Ash Wrecks A Household Pt. 02

"Papa?" came faintly from upstairs--barely audible from afar, but unmistakable.

Both of them went still.

A small sound from upstairs had broken the spell.

Alex snapped out of it first. He stood abruptly and began dressing--clumsy, hurried, trying not to think too hard.

Ashley remained seated, composed. Not in fear--she wasn't that kind of girl--but with a curious, quiet satisfaction. Her lips parted slightly, her gaze never leaving him as he rushed to fix his shirt.

"Shit--shit," he muttered. "Stay here."

Ashley didn't move, at first. She watched him stumble toward the stairs, pulling his jeans up haphazardly and tucking his shirt on, crumpled from lying on the floor. She waited until his footsteps echoed above before gently standing up, adjusting her blouse just enough to seem proper. Then, with smooth precision, she made her way to the kitchen.

Alex's voice filtered down from upstairs--forced calm, the voice of a guilty man trying to sound innocent.

"Hey, champ. What's up?"

"I heard talking."

"Just the babysitter and me. You're okay, go back to sleep."

"I'm thirsty."

Ashley was already at the sink before Alex could even fumble for a cup. She filled it--cold, clean, perfect--and walked halfway to the bottom of the stairs. Her voice was soft, angelic. Almost maternal.

"Do you want me to bring it up?"

A long pause came from upstairs, then Ashley heard steps and Alex descended down. From his red face it was clear that he was still dealing with adrenaline and shame of nearly getting caught with Ash, but his expression also showed the utter shock of how well Ashley was handling the situation - it was as if they did not do anything together right before. Finally, Alex approached Ash and replied.

"I can bring it myself..."

Ashley bit her lips as Alex was coming over to her, reaching for her glass of water. She enjoyed the inner war that was going through Alex's mind, she wanted him to feel confused, torn and most importantly, horny. She came up close to him and looked right into his eyes. Alex tried to take the glass out of her hands but she put it away and said, "only if we kiss..."

Ash could see Alex's eyes almost fly out of his orbits as she had said that. And yet, he did not move away and did not go to pour a glass of his own. Instead, he held her by her waist and after some hesitation, reached in. They began making out, first slowly, then passionately, almost spilling the water Ash was still holding in her hand.

Alex pushed himself off of Ash and after a heavy sigh said, "I need to bring it over now." To which, Ashley with a playful smile had finally handed the glass over to him.

"There you go... Alex," replied Ash, her crazy stare digging into Alex's soul. Alex clutched the glass and then quickly and loudly stepped towards the staircase.

Alex took the water upstairs without saying a word.

Ashley wandered back to the living room, her hips swaying slightly, her hands following along the walls and pieces of furniture, not for seduction this time--but in triumph. She sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs like a queen on a throne, quickly undoing her buttons again just enough to make Eva's bra visible for Alex. She also made sure to pull her skirt up again to make her bottom also visible for the cheating husband.

Alex took some time to come back down, likely to put the kid to bed and also to calm his own nerves right before meeting Ash face to face again. Ash was sure of it as there was quite the time between Alex leaving the children's room and finally moving downstairs.

When he walked down, he stood at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a new shirt, lips dry, face blank.

Ashley looked at him from the couch. "You okay?" she asked with feigned innocence.

"Yeah," he said.

She nodded. "He's a sweet kid."

Alex said nothing.

Ashley then lied down on the couch, looking at Alex, her eyes inviting him to continue their affair. Alex, however, did not budge. Ashley could tell that he was not going to continue playing along... for now.

Alex, in a cold tone, said, "Ashley, I am sorry - I think we need to stop"

"Sorry for what? Waking up the kid? Is he asleep now?" Ashley began to barrage Alex with questions.

Alex. trying to keep himself under control, replied, "yes, he is asleep," avoiding the rest of the questions.

"There is no problem then, come here," playfully exclaimed Ashley, already reading herself for action. "come over... I don't bite... unless you want me to."

She could see her words penetrating Alex's defenses, but he stood strong, "No, this is still a problem, this is wrong." He sat down on the stairs afterwards.

Ashley rolled her eyes in disappointment - Alex was not playing along. She stood up, buttoned her blouse, pulled down her skirt in a quick and an offended manner. "So I am the problem then?" She fired back.

Alex, looking at the floor, replied, "Yes.

"I am leaving then."

"Okay..." replied Alex after sighing yet again. He continued sitting on the staircase as Ashley made sure to collect her stuff. After 5 minutes without exchanging any words, Ashley was ready to leave the house.

Each step of her shoes towards the exit struck and reverberated in Alex's heart. The farther he heard the steps the more he wanted him to stay. His disgusting, horny self was ready to spend the rest of the night with her, and yet, his conscience could not let him. He was drowning in shame and guilt for the sin he had committed to his family, sinking him deeper into the stairs. Finally, when he heard the house door open, he said, "Wait!"

Ashley froze in the doorframe, waiting for Alex. He stood up and rushed towards her, embraced her and kissed her, then more, and more, and more, sinking lower and lower to her neck and then her blouse. That was when Ashley stopped him, "I need to go, Alex."

Before Alex could even refute her, she walked off and slammed the door into Alex's face. Now on top of guilt for Eva and his family, he felt guilt for Ashley. He was torn apart by both of the women. The rest of the evening, Alex sat on the floor with his back against the entrance door, somewhere deep down hoping that he would hear a knock and Ash would return.

The next morning, sometime between Alex going to bed and waking up, he received a message from Ashley, "You were amazing tonight, Alex. Text me if you need me to... babysit again."

"That woman!" exclaimed Alex out loud. He had to stop himself with all his might to agree to her message, invite her over the very same or next day, and fuck her brains out, but yet again the guilt was stopping him. He felt disgusting, he had still not forgiven him for cheating and something inside of him told him, if he did it again, he would break.

Hands shaking, he deleted Ashley's contact and blocked her number. He was no longer going to use her babysitting services ever again. At least in his mind.

Alex had to hurry. That morning he had to drive and pick up Eva from her work trip - she arrived very early in the morning and he had already almost overslept, waking up from the last alarm clock he had set for himself. He quickly put on his jeans, yet another shirt and rushed out to his car.

Luckily he had managed to evade the deathly traffic and arrived to the airport right as he saw Eva walk out to the parking lot, waiting for him. When Alex saw her face, smiling and waving to him, he felt disgusted - not over her, but over himself. He had cheated on her, bad, guilt eating him alive.

After he helped Eva with her suitcase and they finally sat down in the car, he looked at her. He was terrified by the first thought that had struck him, "she is not as gorgeous as Ashley." He had to visibly shake his head in front of a confused Eva.

"Everything okay?" asked Eva, confused.

"Ah... Yeah.. Felt a sudden shiver... Maybe I got sick or something," replied Alex, looking down at the wheel of the car.

"Ah, okay... The kid better not be sick or something!!" replied Eva earnestly. She did not suspect any foul play in Alex's reply. The car took off and Eva continued talking and complaining about the flight.

Sometime after complaining about small seats, long delays, terrible services and more, Eva had wondered about something that made Alex, who was subconsciously driving, suddenly become as alert as ever. "How's the kid been? Was the babysitter good?"

To Alex, the babysitter was good and more, but Alex was panicked by the question. He stuttered, "Y-yeah.. She was fine... but I think we need a new one."

"Huh, so she was not good then!? Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

Many things had happened but none of them were things Alex was willing to share. He came up with a quick lie, "No, no, she was great, but now she is too busy for the job... Simply need someone else."

Eva simply shrugged, and said, "Sure thing." She did not inquire much further and simply began complaining about the trip--early morning and late night meetings, and the jet lag she was feeling. Alex was relieved--he could look past the incident with Ash and never have to deal with its consequences.

They arrived home around noon. The kid was there - he ran to his mom, squealing with joy, and Eva melted into the moment like nothing had ever happened. Alex stood in the living room, reliving every moment he had with Ashley last night, dazed.

No perfume in the air. No misplaced lingerie. No lipstick on the mirror. The house was... normal, soulless. There was no Ashley.

Those thoughts terrified him again. He tried his best to shake it all off and continued on with his day - he had a long workday ahead of himself.

At work, he finally got to shut down his brain, focusing on the important deadlines and assignments needed to be completed by the end of the week. And yet, even then, he would sometimes balance on his phone, partially hoping and partially fearing a notification on it.

No text. No call. No sign. No Ashley.

Alex couldn't sleep that night. He kept imagining her face appearing outside the window, or worse--Eva checking her email again and seeing something new. Something real.

But it didn't happen.

He drifted off finally, just before dawn.

The next morning, he woke up late, the house was already alive: Eva was on a call, the kid yelling about cereal again. Alex clearly had to hurry as he was almost late for work. He quickly got out of bed, rushed through the shower and once done, got to his room to pick out the suit for today. On the bed, lie his phone, screen open.

Alex reached for his phone and examined the screen. No missed calls, no texts again. He sighed in relief and was about to put his phone into his pocket and go downstairs to leave - that was when he felt the vibration in his pocket.

Alex frantically took out the phone and saw: UNKNOWN NUMBER. ONE MESSAGE. He opened it with a sinking gut. Somewhere down below he had hoped that it was spam, but his conscious self knew better.

"The wine was otherworldly." There were no emojis, no signatures, just that. Alex just simply stood in the bedroom, phone shaking in hand, as if the message was about to explode. The simple message once again had reminded him of their night - he was hard already, ready to go.

It took him all his will to stop himself from replying - it was too tempting and Alex feared that, yet another wave of guilt came over his body, this time as strong as a tsunami, wrecking his psyche.

He didn't respond in the end, but neither did he delete it. He just came back to his senses and put away his phone - he was not going to let in that easily. Ashley sent a strong message - she wanted more. And she was ready to play hard to get it.

After receiving the message, Alex struggled through the day, but he had managed. The only real complication had been Eva - Alex's erratic behavior had convinced her that he got sick, trying her hardest to convince him to call the week off. He did not do that, however, as work was the only place that could take Ash off his mind.

The next morning, Alex woke up from a notification: UNKNOWN NUMBER. ONE MESSAGE. The message simply said, "Did she find them yet?" He stared at it, pulse spiking.

Them?

Alex perched from the bed and hurried downstairs, checked every crevasse, every spot, finally reaching the sofa. Under the sofa, his fingers brushed silky fabric.

Black. Laced. Still warm with memory. Ashley's used panties. Alex clenched them, knowing full well what message Ashley had tried to send to him - she'd left them on purpose.

"Everything okay?" asked Eva who stood on the stairs, overseeing the living room, staring down at Alex crouching down near the sofa.

"Ah, oh, yeah... Woke up and saw that my phone did not get charged - looking for my charger now." Replied Alex, panicking, the panties clenched in his fist.

"I... see... I was wondering where all the chargers went..." replied Eva, "if you still can not find yours, you can use mine." She yawned and walked back up the staircase. She had no idea how close she was to learning something sinister about Alex.

Right as Eva left the room, Alex took out Ashley's panties - or were they Eva's? They definitely smelled like Ashley to Alex so he decided to go with that. He kept her panties in his car, to make sure that Eva absolutely never found them.

Ashley was playing games and Alex was in danger... But he liked it, even though he struggled to admit it to himself, he was awaiting the next strike Ashley had coming for him, luring him deeper and deeper.

The next day she texted again, it was a photo. Ashley in red lingerie--the same one from the pictures--but this time she was standing in front of a mirror, holding the panties in her hand like a trophy. The caption below was simple:

"This set is hers too. Am I wearing this one better as well?"

She was stunning - tanned, sexy body, slutty face, biting her lips, posing for Alex. Alex was already imagining her on his bed, ready to take it all in, again and again. He got very hard, his fingers began to reach for the keyboard to reply, but that was the exact moment his moment of attraction was interrupted.

"Honey, have you seen my red set? I could have sworn I left it here... It was new as well!" came from his bedroom, putting his body to a standstill.

Alex tried to respond. Swallowing air and trying to concentrate on acting as innocent as possible, he shouted back, "N-no? Maybe you lost it?"

No reply came. Only sounds of rustling and things being turned over. Alex was still frozen in a spot - he thought to himself, what if Ashley left something in their bedroom too? That single thought made Alex spiral.

He sat down on the floor against the wall, awaiting his doom, every moment could have been his last. The sound of Eva looking through their racks of clothes sounded like drums, giving Alex his very first anxiety attack of his life. When Eva walked out of the room, sighing, about to say that she can't find the set, she saw Alex, distraught.

"Oh my God are you okay? What is going on?" she reached immediately for Alex, hugging him.

"I.. guess.. I am just tired babe... Work... and now you cant find a set you like..." Alex was trying to pretend like it was about work and Eva all along.

"Oh.. it's okay, I cant always buy more, haha." She hugged and kissed Alex. They stayed in this awkward position for a minute. The whole house was quiet, Alex could feel Eva's warmth and true concern for him. She then asked, "do you feel better now?"

Alex, calmed down and replied, "yeah, thanks..." This was the moment of warmth he needed to finally get himself together and reply to Ashley.

"Hey, this is fucked up - can you give all those things you stole back?" Texted Alex to the unknown number, while at work.

"No :)" replied Ashley almost immediately. "Not until you find everything I left at YOUR home," she added.

"What the actual fuck - no! You are going to at least return to my house and take all your things you hid away! What is this blackmail!"

Ashley simply replied with a picture of herself, naked, touching herself, "but I enjoy this too much, do you not like it?"

Alex was struggling to strike back, Ash kept on sending pictures, then she sent a video of herself, rubbing her clit right on the camera - it was really wet, yearning for some cock. Alex was immediately hard. He went to the work toilet, to hide his raging boner.

"Stop it," begged Alex.

He received a voice message in return, "send me your cock and then I might stop," said Ashley, in her sexual, breathy voice.

Alex, stuck in a stall and mesmerized by Ashley's body, was on fire - he pulled off his pants and reached out for his cock. It felt really wrong and evil, but his was throbbing with excitement as he took out his camera and snapped a picture back to Ashley.

"Good, mmm," replied Ashley in another voice message. "Now... I want you to jerk it for me... Nice and slow..."

Alex, as if on a leash, obeyed every instruction, sending a video as a reply this time. He was so excited that every touch and movement over his cock edged him on.

Alex received a video call from Ashley. He replied with no hesitation - he saw her, holding her camera over her body, touching herself, fingers going deep into her pussy. She was whispering to Alex, "mmm yeah, show it for me baby, I need to see it."

Alex did not waste any time and pulled the phone camera to his dick, stroking it. He was in a hurry, even though he started really slow he sped up with each stroke. Ash was enjoying it even more this way.

"Mmm, yeah, stroke it, stroke it for me baby - I will cum soon for you, will you cum soon for me baby?"

Alex started grunting, he felt like he was going to cum any second as well, through heavy breaths, he replied, "yes Ashley."

"Mmmm, yeah, mmm yeah," Ash kept on leaning right into the camera - Alex was on the last edge, he felt feverish - he could almost see Ashley in front of him, his dick inside of her, his cum about to pour into her. During this vivid, almost hallucinated scene, he heard on the phone, "Ahhh, Im cumming, aaa, her camera showing her gorgeous face twisting from pleasure."

At the exact same time, Alex finally let it all out, shooting his cum across the entire stall. It was everywhere - on his hands, on his pants, on the walls and in the toilet. Ashley saw the cumshot herself and was beaming with satisfaction, "you seem to have liked it more than me, huh."

Alex, finally being freed from the wave of lust that had come over him, replaced his mental state with a wave of guilt, he immediately switched the call off. After standing like an idiot in the stall for another minute, staring at the consequences of his actions, he opened the phone and texted, "Will you come over now and pick up everything you have left?"

Ashley quickly responded, "Sure."

Alex pushed on more, "and you will also return all the lingerie you stole."

"Sure," replied Ash, almost as if she had the message on the ready before Alex had even asked her about it. She continued texting, "I can come over late at night, text me when I can come." Then, the profile picture showed that she was offline - the conversation was over.

After cleaning up the stall and returning to work, Alex yet again failed to finish any tasks. All he could think about was what he had done - he had clearly overstepped yet again. He had to finish it all - unfortunately for him finishing it all meant Ashley coming over again.

When he entered the car to go back home that evening, he opened the compartment where he stored Ash's panties and looked at them, then he told himself, out loud, "I do not know what is wrong with me." To himself, he added, "I do not know what is going to happen tonight" and then drove off home.