[Insider] Newlywed's New Desires Ch. 22 (Patreon)

And then there were 2...

Hey friends! Happy Halloween, here's a treat. I was hoping to get this out a couple of days early, but life and my need to tweak things always seem to get in the way. If you read the preview, I made some small tweaks so it's at least worth a skim through. As expected, this one went A LOT longer than I anticipated, and it's pretty action-packed.

I won't bore you all with lots here. I'm excited to hear what you think and see how people think the story will play out. I'm considering skipping EP for November and just writing the last 2 chapters of this, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in. As always, please excuse all the typos and mistakes; they will get cleaned up next week. Enjoy!

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"This entire thing is a shitshow," Clayton's dad raged from the other end of the line.

After Chris's visit earlier in the week Clayton had no choice but to tell his father. They'd talked nearly every day since, always the same argument. Clayton would accuse Tom of being a neanderthal who was risking the operation. His dad saying it was Clayton that was the problem.

Clayton swept the living room for what felt like the tenth time with an RF detector, barely listening as his father listed why he was a failure.

"If you paid half as much attention to the job instead of chasing that whore around."

Clayton's jaw clenched as he blocked out his dad's veiled threats. The call should have happened in the office where he could record it. Instead, he flipped the cushion on his leather sofa and scanned for bugs. Clean, just like every other time he'd checked.

"Tom's a liability," Clayton said once his father took a breath from cursing at him. "He's the one who got shitfaced in Seattle and basically laid the entire plan out to Chris. If he'd—"

"You should have been there! But instead you were here playing house with another man's wife. I swear this woman is more expensive than the whore I bought to take your virginity and that was..."

Clayton stopped listening again, moving into the kitchen to do another scan. If Chris wasn't there to plant a bug, then why did he show up? There was no way he actually wanted to be a part of this, which meant he needed access to something. But he hadn't been anywhere else in the house.

Pain spiked behind Clayton's eyes. He poured himself a shot, knocked it back. Poured another. His father's voice continued to boom through the speaker, something about being a disappointment. The same speech he'd heard since he was twelve.

If Chris had been wearing a wire, the feds would have moved already. Clayton had been careful that night, he didn't remember saying anything incriminating. So why the visit? What was Chris actually after?

The question gnawed at him, unanswered.

"And that's why we've accelerated the timeline. Your feelings for her have complicated everything."

Clayton froze mid-sweep, the RF detector humming uselessly in his hand. "Wait, what?"

He grabbed the phone off the counter. The whiskey burned in his chest, heat spreading through him.

"You heard me," his father said, more condescending than ever. "This little game of house you're playing ends. Tom will be there tomorrow. See to it that you and your little whore are on a plane back to Seattle with him when he leaves."

The walls of his kitchen pressed closer. That wasn't enough time. He still had so much he wanted to do. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time Ashley was there. He'd nearly convinced her to stay the night.

"But the board vote isn't for another—"

"Jesus Christ, son. Have you been listening to anything I've said?" His father's voice cracked with frustration. "The FBI is planning arrests. You need to see to it that it's not you."

The line went dead before Clayton could respond.

He stood in his kitchen, RF detector still in hand, staring at the phone. The silence his father left behind felt heavier than the shouting.

Tomorrow.

The detector's hum filled the kitchen. His breath came faster, his grip on the device tight enough the plastic creaked. When had he lost control? After all he'd done, why didn't his own father trust him to make the call on when this should happen? Instead he sided with Tom, always. Tom had grown from being a thorn in his side to an outright liability, and still his father took the man's side.

Fine. They wanted to accelerate the timeline? He'd accelerate.

He scrolled through his contacts, looking for Ashley's name. His thumb pausing on her name, before scrolling past to Katie's, a plan starting to develop.

The last time they'd spoken Katie had said she knew Chris hadn't actually set her up. Yet, he watched their interactions in the office, she was still icing him out. He could use that. He and Katie had always had an... understanding when it came to one another. He'd made her the successful saleswoman she was. Trained her to be just as ruthless as he was, and the sex... Other than Ashley, Katie was in a class all her own.

He stared at the screen, the blinking cursor taunting him. If he reached out, she'd know it was just a booty call. Maybe that was okay, after all she never seemed to mind before. But after what happened in Seattle he needed to be a little less obvious about his intensions.

He'd just promoted her to VP. Technically it was Chris who pushed for it, but she didn't need to know the details. Maybe he'd have her come over for dinner to celebrate? No, that was too obvious.

Katie was smart enough to read between the lines. Maybe he'd be direct. She knew what this relation was, there was no reason for him to beat around the bush. As he pondered his options, he moved back into the living room. What if he was right, and Chris was anxious because he knew he was losing Ashley. A smile formed on his lips as he typed out his message to Katie and pressed send.

***

The bath water had gone from scalding to tepid in the hour Katie had been lying there. She topped off her wine glass without sitting up, red liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim as she settled back against the porcelain. Her third glass. Or fourth. She'd stopped counting around the same time she'd stopped pretending the heat in her chest was just from the alcohol.

Her phone sat on the folded towel beside the tub, screen facing up. Taunting her.

Since returning from Seattle a few days ago, Tom had made it a habit of texting her through out the day. She tried to blow it off at first, he was just a needy client who wanted to know every detail of every decision being made. But the professional nature of his messages would go out the window the later the day got, and it wasn't long before she had gotten her first unsolicited dick pic.

The first time it happened, she was still sitting in the office, Chris just a few feet from her. She audibly gasped when the picture came in, her cheeks must have turned ten different shades of red. Chris had asked her if she was alright, but they still weren't on speaking terms, not really. So she'd just stuffed her phone into her bag and rushed out the door.

The next day, Tom had acted like it never happened, but the messages continued. Then, on her drive home, she'd gotten another pic. That time, she'd typed out an angry message telling him how inappropriate it was and that he needed to stop. But by the time she'd gotten home and read it again, she'd deleted the message. Not wanting to cause a stir with such an influence client so quickly.

Her phone chimed on the folded towel. She didn't need to look at the screen to know it was from Tom. His pattern had become predictable. Her fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass as her phone chimed again. For a second, she let herself wonder what would happen if she brought the complaint to Chris or Clayton. Would they even care? Clayton certainly wouldn't. He would tell her to play the game. Lean into it and find a way to turn it into a bigger sell.

She reached for the phone with her free hand, dripping water onto the screen from her wrist. As expected, there was a picture message waiting for her. Her pulse quickened as she stared at the preview on her screen, her fingers shaking as she contemplated opening the message.

Images from her night with Tom flooded her mind, a warm tingle settling between her thighs. She blamed the wine. It was easier than admitting to herself that she didn't completely hate her time with Tom.

She chewed on her bottom lip as she enlarged the picture. Tom's hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft. It was thick, menacing in a way that made her mouth water.

Heat crawled up her neck as she remembered what it felt like the first time it was inside her. The way Tom had made her guide it in herself. She set the wine glass on the tub's edge before she could drop it, and moved that hand into the warm water, her fingertips brushing her inner thigh.

This was a bad idea, she knew that. Not only was Tom a client, he was a predator who wouldn't take no for an answer once she let this game begin. But that didn't matter to her right now. Her stomach coiled in anticipation as her fingers drifted closer to her lips, her eyes began to flutter closed when her phone dinged again in her hand.

Tom: You can't tell me you haven't thought about it. I certainly have. Once you finally learned to address me properly your body came alive. You were soaked and I hadn't even touched you yet.

Her thighs clenched, the water was suddenly scalding again. She hated how right he was. She couldn't remember a time she was so turned on without any type of foreplay.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she started to thumb out a reply. Her free hand digging into her upper thigh, denying herself the pleasure of sliding it over her clit, just like Tom had done that night.

Katie: This is a very inappropriate thing to be texting someone who works on your account... sir.

The moment she sent it, she wished she didn't. She held her breath waiting for his reply. Her nails threatening to break the skin on her thigh as she desperately tried to maintain the self-control to not touch herself. She didn't have to wait long.

Tom: Such a good girl remembering how to properly address me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you?

The phrase sent electricity through her. Her face flushed hot. Her nipples taut diamonds peaking out of the surface of the water. Her hips jerked up in the water, desperately seeking contact with her fingers.

Katie: And what do I get for being...

A new message appeared while she was typing. This one from Clayton. Her brow furrowed. He never messaged her this late, unless...

A new wave of endorphins rushed through her. Clayton was the safer option... the better option. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and swiped away from Tom's message, pulling up Clayton's instead.

Clayton: I never got a chance to formally congratulate you on the promotion.

The fingers digging into her thigh loosened, briefly. Her mind was still on sex, and it was easy to read more into this message than intended. She took a deep breath, grounding herself before responding.

Katie: Thanks. Still processing it all.

Clayton: I'd say you more than earned it. Let's do dinner at my house tomorrow. I have something special planned.

Katie chewed on her bottom lip, trying to interpret the meaning of his words. Her fingers ran in a circular pattern along her thigh, not allowing her arousal to die down completely.

Katie: Special?

Clayton: Let's just say I want to see first hand exactly how you graduated with honors.

Her eyes went wide as she read the message twice. Her finger drifted to her already swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to take the edge off as she let out a soft moan.

Katie: Clayton...

Clayton: Tomorrow, 8pm. Bring your appetite.

A second finger joined the first, circling her clit with greater speed. He couldn't be serious. She needed to ask more questions, to tell him this was crazy. But her body was in control now. She'd denied her release for too long.

A moan escaped her lips as her finger parted her lips. Her hand trembled as she typed out her next message.

Katie: What should I wear?

Her hips jerked in time with her hand, a second finger joining the first inside her fiery depths.

_Clayton: Something that's easy to take off.

Katie rolled her eyes even as heat spread through her chest. She tossed the phone back onto the towel, her hand going to her chest and pinching her nipple as her eyes closed envisioning the scene tomorrow night. Her moans echoed off the tiled walls as she brought herself to the climax she'd been denying.

As her breathing returned to normal, a smile formed on her lips, her body still buzzing from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She knew going to see Clayton tomorrow was stupid, but not as stupid as whatever she was about to initiate with Tom. She picked her phone back up, pulling up his thread to see that he had texted another 4 times.

Katie: I think we should keep our communication focused on the Larken account. Let me know if you need anything work-related.

She hit send before she could second-guess it and sank back into the cooling water.

***

Ashley sat in the parking lot of the hospital as the sun began to set, her eyes red and puffy.

"There's nothing else we can do." Chris's voice filled the car through the speaker. He sounded tired, and slightly drunk.

It had been this way since he got back from Seattle, the last night they made love.

"But there is. Let me go over there I can talk him and—"

"You mean fuck him."

The accusation tore a hole through her chest, and she sniffled into the phone. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe, couldn't get air past the constriction in her throat.

"I told you already. This is my cross to bear, not yours. I don't want you getting any more involved."

"I'm already involved, Chris. Why can't you accept that?"

Her jaw clenched. They'd had this same argument three times already. Every night since he'd been back. He was pulling away. Not just from the reality of the situation, but from Ashley. Her hands shook as they gripped the steering wheel. Her ring catching the reflection of the fading sun and sparkling with faded dreams.

"I think I've accepted a whole hell of a lot, Ashley. But when you go behind my back while I'm out of town to fuck my boss it becomes a whole lot harder to accept."

"It's not that simple." She kept her voice level, she didn't want him to know she was crying. "I didn't do anything we hadn't already done."

Chris laughed on the other end of the phone. It was a bitter laugh, one she'd never heard before and it made her stomach knot.

"The voicemail that plays on an endless loop in my head suggest otherwise."

"I told you, I didn't know he was going to send that."

"Yet, you said it anyway." There was a pause. "You told another man he owned your pussy."

Heat flooded Ashley's face, resting her forehead on the wheel to hide her embarrassment. "It was just sex talk. I didn't mean it." She took a breath, she hadn't expected this conversation to be so difficult. Her shift started in 10 minutes, she needed to wrap it up so she'd have time to look presentable before going in.

"None of that matters right now," she said, determined. "What matters is that I go back there and—"

"It always comes back to that, doesn't it? You finding an excuse to go back and see him."

Her stomach twisted. "That's not fair."

"On that we agree."

"Chris, I just want—"

"Why are we even talking about this? You made it pretty clear when I was in Seattle my opinion on this didn't really matter."

"It's not like that and you know it." She was screaming now, tears streaking down her face as she fought to contain her emotions. "It's just... complicated."

Another pause. Longer this time. When he spoke again, his voice had gone cold.

"Because you told him you loved him."

The color in Ashley's face drained and the world stopped. A bomb detonated in her chest as she closed her eyes and replayed the night at Clayton's. Everything had happened so fast. One minute she was in his office, performing for Tom. The next, she was in his bedroom, her nails digging into his chest, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her. The feeling of him stretching her, filling her, hitting places that made her vision white out. He'd said so many things to her in that moment. Asked her how his cock felt buried inside her, if she loved the way he was able to hit places Chris couldn't. Telling her to say it, to admit it, to worship him with her words the way her body already did.

"Chris, I didn't—" she started, but Chris cut her off.

"Don't, Ash. Just... save it." The fire in his voice had gone. Replaced with an emptiness that made Ashley want to race home and hold him in her arms. "I'm going to get a hotel and crash there tonight. I can't be alone in the house right now."

Her throat closed up. She wanted to scream that he had it all wrong, that they were stronger than this and they could still fix it. But the words wouldn't come. Chris was giving up, and no matter what she said to him, it wouldn't be enough. She needed to find another way.

"Chris, please. Let's just—"

"I have to," he said, adding a quick "I love you," and ending the call before she could say it back.

"I—" but the line was already dead.

Ashley slammed her hands into the dash, letting out a strangling cry. She pulled down the visor mirror and stared at her reflection. Red-rimmed eyes. Mascara streaked down both cheeks. Her face blotchy and swollen. Her shift started in three minutes, and she had no idea where to start.

***

The elevator doors parted with a gentle ding, and Ashley stepped into the familiar chaos of the evening shift change on her floor. She scanned the faces of the nurses sitting around the station hoping that she could get through shift change without anyone she was too familiar with seeing her. Monitors beeped from somewhere down the hall, as each step drew her closer to the circle of women already whispering amongst themselves.

She'd managed to fix her makeup in the car. It was far from perfect but she looked presentable. Foundation covered the worst of the blotchiness, fresh mascara hid the evidence of tears. From a distance she doubted anyone would notice. Up close, anyone paying would be able to see her failed attempt.

"Jesus, Ash." Jen had spotted her before she'd made it ten feet inside the door. Ashley's stomach dropped, not prepared to have this conversation. They hadn't even had time to talk about what transpired at with Ashley and Dave. This was only going to make things more awkward.

"Hey." Ashley's voice came out rough. She cleared her throat. "Didn't know you were working tonight."

"Picked up an extra shift." Jen closed the distance between them, locking their arms together. "You look like hell."

"Thanks." Ashley tried for a smile that probably looked as fake as it felt. "Rough day."

"That may be the understatement of the century. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I..." tears welled in her eyes. "Let's make it through shift change. I'm barely holding it together."

Jen nodded, running her fingers through her friend's hair as they stopped in front of the nurse's station together.

Shift change dragged on forever. The only silver lining to any of it was that Mrs. Johnson was here. She hadn't spoken to the old lady since they had their fallout several weeks ago about the path Ashley was going down. She hated how she left things with her. She couldn't see her favorite patient like this though. First, she had to talk to Jen, get her emotions in check and then she'd go up.

As the circle of nurses broke apart, Jen grabbed Ashley's arm, pulling her toward the empty stairwell.

"Spill it," Jen said as the heavy door thudded shut and a cool breeze whipped over them.

Ashley forced a smile, she was glad she had a friend like Jen. Someone who she could talk to no matter what. She was mad at herself for not reaching out sooner. For thinking that their night together would have affected their friendship. Of course it wouldn't. It was stronger than that. Just like her marriage was... Ashley's composure shattered, she threw herself at Jen and smothering herself in the scent of her perfume and detergent that clung to her scrub top.

"Hey, I got you," Jen whispered as she caught her in her arms. Her hands clutched around Ashley's shoulder blades, stroking her hair softly. She didn't say anything, just continued to comfort her friend until her sobs disappeared into soft whimpers.

After what felt like hours, but was probably no more than five minutes, Jen pulled back to look her friend in the eye. "What's going on?"

"Chris and I had a fight this morning." Ashley's voice came out raw. "He's staying at a hotel tonight."

"Oh, Ash, I'm so sorry." She dropped her hands to Ashley's squeezing them. "It.. it wasn't about what happened with me and Dave, was it?"

"No... no, of course not." Ashley wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. "He enjoyed that night." She tried her best to smile. "We both did."

A look of relief washed of Jen's face. "Does it have something to do with the thumb drive Chris borrowed from Dave?"

On instinct, Ashley's eyes snapped to the front pockets of Jen's scrubs. She let out a breath when she didn't see the outline of a phone. "Kinda..." She wasn't sure how much she could tell Jen. She didn't want to implement her in anything. "There's this guy I've been seeing. Chris's boss."

Heat crept up her neck as she saw the smirk Jen was giving her, but she powered through it. "It started out fun, casual. But now..." Ashley closed her eyes trying to fight back the tears from starting again. "Chris thinks I'm in love with him."

"Are you?"

Ashley took a step back. "Why would you ask me that?"

Jen sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "A couple years ago, when Dave and I just started opening our marriage, I hooked up with Dr. Franklin. You remember him? He transferred about a year ago, used to work in radiology. Had this tribal looking tattoo on his arm."

Ashley nodded. He was easy on the eyes and knew it. Every interaction she had with him felt flirty.

"Anyway, the sex was out of this world. I mean the things that man could do with his tongue." Jen realized the way Ashley was looking at her and laughed embarrassedly. "Anyway, I convinced myself I was in love with him. That Dave and I would never have chemistry like that and I had been missing out my entire life."

Ashley's eyes went wide. "Oh my God. I had no idea."

"Nobody did, except Dave. You know what he said when I told him."

"What?"

Jen laughed, and shook her head. "He said, it's just sex, Jen. You're putting too much stock into it." She smiled. "And he was right. I was. But that's when I realized just how simple of creatures men are."

Ashley raised her eyebrow, confused.

"Men compartmentalize. When Dave sleeps with another woman, it literally means nothing more to him than jerking off in the shower." She saw a look of shock on Ashley's face. "No offense," she quickly added. "His heart just never gets involved unless he lets it."

"But us? We can't separate it that cleanly. The same hormones that make sex feel good also make us bond. Make us attach. Make us confuse physical pleasure with emotional connection." She gripped Ashley's shoulders. "After I broke things off with Dr. Franklin I was devastated for weeks. I blamed Dave, I blamed my parents for insisting I marry so young. But then, I got over it and I realized Dave was right. I didn't love Benji. Hell, I didn't know anything about him other than he'd given me the best orgasms of my life, but I couldn't separate the two. We never had to do the hard stuff together. Would he comfort me if I was sad, or sick? The only time we'd spent together neither of us has clothes on."

There was a long pause in the conversation where neither woman spoke, they just looked at each other with quiet understanding.

"So what happened? You and Dave obviously still..."

Jen laughed. "Dave still has his fun from time to time. I just... watch. It's less complicated that way."

"I don't know what to do, Jen."

"You need to figure out what you want, and then fight for it."

Ashley opened her mouth to respond, but stopped. She needed time to process what Jen had said, what she was feeling.

"Do you need a place to stay? I'm sure Dave would love having you over again." A playful smile tugged on Jen's lips.

"You're such a perv," Ashley responded with a smallest hint of a smile. "I appreciate the gesture. Really I do, but that would probably only make things worse."

"I understand," Jen said, touching her arm. "But if you change your mind I can make him sleep on the sofa and we can have a girls night."

"Thanks," Ashley said, letting her fingers slide across Jen's arms as her collogue made her way to the door. "I'm going to stay here a minute then start to make my rounds."

"Take all the time you need."

***

The next few hours passed on autopilot as Ashley made her rounds. She sent another text to Chris making sure he'd gotten to the hotel alright, but all she got back was a thumbs up emoji. She thought about what Jen said, how so much of what she said mirrored Mrs. Johnson's own advice. Her stomach knotted. She'd been avoiding Mrs. Johnson, too ashamed to face her again. But she was out of excuses, she needed to see her.

As she made her way to the end of the hall where Mrs. Johnson's room was, the supply closet door opened, a hand darting out and pulling her in making her gasp.

The door clicked shut as Ashley's back slammed against it, and The Janitor pressed into her, his yellow teeth shining in the dim light.

"Hey there, princess." His gravelly voice filled the small space. "Been a while."

Heat crawled up Ashley's neck, as a familiar tingle spread between her legs. Memories of their last encounter flooding her mind, the way she'd used him to prove to herself she was in control.

"It has." She kept her voice steady, even as her body betrayed her with flushed cheeks.

He pressed into her, the rigid shape of his cock resting on her thigh. She could smell the cigarette smoke on his coveralls. "I believe you and me have some... unfinished business together." His eyes traveled her body, his thumb sliding under her scrub top and touching her bare skin.

"Not tonight, cowboy," she tried to keep her voice playfully.

"Still doing this little song and dance?" His hand crept higher of her torso brushing the underside of her breast and causing her breath to catch.

"I'm serious," she said, more sternly, as she pushed his hand away. "My life's a mess right now. I need to figure some shit out."

"How bout you let Ol' Charles here, help you with that." He reached up, unfashioning the buckle over his coverall.

Ashley couldn't help but laugh, she'd finally learned his name.

"Sorry to disappoint, big boy. But you're gonna have to fly solo tonight." She stood up straight, and fixed her scrub top.

He took a step back, studying her face, as if he was trying to gauge how serious she was.

"So what, your husband got in your head?" He cocked his head. "Told you to stop having fun?"

"I think I made it pretty clear last time we met, I make my own rules." She stepped toward him now, making him crowd the back wall. "We had a lot of fun... Charles." She placed her hand on his thigh and felt his cock twitch. "That's a real nice toy you got there, but I won't be needing your... services anymore."

He studied her, jaw tight. "So that's it? You're done?"

"I am," she said with a smile, and turning to face the door.

"Have it your way then," he said. She could hear the irritation in his voice. "But if you change your mind—"

"I won't."

Ashley stepped into the hallway, leaving him in the dim supply room. As she closed the door, she let out a long breath, her heart racing.

She'd done it. She'd ended it. On her terms. It wasn't much, but it was a small victory. She hurried down the hall, excited to tell Mrs. Johnson all about it.

The first sign something was wrong came from the cluster of people outside room 408. Then she heard it—the shrill alarm, rapid footsteps, Dr. Patel's voice cutting through the chaos: "Starting compressions!"

Ashley's excitement evaporated. Her legs carried her forward, faster, but everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

She reached the doorway as the crash cart slammed against the wall. Dr. Patel's hands pressed rhythmically into Mrs. Johnson's chest. The old woman's body jerked with each compression, her head lolling to the side, eyes closed.

"Come on," Dr. Patel muttered. "Come on."

Ashley's hand found the doorframe, barely able to keep her legs from giving way. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when she'd finally—

"Charge to 200," Dr. Patel ordered.

The paddles pressed against Mrs. Johnson's chest. Her frail body arched off the bed, then fell back. The monitor showed the same flat line.

"300. Clear!" Another jolt. Another flat line.

Ashley's throat constricted. She'd wasted so much time. Days avoiding this room, too proud to face the woman who'd told her the truth she needed to hear. And now—

"Time of death, 12:17 AM."

Her knees buckled, and she slid down the frame of the door. The noise of the hospital faded away as Ashley watched the doctor cover Mrs. Johnson's face with the sheet. Tears streaked her face before she even realized she'd been crying. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real.

She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping herself in a tight hug. She'd just been laughing, flirting, wasting time in the supply closet with a man whose name she hadn't even known, while Mrs. Johnson—

I was going to tell her. The thought screamed through Ashley's mind. I was going to tell her she was right. That I should have listened.

But Mrs. Johnson would never know. The last thing Mrs. Johnson had seen was Ashley storming out, defensive and angry, choosing to run rather than face the truth.

Arms wrapped around her, pulling her head to Jen's familiar scent.

"Oh, Ash. I'm so sorry." Jen whispered, pulling her close. "I know how much she meant to you."

Ashley buried her face in Jen's shoulder, her body shaking. "I didn't—I never got to—"

"I know. I know."

They sat in the doorway, nurses and doctors moving hurriedly around them. They unhooked machines, whispered their condolences. All moving about their night like it was any other. Ashley couldn't stop seeing Mrs. Johnson's face during their last conversation. The disappointment. The concern.

"Go home," Jen said softly, stroking Ashley's hair. "I'll cover your patients. Take the rest of the night."

"I can't just—"

"Yes, you can." Jen pulled back, looking her in the eyes. "You need to go home, Ash. Process this. I'll cover your other patients."

Ashley nodded numbly, walking back to retrieve her belongings in a haze. She grabbed her phone, pulling up her messages with glassy eyes and shaky hands.

I need you

***

The streetlight above cast everything in sickly yellow. A spotlight illuminating her mistake. A message from above telling her to turn the car around and go home.

She didn't care.

Her hands shook as she gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white against the leather. She welcomed that harsh light. Let it expose her for what she was. She didn't want to think about consequences anymore. Didn't want to explain why she'd left the hospital early or where she'd been for the last hour driving aimlessly through dark streets. Didn't want Chris to lie and say everything was going to be okay, that she'd done all she could, that Mrs. Johnson knew how Ashley felt about her when they both knew better.

No. She pressed her palms harder into the wheel until the pressure burned. She didn't need comfort. Didn't need someone to hold her while she cried and processed her feelings. She needed her mind to shut off. Needed what Jen had described earlier: sex that nothing more than jerking off in the shower. Mechanical. Thoughtless. A release valve for pressure with nowhere else to go.

That's why she sat outside Clayton's house instead of the hotel where Chris was probably still nursing his anger. Because Clayton wouldn't ask questions. Wouldn't want her to explain or heal or talk through what she was feeling. He'd rip her scrubs off, slide that magnificent cock inside her with the single-minded intensity he always had, and make her forget. At least for a few hours. Every fucked up decision that had led her to this moment could disappear into pure sensation.

Mrs. Johnson's face flickered behind her eyelids. The sheet being pulled up. Time of death, 12:17 AM.

Ashley opened the car door before she could change her mind.

The walk to his door happened in fragments. The slam of the car door. The hoot of an owl watching her make the ill-fated mistake. The way the porch light came on as she neared, and caused her to shield her eyes. The way Clayton's eyes traveled over her body before his gaze locked with her. Not one of pity, but of hunger. A hunger that Ashley craved right now, more than ever.

"You took your time getting here," he said, just as callous as always, although she could sense a hint of tenderness in his voice.

"I wasn't sure I was coming," she said, her throat constricting as she tried to push past him.

He pressed her against the frame of the door, his hard body tight against hers. "You're lying and we both know it." His gaze bore a hole in her chest and in that moment she would have done anything he said. She half hoped he'd tell her to drop to her knees before she entered.

Instead, he took a step back, letting her pass through the door. She walked toward the kitchen as the finality of the door closing behind her rang in her ears.

"Does Chris know you're here?"

She shook her head.

"Why not?" He was right behind her now. She could almost feel the heat of his body against her.

"I... he thinks I'm still at work."

"Because I have something he can't give you." Clayton corrected, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her neck. Which begs the question... What is it you need Ashley?"

She spun in his arms, hooking her arms around his neck. Tears pricked the back of her eyes, as anger swelled in her chest. She needed to shut him up. She didn't want his questions, or his tenderness. Not tonight. "Are you going to spend all night asking me questions, or are you going to fuck me?"

A calculated smile spread across his face, his pupils growing wider and darker. "You've come so far since the first time you were here."

Before she could respond he pressed against her, pinning her against the island. He fisted her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin and she hissed in response before he bit down harder on her soft flesh.

"You're mine, Ashley. Every inch of you belong to me. Every strand of hair." He pulled harder, making her neck bend awkwardly. "Every freckle." His fingers slipped under her scrub top, and pressed hard on the birthmark on her right hip. "Every breath."

He crashed his mouth to hers, stealing the air in her lungs as his tongue invaded her mouth. Ashley melted into the kiss, silent tears streaking her cheeks as her tongue wrestled with his. This was what she needed. This would turn her mind off and allow her the quiet she was hoping for.

The kiss ended just as abruptly as it started and left her gasping against the island.

"What else is mine?"

Her cheeks burned with shame. For a heartbeat she thought about Chris. About the fight they had, and how the words seemed to hurt him more than the act itself. "My... my pussy." Heat flooded her core even as she hung her head. Mrs. Johnson was right about her.

"Fucking right. Now, strip." The tone in his voice left no room for questions. Her hands trembled as they moved to the hem of her scrub top. Clayton's smirk widened, as he untucked his shirt, never allowing his gaze to leave her body.

He leaned back against the counter opposite her, tossing her shirt to the floor. He licked his lips in anticipation when her scrub top joined his, her fingers already reaching back to unclasp her bra. "You're eager tonight. That's good. I have big plans for you."

Her pulse raced. Despite the cool air blowing from the vent above, Ashley's body was on fire. Clayton's taunts ringing in her ear. "Wh... what kind of plans?" She wanted to match his taunts with something clever, wanted to maintain some semblance of control through their usual verbal sparring. But her head wasn't in it. The words wouldn't come. Instead, she slid the bra from her arms and dropped in on the floor in front of her.

"The kind where you do everything I say without question. Now, look at me."

She forced her eyes up to meet his. The intensity there made her stomach clench. Cool air hit her nipples, making them tighten, but she barely felt it under the heat of his stare.

"Keep going," he said, reaching for the button of his pants.

Her breath hitched as she pushed the scrub bottoms down, taking her underwear with them. Normally, she would make a show of it. Spin around with her thumbs hooked in the waistband of some skimpy thong. Today, she wore beige granny panties, and she felt anything but playful.

When she stood, she was completely naked. Exposed in his kitchen. She expected to see his eyes grow dark with desire. For him to pounce on her without giving her a second to collect herself. That was what she needed.

Instead, his hand stilled on his zipper. His nose crinkling, and his eyes pinching together as if he saw through the charade she was putting on.

"Ashley." His voice came out softer than before and her chest ached.

Something was different. The way he said her name, the tension in his shoulders, the almost imperceptible hesitation before his fingers moved again on his zipper. This wasn't the same controlled, calculating Clayton from every other encounter.

She avoided eye contact, focused on his cock as it sprung free, as thick and hard as ever. When she looked back into his eyes, the gentleness she thought she saw before had dissolved. "Turn around, and bend over the counter," he ordered.

Ashley's body obeyed before her mind could catch up. The cold marble pressed against her overheated skin, shocking and grounding at once. She braced her palms flat against the surface, her heart hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Behind her, she heard the rustle of fabric, the soft thud of his jeans hitting the floor. She couldn't see him anymore, couldn't read his expression or anticipate his next move. The vulnerability of the position made her thighs tremble.

This was what she needed. What she'd driven here for. He was going to take her, use her, make everything else disappear.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" His hand pressed against the small of her back, his cock positioned right at her entrance. Her body came alive with anticipation, her juices covering his manhood with need.

"You chose me over your husband." His teeth brushed against her ear, his cock still poised against her lips. "You chose me, because you lo—"

"Ooooh fuck, yesssss." Ashley drove her hips back, savoring the way Clayton stretched her, the fullness of him. Her fingers splayed against the marble. She was setting the pace not him, and she barely gave her body a second to adjust before she slammed back against his rock-hard body.

Clayton gritted his teeth. Her sudden out burst may have caught him by surprise, but his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and he quickly gained his bearing. "Look at you," he taunted. "So desperate for it you couldn't even wait. You must have wanted it bad." He drew his hand back, slamming it down on her ass.

"Uhhhh, harder, baby." The pain shot through her, adding to the overwhelming sensation building in her core. Her body was pulling Clayton deeper, hugging him tighter than she could remember. Her palms pressed against the cool marble, lurching her body backward, craving more.

"Jesus, you're soaked." He swatted her ass again, the print of his hand visible on her tan skin as he drove into her. If she wanted it hard, that was certainly something he could accommodate.

His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until she was forced to look up at him. "You're going to do everything you're told tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'd—" She choked on the words. "I'd do anything."

"Good girl." The praise sent heat flooding through her despite herself. He released her hair and drove back into her, hard and deep, and her entire body lit up with sensation.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby. Make me cum." Ashley closed her eyes, trying to focus on the feeling building low in her stomach.

"Chris can't make you feel like this, can he? He can't touch the spots I touch. No one can." Without waiting for her response, he thrust harder into her, perfectly angled, making stars burst behind her eyes.

"Yes. Oh, God. Yes. Just like that." She whimpered against the counter, her left hand sliding between her legs and finding clit. "Mmm fuck. Don't stop."

Seeing Ashley play with herself while he fucked her sent Clayton into overdrive. He used her hair to pull her upper body up from the counter, then with his free hand cupped her breast. He could feel her pussy pulsing against his shaft, her release nearing. He rolled her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, smirking as her hips continued their urgent rhythm into him.

"I'm going to fuck you all night, Ashley. You're going to do everything I say. Experience pleasure you've never experienced."

"NNnnghh." Words were too hard to form. Her fingers worked her swollen nub faster, fireworks exploding behind her eyes. She didn't care. Clayton could say anything right now and she would agree to it. A night of nothing but this, was exactly what she needed.

A needy whine escaped her lips as Clayton pulled her nipple so hard it hurt. His cock seemed to grow inside her, knowing exactly what her body craved. His powerful, jackhammering strokes set every nerve ending in her body on fire. Her hand grew damp with sweat and slipped from the island, her body being held up entirely now by the hand in her hair and the cock inside her.

"Oh God, Clayton. I'm gonna cum, baby. Ohhhh fuck."

He pulled her upright, her back against his chest, one hand around her throat and the other squeezing her tit. "Do it. Cum for me Ashley. Cum all over my cock."

His movements intensified, pushing them both closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum inside you. Because you're mine. Your pussy is mine."

"YES... oh fuck, baby. It's yours. It's all fucking yours. Mmmm Nggghgh" Her body lit up like a fuse. Her words devolving into animalistic grunts as the orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body went rigid, her head falling back onto Clayton's shoulder.

Just as the massive orgasm began to subside, she felt Clayton swell inside her and a second, smaller, orgasm crashed through her as she felt him unload inside her. Each rope was like a burst of energy pulsing through her overstimulated body and all she could do was moan as each one ripped through her.

When he finally slipped out of her, Ashley gave a satisfied groan, and felt his seed immediately begin to slide down her leg.

"Upstairs in the bedroom you'll find a blindfold on the bed," Clayton said from behind her as she slumped exhausted on the cool counter. "Put it on and wait for me."

Her mind reeled. Why did she need a blindfold? She'd never used one before, but she'd always heard it helped heighten the pleasure. She wasn't sure how it could possibly be heightened but being able to hide behind a mask right now felt like the perfect solution, and she nodded in agreement but didn't move.

"Now." He slapped her ass again causing her to yelp, as a fresh glob of cum dropped from her thighs and she scurried out of the kitchen on shaky legs.

***

Clayton watched her bounce up the stairs, the angry red hand prints on her ass acting like a beacon in the dimly lit house. He stood in the silence of the kitchen, his fingers tapping the cool marble slab under his hand.

Why did she text him? He wanted to believe it was because she finally realized he could give her things Chris couldn't. That submitting to him was her ultimate desire. But he'd seen something in her eyes when she'd stripped. The pain behind her eyes.

He walked over to the faucet, his flaccid cock swinging freely between his legs. He could still feel her pulse around it. The way her pussy gripped him as she came. He took a sip of water, trying to connect the dots.

The normal banter they shared was gone. Was it because she was finally submitting to him fully, or something else? He poured another glass of water as he considered what his father had told him. The FBI was closing in, ready to make an arrest. His jaw clenched. Chris had been there earlier in the week trying to gather information. Was she playing him? Was she working with Chris?

He knew it wasn't improbable that she was here for the same reason as her husband, but he couldn't understand what that reason was. Chris had very obviously tried to get Clayton to admit to something. But Ashley barely spoke even when Clayton tried to get her to.

The air conditioner kicked on, blowing cool air across his naked torso. He took a step toward the stairs and paused. Was she up there right now planting a listening device? He made a mental note to sweep the bedroom after she'd left then laughed inwardly as he saw his phone laying on the sofa. In the off chance that Ashley was planting a listening device in his room, someone was about to get one hell of a show.

The phone unlocked with a soft click the second he lifted it to his face. He quickly went to messages, and pulled up his conversation with Katie.

Clayton: Change of plans. Are you free tonight? Now, actually.

He watched the screen. It was after midnight. There was a decent chance she was already in bed, but then he saw three dots appear and his cock stirred.

Katie: Now? You have to give a girl some warning. I'm not dressed.

Clayton: You're saying that like it's a negative.

He glanced up at the ceiling where his bedroom was. Did she already have the blindfold on? Was she laying on the bed naked and waiting for him. His phone buzzed in his hand bringing him back to the present.

Katie: You're impossible. Give me 15 minutes.

A satisfied smile lit up his face.

Clayton: Just let yourself in when you get here and head to the bedroom. Quietly.

He set the phone down, his gaze drifting back up the steps. It was time to ensure Ashley was ready for him.

***

The drive to Clayton's house took less than fifteen minutes. More than once Katie picked up her phone to tell him she had changed her mind, and each time she set it back down without texting. It wasn't unusual for him to call her late for a bootie call, but this was different. He'd changed plans at the last minute, made it sound urgent. And then there was the cryptic talk about another woman.

She felt herself dampen under the red dress she'd slipped on. She hadn't been with a woman in years, yet one call from Clayton and she was willing to revisit that part of her life? She blamed Tom, and his persistence. She blamed Chris for the way he served her up to Tom, unknowingly or not. She blamed Clayton for bringing out this side of her almost a year ago.

The house came into view and a flutter of butterflies erupted in her stomach. She wasn't sure what she was walking into. She was pretty sure she wasn't misinterpreting the situation, but she had no idea who this other person was, or why that thought made her rub her thighs together.

She slipped out of the car, opting to wear flats instead of heels. Her pulse raced as she reached the door, her hand shaking when she found it unlocked and pushed it open. This was insane. She should just call out to him and let her presence known. Instead, she found herself creeping up the stairs listening for anything that may resemble someone being in the quiet space.

As she reached the top step, she saw Clayton's bedroom door at the end of the hall. It was partially open, a soft glow of light spilling out from behind it. She could hear her heartbeat faster as she neared, the sound magnifying with each step. As she pushed the door open, she froze, her eyes growing wide.

A woman was laying on Clayton's bed. Naked with nothing but a blindfold on. Her body was flawless. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow. Her chest rising and falling in short breaths, her nipples like little pink erasers on her chest. Katie's eyes continued to travel over the woman's body, her own arousal growing by the second. The woman was shaved bare. Her lips were red and puffy, white liquid dripping from inside it.

Katie's breath caught. Clayton had already fucked her. Then left her there naked on the bed waiting for Katie, but why?

Movement from the other side of the room caught her attention as Clayton stepped out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born. He had that usual cocky smile on his face as he watched Katie take in the scene in front of her.

He brought one finger to his lips. Shhh.

Katie's legs trembled. She should leave. Should turn around and walk out and pretend this never happened. But Clayton was already moving toward her, his hand finding the small of her back. She stood there frozen, just watching the woman on the bed, even as Clayton began to lower the straps of Katie's dress.

Katie's dress slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She was naked underneath, and she watched as Clayton's eyes went wide with approval. The cool air raised goosebumps across her skin, but heat radiated from her core. She stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes locked on the blindfolded woman sprawled across Clayton's bed.

Clayton pulled her closer, his cock pressed against her stomach, wet with the arousal of another woman. Katie's face burned with jealousy. She bit her lip, looking at the woman on the bed, wondering what sounds she made as Clayton drove into her. The jealousy only fueled her arousal and when she felt Clayton's grip slide to her shoulders, she wasted no time going to her knees.

Up close she could see the salty cum oozing from the tip. She licked her lips, her hand stretching around the base of his shaft. It wasn't ideal, but it was exactly what she needed to keep herself from falling into another one of Tom's traps. She knew he was manipulating the situation, her, the woman on the bed. They were just play things right now, pawns in whatever fucked up game Clayton was playing, but right now, she didn't care.

Clayton had started without her, he had made Katie feel like the runner up. Well, she was about to show him exactly why she should have been the first person he called. Without hesitation she hungrily swallowed his cock, her tongue coating every inch of his thick shaft. Her gaze locked with his, and she smiled as she saw his eye roll to the back of his head. The heat building inside her burned brighter, and she extended her tongue teasing his sack as she took him deeper.

"Play with yourself," Clayton commanded.

Katie's breath caught. Her mouth stopping as she looked at his face. Was he talking to her or—?

On the bed, the woman's hand drifted between her legs without hesitation. A soft moan escaped her lips as her finger slowly circled the bundle of nerves between her legs.

Katie watched, transfixed, as the blindfolded woman's fingers parted her glistening folds and found her center. The soft, breathy moan that escaped those lips sent electricity through Katie's body.

When her eyes went back to Clayton, she realized he was watching her. His eyes were dark with lust as he waited for Katie to obey.

Heat flooded Katie's face as her own hand slipped to her wet core. Her wetness had been growing since she'd read his text. Since she'd changed into this dress. Since she'd walked through his door knowing another woman would be here.

"Good," Clayton murmured, his hand wrapping in her hair. "You look so fucking sexy right now."

On the bed, the woman's breath quickened, her hips rolling in small circles against her hand. Katie's fingers matched the rhythm unconsciously, her eyes glued to the stranger's movements as her tongue danced around the crown of Clayton's shaft.

Katie put everything she had into that blowjob. Her free hand massaged his balls as she took him deeper in her mouth. She panted and practically begged for his cum, her whimpers drowned out by the woman on the bed. She expected to feel Clayton's cock pulse any minute now his heavy balls to draw tight against his shaft as she nearly gagged herself on it. Instead, she felt his hands in her hair, pulling her to her feet.

When he took a step back and turned her to face the bed fully, Katie knew exactly what he wanted. Her legs trembled as she approached the bed, her own desire now leaking down her leg. She could smell the woman's arousal as her knees touched the bed, could hear the soft whimpers of her voice as she drew herself closer to orgasm. Her skin was flush, and a light sweat had formed on the woman's skin. She licked her lips and looked back at Clayton one last time. He gave an approving nod.

She lowered her mouth.

***

"Ohhhh fuck." Ashley gripped the sheet, lifting her hips off the bed as Clayton's tongue found her clit. What she'd heard had been true, it really was a completely different experience when you're blindfolded. Clayton's tongue felt lighter, gentler. It was like he was lighting every nerve in her body up. Instead of the usual rough treatment, he took his time, he teased her clit, hitting it with warm air before dipping his tongue between her folds.

"Mmmm, yes like that, baby. God that feels amazing." The feather touch of his tongue was sending goosebumps over Ashley's entire body. It wasn't until his tongue dipped fully into her folds that she realized something was off.

She could still feel his cum dripping down her ass. Yet his tongue swabbed at it, causing her body to shake with need. But Clayton would never do that. He was too proud too... something wasn't right.

"Ahhh. Wa... wait." The tongue inside her redoubled its efforts. sucking lightly on her clit and making her objections turn into cries of passion.

"You said you'd do anything I asked tonight, remember?" she heard Clayton say. But his voice was coming from the head of the bed. His hand tangled in her hair, making her gasp and left her hips, welcoming the mystery mouth.

"Now prove to me you meant it." She felt his cock brush against her cheek. Another strangled moan left her lips, before she took his shaft into his mouth.

He was right. She'd told him in the kitchen she would do anything. All she cared about in that moment was shutting up the voices in her head, and right now they were blissfully silent. The tongue lapped at her juices with a softness she'd only ever experienced once... with Jen.

She moaned around Clayton's shaft, taking him deeper in her mouth as the realization hit her. Whoever was between her legs wasn't Tom, it was a woman. The thought was oddly comforting to her and she spread her legs wider, welcoming the gentle caress.

Her free hand found Clayton's and she intertwined her fingers with his. The woman between her legs seemed to sense the shift in the air and Ashley's growing consent. Her fingers danced across Ashley's clit as she slurping noises filled the air.

"Fuck, she's wet." Ashley heard the woman say, making her cheeks tint pink.

"Why don't you let me show her how it's done." The woman taunted, pushing two fingers inside Ashley's trembling sex and making her cry out around the cock in her mouth.

"A wonderful idea," Clayton said, she could hear the smugness in his voice.

The weight on the bed shifted, and Ashley sighed in frustration as the tongue and fingers on her vanished. Clayton slid his hands from her hair, and removed the blindfold slowly.

As blinked several times, the dim light in the room too harsh for her eyes. When her vision came into focus she saw the other woman lying next to her on the bed, her long nails tickling Clayton's thigh as he moved his cock from Ashley's mouth.

Ashley's eyes went wide, she knew this woman. She'd seen her and Clayton together in his office all those months ago. It was Katie.

For the first time since arriving at Clayton's house Ashley felt guilt wash over her. She watched Katie, holding her breath and praying the other woman didn't recognize her. If she did, she didn't show it. She gave Ashley a lazy smile and then reached out, taking Clayton into her mouth.

For several seconds Ashley just watched, too dazed and confused to do anything else. The guilt she'd expected never fully materialized. Katie didn't know who she was. Everything was fine. Or nothing was fine. Ashley couldn't tell anymore.

She bit her lip as Katie's mouth worked Clayton's shaft, but the arousal felt distant, muted. Like watching through frosted glass. Mrs. Johnson's face kept flickering behind her eyes, calling time of death on her marriage.

***

"Switch," Clayton commanded, his breathing growing shallower.

Reluctantly, Katie pulled off with a soft pop, spit still glistening on his shaft. Ashley stared at it for a moment, her mind blank. Do something. She needed to do something. Anything to stop thinking.

Clayton's hand pressed against the back of her head. No pressure, just there. Waiting. Ashley leaned forward and took him in her mouth, the familiar weight on her tongue grounding her. She focused on the stretch of her jaw, the salt-musk taste, the rhythm.

"Ohhh fuck," Clayton moaned above her.

The familiar sound sparked something low in her belly, and the only thing she cared about in that moment was hearing it again. She felt Katie's mouth on his balls, heard Clayton's groan vibrate through his shaft, and that warmth spread. Her body knew what to do. Her tongue lapped at his cock, taking it deeper into her throat and making her gag. This seemed to drive Katie mad with jealousy and she sucked and nibbled on her large balls making him groan in pleasure.

They switched again, and Katie took over before Ashley's tongue was even off his shaft. Her lips felt swollen, sensitized. Her nipples had gone hard without her noticing. Between her legs, heat pooled and spread. She watched Katie perform, try to take Clayton as deep as Ashley had, but she choked half way down and came up gasping for air. Ashley took back over taking Clayton to the root, feeling the other woman's eyes on her.

"Fuck, you two are incredible," he moaned, as Katie pushed her tongue into his mouth.

"You've been having all the fun lover," Katie whined, as she gave his nipple a teasing lick as she sat up straight on the bed pulling him into another kiss. "Everyone else has gotten a turn but me."

Ashley barely registered that the two had stopped kissing and Katie had pulled away. She felt Clayton pull away and she gave a whimper of disappointment, her eyes closing as she tried to savor the sensation. When hands touched her chest she leaned into them, happy to have the stimulation. When lips grazed hers, she opened her mouth welcoming, not thinking about who or why, just the softness, the different taste, the gentle pressure.

Katie's fingers traced down her arms and Ashley shivered, every nerve ending alive and electric. She was vaguely aware she was being positioned, guided, and a small part of her knew exactly why, but she went willingly all the same. Here was the quiet she'd been desperate for. Here was the escape.

Her lips found the soft skin of Katie's thigh, her hip. Katie tried to shift her body, to get Ashley to taste her, but Ashley wasn't ready. She focused on the salty tang of sweat on her leg. The smoothness of her skin unlike any man she'd ever been with. Katie's fingers threaded through her hair and Ashley's core clenched with need. Then, Clayton gripped her hips and she let out a needy sigh.

His cock pressed against her, he was still slick from earlier and so hard. Her body responded with a deep, visceral hunger. She found herself not breathing waiting for what she knew only he could give her.

"You want it, don't you?" His voice was rough, teasing.

"Yes.... please," Ashley whimpered, reaching between her legs in search of Clayton's shaft.

"First you have to do something for me. Katie was so nice to you when she got here." He continued to rock against her, watching as Ashley desperately tried to find the right angle to take him. "It only seems right that you return the favor."

Ashley's breath stuttered. Her hips rolled back, seeking him, but he held just out of reach. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy ached. She was so close to the oblivion she needed, so close to the silence, and he was making her wait. Making her earn it.

Katie's fingers tightened in her hair, gently pulling her down toward her wet tunnel.

"Fuck me, baby, please," Ashley moaned, kissing across Katie's thigh. She could feel the slick of her juices as she got to her inner thigh. Her mind screaming that this was too far. She'd never tasted another woman. It would be a first she would experience without Chris.

The thought of him alone in his hotel room raced to the front of her mind and Ashley blinked it away desperately wanting to block out the noise. Her body was screaming for release, she didn't want to think.

Instead, she stuck out her tongue. Her senses were immediately assaulted with the sweet, tangy taste of Katie.

"Ohhh, yes. Just like that," Katie encouraged, grabbing a handful of Ashley's hair and lifting her hips to meet the timid tongue.

As promised, Clayton drove his hips forward, the slap of his hips meetings Ashley's ample ass echoed through the room causing her to moan into the sweet heat of Katie's pussy. It enveloped him with little resistance, her warmth welcoming the hard rod that had given it countless orgasms.

"Yesss, oh, Mmmph," Ashley moaned, as Katie's juices smeared across her face. Ashley rocked her hips back meeting Clayton's thrusts with vigor. Her reservations about Katie seemed to melt away with each hard thrust from Clayton and soon she drilled two fingers into the other woman's pussy, switching her lips and tongue back to Katie's swollen clit.

"Mmmm yes. Fuck, just like that," Katie encouraged, her hips rising and following to the same rhythm as Clayton's pace. Ashley could feel how close she was. Perhaps it was female intuition, or simply the way Katie’s body clenched around her fingers, drawing her in with greedy, wet pulses that made Ashley feel as though she might drown in her.

Ashley bent lower, following the tremor in Katie’s breath, tasting the heat that rose off her skin. Every sigh, every tightening of muscle seemed to echo inside Ashley, feeding a need she couldn’t name. Katie's whimpers grew to a crescendo that seemed to heightened Ashley's experience.

"Make her cum," Clayton encouraged, propping his leg onto the bed for leverage and pushing harder into Ashley.

"Mmmmppphhh." Ashley's jaw ached as the other woman ground her hips into her, using Ashley's entire face to apply constant pressure to her clit.

Clayton and Ashley synched-up, matching stroke for stroke. He'd push deep inside her, and Ashley would run her tongue across Katie's clit until all that was coming from Katie were animalistic grunts. She was a bomb without a fuse about to explode. Just when it looked like everyone's pleasure was at it's peak, Clayton pressed his thumb to Ashley's asshole on the final shove. Ashley closed her mouth around her clit, sucking down and moaning incoherently.

Katie exploded, screaming until she lost her voice. Her pussy rippled and pulsed around Ashley's invading fingers. The new sensation was unlike anything Ashley had ever experienced. A smaller orgasm tore through her, flooding her body with endorphins and making her see white.

Katie crawled out from under Ashley, her face red. "Holy shit," she said with a grin. "You're a natural." Without missing a beat she pulled Ashley into a deep kiss.

Clayton smiled, taking a step back, his cock slipping from Ashley as he watched the two women make-out like they were the closest of lovers. He reached out, running his fingers across the soft curves of each woman making them break their kiss.

Katie gave him an excited grin, and lowered Ashley onto the back. "I can see in your eyes exactly what you want," she giggled as Clayton stepped back toward the bed. "Geez, you boys are all the same." She straddled Ashley, rotating around until they formed a girl-on-girl sixty-nine. She reached out stroking Clayton's still hard cock and lathering it with her tongue before dipping head head to Ashley's waiting snatch and making the beauty cry out in ecstasy.

Clayton didn't need any further encouragement. He watched a second longer as Katie's tongue danced of Ashley's clit then pushed forward driving back into her with a single thrust.

"Ohhhhh. Oh Fffff. Nnnnggghh," Ashley roared as Katie lowered her hips, muffling her cries. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Katie's skillful tongue licked at her throbbing clit as Clayton's bare cock split her in two. Every inch of her body felt like it was being consumed in a fire. The orgasm building inside her threatening to consume her.

After several thrusts, Clayton pulled his hips back, unsheathing himself from Ashley's tight grasp and Katie greedily sucked him into her mouth. Ashley could hear the other woman choking, could visualize the hard throat fucking Clayton was giving her, and it made her whine in jealousy, desperate for another release.

"Fffffuuuuck. Oh, oh my fffuuucking..." Clayton slammed back into her, Katie's lips gently sucking on her clit. Ashley lifted her hips, desperate for more contact, deeper penetration. She turned her head to the side, unable to get enough oxygen as Katie's hips slammed down into her.

"I'm gonna. Ohhh fuck, don't stop, baby."

Clayton grunted, not wanting this wild night to end, knowing that tomorrow would be one of the worst days of his life. But his orgasm was inevitable. Katie reached down gripping and pulling at his balls as he fucked Ashley, a white milky foam beginning to build around his pistoning shaft that Katie was more than happy to lap up.

"Fffffuuuuck. Oh, oh my fffuuucking..."

Clayton watched enthralled as her body quivered on his cock. Katie's lips locked around her clit as he thrust one final time. Her pussy held his cock clamped in a death grip, compressing it into immobility. Katie moaned in delight as she watched his cock swell and the first pulse push deep into Ashley. The quaking wife screamed as the contracting walls of her sex were pierced by Clayton's huge cock.

After the third rope, Clayton was able to dislodge himself from Ashley's grip. The next blast hit Katie's cheek causing her to giggle in surprise and take him in her mouth.

"Mmmm fuck," Clayton said, through gritted teeth as he pumped the rest of his seed into Katie's mouth, ensuring she swallowed every last drop. When he was sure she'd swallowed the last drop, he staggered backward on shaky legs.

"Holy shit," he laughed looking at the two women exhausted on his bed. His cum was leaking from Ashley's swollen pussy, Katie's face also dripping as she laid completely spent between her lover's legs.

He reached for his phone snapping several pictures of the scene before him. "How do you think Chris will react when he sees these?" He taunted. Ashley stiffened, but otherwise didn't make a sound, too lost in oblivion to comprehend what Clayton had said.

"Chris?" Katie said, confused. "Oh shit!" Her eyes grew wide and she leapt from the bed nearly falling over. "You're... you're Ashley, aren't you?"

Ashley sucked in air, her body starting to stir as the implications of what Katie was saying started to clear through the fog.

"Calm down," Clayton started, but Katie pushed past him reaching for her dress.

"Calm down? Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus, Clayton I don't know what kind of fucked up harem situation you think you're running, but I don't want any part of it." She yanked the dress down her body, tears welling in her eyes.

"It's not like that. Katie, will you just—"

"Not like that? What's it like then, Clayton? You, Chris, Tom—you all just pass women around like fucking party favors, don't you? Doesn't matter if we work for you. Doesn't matter if we're married to you." Her eyes found Ashley's, and Ashley flinched from the contempt there. "We're all just interchangeable."

"That's not—" Clayton started.

"Save it." Katie grabbed her shoes from the floor. At the doorway, she stopped, her back rigid. "I knew when you called it would be a mistake. But I never thought you'd stoop this low." She looked back once more, her gaze moving between them. "His fucking wife, Clayton. You made me..."

She didn't finish. The door slammed hard enough to rattle the frame.

After Katie stormed out, Clayton turned back to Ashley who was sitting up on the bed.

"I... I should go too," she said quietly, with little emotion.

He tilted his head, walking toward her and wrapping her into a hug. The second her head touched the coolness of his skin she burst into tears. Loud sobs that caught Clayton off guard.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his fingers combing gently through her damp, tangled hair. “Please… don’t go. Not like this.”

She wanted to argue, to pull away, to reclaim some piece of herself. Instead, she let exhaustion drag her down into darkness, Clayton's heartbeat steady beneath her ear. Tomorrow she'd face the consequences. Tomorrow she'd figure out how to tell Chris. Tomorrow she'd mourn Mrs. Johnson properly.

But tonight, just for tonight, she turned off her brain.

Eventually, he guided her down onto her back and lay beside her, his hand ghosting through her hair. Little by little, the sharp edges of her crying dulled. The silence between them grew heavier, her breathing slowed, and after a long while, the sound of soft, even breaths told him she had finally drifted to sleep.