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Sun rays slid through the curtains, lighting up the room. Chris shifted, slowly opening his eyes. Memories from last night flooded in. He glanced at Ashley, still asleep beside him. Her chest moved with each soft breath. Thoughts of last night rushed in – that same perfect chest, covered in Clayton’s cum as Ashley moaned uncontrollably. Chris’s body reacted, his stomach twisting at the same time.
As Chris struggled with these two conflicting emotions, Ashley opened her eyes and smiled at Chris watching her. Within seconds, she too remembered everything that happened last night. A mix of feelings hit her hard.
Neither said a word. The room felt full of silent emotions.
Chris coughed. “Morning,” he whispered, sounding strange to himself.
“Hi,” Ashley answered, her voice uncertain.
Chris’s mind raced, replaying fragments of last night. Hands, glances, everything that crossed the line. He was torn between excitement and shame. Did they really go too far? Is this what he wanted?
Ashley bit her lip. Her thoughts were racing too. She felt strong yet exposed, unsure of how to handle what happened. They sat in silence until Chris spoke again.
“So…” he began, trailing off, not sure what to say.
Ashley looked at him. There was understanding in her eyes. “Yeah,” she muttered. “Last night was…”
“Intense,” Chris finished.
A long pause followed, both trying to find the right way to talk about what happened.
“You drank a lot. Do you remember…?” Chris stopped as Ashley’s face darkened. He realized he had approached it wrong. His intention had been giving her a way out, an excuse to never repeat what happened.
“I wasn’t drunk,” she said firmly. Her words were soft but clear. “You told Clayton he could break our rule. And when you didn’t stop him, I thought it’s what you wanted.” Her voice carried some frustration. She wasn’t going to let Chris push the blame onto her. Like she was just some careless girl who did these things by accident.
Scenes from last night flashed in her mind. Clayton, his powerful voice, his figure. How she struggled to fit his cock into her mouth. The cock of the same man who’d been teasing her for months. It hit her, she couldn’t outsmart him.
Ashley realized how everything had changed. What started as Chris’s fantasy was now their reality. Heat surged between her legs. She was just as drawn to this twisted path now.
Chris watched her carefully, noticing the seriousness in her tone. He exhaled slowly. How could he tell her the truth? That this whole thing happened because of a bet with Clayton? “We… did talk about it. The no-touching rule.” Memories of Clayton’s hands on Ashley filled his head. The hunger in her eyes. “You looked so good, Ash. I hated the idea of sharing you, but… you looked… so good.”
Ashley relaxed, her smile growing. She had feared that Chris would wake up full of regret. But instead, he admitted how turned on he was. She briefly imagined the idea of being really shared, biting her lip at the thought.
“I… I’m glad you thought that,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed. “But… are you really fine with okay with what happened?”
Chris gulped, thoughts running wild. He hoped to calm Ashley and avoid an argument, yet felt torn inside. “It was… intense. Seeing you that way…” His voice faded as he struggled to voice his mixed emotions.
Ashley misunderstood his pause as approval. “So you liked it?” she asked with some uncertainty, her voice showing both hope and doubt.
Chris nodded quickly to avoid hurting her. “Yeah, it was… something,” he replied, sounding more excited than he felt. Inside, guilt and jealousy battled inside him.
Ashley’s heart beat faster. She was both excited and nervous about what this might mean. “So do you want to…” she began but couldn’t finish.
Chris, feeling stuck between frustration and keeping the peace, blurted out, “…make you happy,” his voice tight with feelings he couldn’t name.
The moment the words left his mouth, Chris knew he’d messed up. He wanted to say he cared about her overall well-being, but now it sounded like he supported more of what happened last night.
Ashley’s eyes widened, filled with both excitement and caution. “Really? You’d go further with it?” Her voice trembled slightly.
Chris’s head spun. He needed to regain control. But as the conversation carried on, it felt like he was thinking with something other than his mind. “We need some solid rules,” his words rushed out. “Real ones. We both stick to them unless we talk first.”
Ashley nodded slowly, her desire rising as memories from last night flooded her thoughts. She couldn’t believe Chris was okay with it. But maybe this was always where things were headed?
“No sex,” Chris said forcefully, wanting to avoid further miscommunication. That was the line they couldn’t cross again. But doubt crept in – were they already too far down this road to stop?
Ashley agreed, though a mix of relief and disappointment flickered across her face. “Yes. There’s still so much here I don’t get. Things are already moving too fast. I don’t want us to rush into something we’ll regret.”
Chris nodded, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. He wanted to share the inner conflict tormenting him. At least they both agreed: no sex. But as he read the burning intensity in her eyes, the words froze in his throat.
“What… what did you like the most?” Ashley’s voice was low, but he could feel the fire in it – the same fire from last night.
Chris held his breath. He hadn’t thought about that yet. His body stirred as the images from before filled his mind. Ashley’s moans, her words – it overwhelmed him. “I… I’m not sure. Maybe when he finished on you, the way you looked…” His cheeks flushed red. Admitting it embarrassed him.
Ashley scanned Chris’s body. For a moment, she thought he was just saying what he thought she wanted. She almost considered ending this. But then she saw how hard he was proof of his feelings. He was telling the truth. She clamped her legs together, trying to control the rising heat inside her.
Her hand slid across his stomach, making his muscles tighten. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she gripped his hardness. “You thought I looked hot? I felt so dirty.”
Chris let out a soft moan, almost like a growl from deep within. His mind became foggy again, desire clouding his thinking. “You were so hot, baby. Watching you give in like that…” He gently started to move his hips. His thoughts were becoming jumbled again. The cloud of arousal clogging his rational thoughts. “You looked so hot, baby. Seeing the way you just let yourself go.” Chris began rocking his hips softly. His eyes never leaving Ashley’s.
Ashley licked her lips as she continued to stroke Chris. She uncovered the rest of their bodies with her free hand. “What made it even hotter was seeing the look on your face. I felt your desire even as I stroked him.” Her hand snaked down his shaft over his balls. Fondling them gently before sliding back up to his shaft. “To see the way you looked at me when I touched him. God, you were so sexy, so animalistic. I love you that way.”
She leaned forward and started to lick him, from the base of his shaft right up to the head. Her lips slurped up the small amount of precum already running down his shaft. “Now tell me, did you like watching me take him into my mouth? He was so forceful I could tell how excited he was about it.”
She slowed her strokes, awaiting his response. Chris was still staring into her eyes, riled up beyond belief. He had to answer and for a moment he wasn’t even sure if he was lying or not. “Yeah… I did. It was hot. Maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She hunched forward and took his dick in her mouth, stroking him with her hand. After a few seconds, she back away, her eyes never leaving his. “Is that all you want? For me to just blow Clayton?”
He wasn’t sure what she was getting at. They had just agreed on no sex. “What do you mean?”
A half-smile spread across Ashley’s face as she realized the effect she was having on the man she loved. “I mean, that hardly seems fair. He gets all the attention. What about little ol’ me?” Ashley mock-pouted, puffing out her bottom lip before taking his cock back into her mouth. She could already feel him pulsing. The electricity of his stare shot lightning bolts to her pussy.
“What if he wants to touch me?” Her tongue circled his head slowly as the fingers of her free hand slid down her stomach. She propped herself up on her knees to give Chris a better view.
“What if he wants to taste me?” Ashley moaned against his cock, the vibration causing him to moan with her.
“Is that what you want? For Clayton to taste you?” Chris’s breathing was coming in ragged breaths now. The feel of Ashley’s tongue mixed with her words was overloading his senses.
“Maybe. Maybe.” She took a long look at the hard dick in her hand, tightening her grip. “Not just Clayton.” The corner of her mouth rose with an evil smile as she heard Chris exhale sharply and his cock shudder. Transfixed by her smoldering gaze, Chris couldn’t quite form coherent thoughts. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand in strands of her hair, pulling her head down onto his erection. Ashley moaned around it as her cheeks sunken in when she briefly gagged on it.
The image from last night flooded both their minds, the image of the way Clayton had practically fucked Ashley’s face with such little regard for Chris’s feelings.
Ashley slid off his cock with a loud pop. “I want to fuck you now, Chris, but I want to hear it first.” She slowly stopped stroking him and looked up into his eyes. That face filled with lust staring back at her was a turn-on. “You want it to happen again? It turns you on, huh? Me moaning from another man’s touch? Me covered in his cum? Mmm, there was so much cum, baby.”
Chris was at a loss for words on how to respond. Is this some kind of trap? Is this what she wants behind closed doors? Why is she asking me this…
“God, ugh.” Chris breathed as Ashley, once again, tightened her grip on his cock. “The thought of someone else touching you, it just drives me over the edge. I don’t want them to even be in the same room as you, looking at you, but when he was there while you were stroking him like that… fuck.”
Ashley raised an eyebrow to him and released his cock.
She sat up, throwing her leg over his lap to straddle him. Chris’s hands found her hips just about the time her lips found his ear. “You want it to happen again?”
Chris swallowed hard as his mind began to race in his head.
“Do you want to see his cum dripping down my chest?” she whispered huskily.
Angst, anger, and jealousy swirled inside Chris, combining with the extreme arousal that racked his body. “Yes,” he whispered. The word was out of his mouth before he could catch it, and a wave of anticipation and trepidation crashed over him.
Ashley rotated her pussy against his dick, her slippery folds slickening up his shaft. “Yes, what, baby?
“I… I want to see it again. I want to see you with him again.”
Ashley pressed down onto Chris’s chest, moving her hips just enough so his cock could slip inside her. They both let out a loud moan as her lips wrapped around his piercing hot cock. Their arousal already in overdrive.
Ashley’s body moved at a fast pace, her eyes closed, grinding faster into Chris as images of Clayton’s cock filled her mind.
Ashley bit her lip, wanting Chris to know she loved the way he felt inside her. She could feel the tempo of his heartbeat through the vein on his cock as it throbbed inside of her. “Ah, fuck. Mhmmmm. God,” Ashley grunted as she rolled her hips around on Chris’s cock. “You feel so good, baby.” Ashley’s nails dug into Chris’s shoulders as she gripped him. “You feel so fucking big inside of me.”
“Squeeze me, Ashley, ah.” Chris grunted, pushing his cock into her. “Keep going, baby. Squeeze me like you did last night.” The words flew out of his mouth before he even realized it.
Ashley felt a pang of electricity run across her skin with Chris’s words-goosebumps formed on his back. Chris’s comments about last night brought her there again. With Chris pounding into her from behind as she gagged on Clayton’s cock. Chris had her ass in his hands, moving with her as she rode him, catching her and slamming her down on his cock. She felt an orgasm rapidly forming ready to drop down and crush her. “Fuck, don’t stop, uh, uh, don’t stop, baby.”
“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum,” Chris grunted, laying his hands on her chest, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she rode him. The slippery walls of her pussy pulled on his deliciously threatened to explode at any moment.
“Fuck, right there, agh, right therrrreeeeeee,” Ashley’s pussy clenched down hard on Chris’s cock as she felt herself start to cum. Her body went taut, her breath caught in her throat as pleasure radiated out from her sex and seemed to light every nerve in her body on fire. She felt complete at that moment, with Chris’s cock buried so deep inside of her.
Chris grunted, leaning up and taking her nipple in his mouth. Her pussy was milking him for all he was worth. As Ashley continued to ride out the last few moments of her orgasm, Chris felt his crashing over him quickly. He reached down and grasped Ashley’s ass, pulling her down hard on his cock as it began to expand and explode deep inside her.
Ashley felt the sudden expansion of his cock, sending another jolt of electricity through her body as she collapsed on Chris’s chest. Her pussy still spasming around his cock as it slowly began to deflate and soften.
****
Chris closed the door of his hotel room behind himself, the latch clicking through the vacant hall. Morning sun was just too bright, too full of joy for the storm brewing inside him. And as he continued further down toward his car, Ashley’s words swam in endless loops with those of the last 24 hours within his mind.
Peeling out of the hotel parking lot, still in shock, Chris barely registered the sound of screeching tires and car horns blaring behind him. He glanced back in the rearview mirror at a dark sedan running a red light, in a hurry behind him.
“Idiot,” Chris muttered, shaking his head. He refocused on the road as, in his mind, the incident passed in less than a second; auto-pilot drove him down familiar streets, white knuckles clutched onto the steering wheel.
It was a blur of a drive. Chris needed coffee, needed food, needed something normal to center himself before he went into work. Spotting Mabel’s Diner just off the road, he steered in. But as he steered his car into the parking lot, for some reason he could not let go of the feeling that something had changed in his world. It was a hope that after an early morning’s breakfast, his mind would clear out and things might sort themselves out, make better sense after the whirlwind of the previous day. But as he got off his car, the load of the recent happenings pressed heavily upon his shoulders.
Chris took a deep breath and shoved through the smudged glass door into Mabel’s Diner. An overhead bell announced him to air thick with friendly chirping from warm conversations. The scents he knew so well-fresh coffee, sizzling bacon, decadelong grease-warped themselves around him as he slid into the booth, its vinyl seat cracking in protest.
“What’ll it be today, hon?” the waitress was asking as she made her way to his table, graying hair escaping a messy bun.
“Two eggs over-easy, bacon, and toast,” he said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Mabel-stitched name tag loosely swinging from her loose shirt like a pendulum-smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. He rubbed his temples for what felt like the hundredth time to try and eradicate images playing on a continuous loop in his mind of last night’s revelations.
While he waited for his food, Chris couldn’t help but travel back in his head to what actually transpired in the hotel room. Ashley’s voice, her words-it was as if she still wanted the rendezvous to happen. He would go back in time and rephrase a few things so that Ashley may comprehend, in fact, that he still had some reservations. The hot breath of his own damning admission echoing in his head, he’d wanted it to happen again. He had told himself it wasn’t true, but no more. Christ, it was his idea to invite Clayton up to the room.
The clatter of plates on the worn tabletop startled Chris from his reverie. Mabel set down his breakfast, the aroma of crispy bacon momentarily grounding him.
“Anything else, hon?” she asked, already turning away.
Chris just nodded and muttered a soft “Thanks” as he reached for his fork. The first cut, into the golden yolks, which spilled their yellow contents across his plate, brought with it vivid images from last night swimming before his eyes.
He was only supposed to watch. That’s what Chris kept telling himself as Ashley’s flushed face filled his mind, her lips parted in ecstasy, the muffled yet unmistakable sound of her moans, Clayton’s commanding presence, hands on Ashley’s body. With each memory, a wave of nausea washed his stomach, the grip on his fork tightening.
Yet as those scenes replayed themselves, Chris became aware of the increasingly unsettling warmth spreading through his body, his breathing quickening, his heart rate picking up. Despite the discomfort churning in his gut, he felt that too-familiar stirring of arousal. His pants started to get tight as he asked himself for what had to be the millionth time… had he enjoyed last night more than he was admitting to himself?
And in one startling instant, his imagination veered into unexpected territory. A new image flashed in his mind-one that hadn’t happened. Ashley and Clayton, entangled, making love. No, not making love. Fucking… hard.
Chris’s coffee cup froze en-route to his lips. His mind was racing, the scene playing out in his imagination with an intensity that was quite shocking to him. Clayton was slamming into her with a force that would snap her in two, his hand on her neck, Ashley struggling for air; it was all so vivid, so real. Yet she wasn’t complaining, instead, she was cumming. Harder than Chris had ever seen before.
A voice in the back of his mind protested weakly: this wasn’t what they had agreed upon, this was too far. But as the imagined scene went on with startling clarity, Chris found that he couldn’t force himself to focus on anything else, and the desires that he had long tried to bury were forced into the forefront of his attention. It left him reeling between his moral unease and undeniable excitement.
Chris put down his fork, the appetite gone. How was he to balance the scales of such conflicted emotions? More urgently, how would he face Clayton this morning at work?
Overwhelmed by the intensity of his thoughts, Chris knew he needed to clear his head. He signaled for the check, mind racing. He tossed a twenty on the table as a tip. Then, ensuring no one was watching him, he stood on wobbly legs and headed for the door.
Fingers fumbling, he fished his phone from his pocket and punched in Ashley’s number as he trudged back to his car. God, he needed to hear her voice, to tell her she was his world, always. The call went straight to voicemail, and he was left with his own thoughts to contend with these new wants he’d never thought he’d experience.
***
Clayton leaned back in his leather chair, hands behind his head, staring at the computer screen facing him. The audio feed from Chris’s phone crackled with static; every now and then, a few indistinct and muffled voices interrupted this. He frowned; the device was too far away from the conversation to pick up anything useful.
“Damn,” he muttered, sitting forward and tapping a frustrated rhythm on his desk. He’d been hoping to get a read on Chris and Ashley this morning, to gauge their reactions to last night’s events and adjust his next move accordingly. But technology, it seemed, had other plans.
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