roared throwing his head back as he came. His cock pulsed inside her, filling the condom with his release. He continued to thrust, drawing out both their orgasms until they were nothing more than trembling, sweaty messes.

Tired, Clayton released Ashley's legs,  and they fell onto the bed. He landed on her, his sweat-drenched body sticking to hers. Ashley hugged him tightly, her tongue once more exploring his mouth. They stayed that way for a couple of seconds, the sound of this erotic kissing filling the otherwise very still room.

Chris cleared his throat from the doorway. The movement seemed to jerk Ashley out of her daze, as she broke the kiss and turned her head Chris's way.

Clayton glanced between them, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well," he drawled, letting the silence stretch just a bit too long, "my work here is done. I'll see myself out." His tone was laced with something between a challenge and a jest, lingering in the air like a taunt. Without waiting for a response, he turned and collected his clothes. Once dressed he strode to the door, giving one last amused glance over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.

The door slammed shut in the abrupt quiet. Ashley exhaled, her gaze after him before she turned to Chris, worry flickering in her eyes. "Are you okay?" she breathed,  looking at his face. "I'm sorry," she said more or less to herself.

"For what?"

"I wanted to please you. I wanted you in my mouth and then..."

"It's not your fault," Chris replied trying to sound comforting. "Clayton knew what he was doing. He wanted to prove that he was in control."

Ashley chewed nervously on her bottom lip, considering what he said. "I... I completely lost it there at the end."

Chris smiled as he walked toward her. "That's what makes it so intense," he replied, sliding onto the bed beside her. "Seeing you like that... watching you completely surrender..." He let out a shaky breath. "It's the thing I love most about this. And hate most about it too."

Ashley lifted her head, studying him. "Really?" A hint of their earlier playfulness returned to her voice. "Even after everything that's happened today?"

"Especially after today." Chris pulled her closer, his fingers trailing along her skin. "Watching you go from being so in control at the airport, to this..." He smiled against her hair. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"God, what is wrong with us?" Ashley laughed softly against his chest. "Normal couples don't do this."

"Since when have we ever been normal?" Chris murmured, kissing her forehead.

They settled into each other's arms, trading soft, lazy kisses. Ashley's entire body felt heavy with exhaustion, her muscles aching pleasantly as she melted against Chris's familiar warmth. Her mind was littered with questions, but she would let them sit for another night. Right now, all she wanted was this tender moment with her husband, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek slowly lulling her toward sleep, before getting on a plane in the morning and heading back to reality.