Newlyweds New Desires

The hamburgers sizzled on the grill, as the sun began to set. Chris flipped a burger, scanning the backyard with a sense of pride. He and Ashley had spent the majority of the day rearranging patio furniture until she thought everything was just right. The shrubs and small garden had been meticulously trimmed and pruned, a visual representation of just how far they'd come. Ashley had told Chris everything had to be perfect, and as he looked out over the yard it felt like it was exactly that.

Ashley emerged with a tray of deviled eggs, placing it on a table laden with dishes she'd spent all day preparing. She ran her hands over her dress, to try to calm her nerves. This gathering was their chance to solidify their new social standing. "That's the last of it." She placed a hand on her hip and looked over the yard.

Chris paused to admire her, still breathtaken by her beauty. He walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. His hands pressed into her back between her shoulder blades. As they embraced, she reminded him again about his "special present" later, causing Chris to flush.

"Christ, Ash," he muttered, "you can't say things like that just before people arrive." His cock started to swell and press against her leg.

Ashley laughed, "I thought you liked showing me off? Besides, it seems like somebody likes the idea." She ran her hand gently along his length to emphasize her point.

Chris forced a smile. "I love that I married the hottest girl on Earth, but let's not scare off the neighbors just yet." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "Besides, tonight, I want you all to myself."

The doorbell rang, and they exchanged an excited, nervous glance ending the playful banter.

"Let's get this over with so I can ravage you," Chris said, squeezing Ashley's butt with a smirk before greeting their first guests.

The backyard quickly filled with the buzz of conversation and laughter as friends, coworkers, and neighbors arrived. Chris moved through the crowd, playing the role of charming host, but his eyes kept darting to the gate. He knew Clayton would be arriving soon, and the thought filled him with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

Clayton's imposing frame appeared at the entrance to the backyard, almost as though he had been summoned by Chris's thoughts. He paused, surveying the scene before him, the same cocky grin spread across his face. In one hand he held a six-pack of expensive craft beer; in the other, a box of cigars.

"Now this is my kind of party," Clayton announced, making his way towards Chris. "None of that stuffy cocktail hour bullshit."

Forcing a smile, Chris accepted the beer Clayton offered him. "Glad you could make it, man. Burgers are almost ready." Chris did his best to not just hide the anxiety building inside him, but forget about it all together.

Ashley, caught up in a conversation nearby, hadn't yet realized Clayton had arrived. But as she laughed at something her friend said, she felt that familiar prickle at the back of her neck. She turned, her eyes locking with Clayton's just as he took a drink.

"Ashley," Clayton said, walking toward her and giving her a kiss her cheek. "You look absolutely ravishing."

Chris stood motionless, staring at this scene. The moment when Clayton's hand slid across her arm, the air around Chris seemed to thicken. His breath caught in his throat, and time seemed to slow down as the still frame of seconds each lengthened to eternity while Chris just stood there, watching.

A warm flush crept up Ashley's neck as Clayton's lips brushed against her cheek. The compliment made her belly twist with butterflies. Images from the last time together flashed through her brain in Technicolor: scorching heat from bodies close, the taste of him upon her tongue. Blinking, she looked up to catch his intense stare.

Automatically, Ashley's gaze darted to Chris; a jolt of thrill went through her recognizing what looked like arousal in his eyes. The tension in his clenched jaw and the way his fingers tightened around the spatula seemed to hint at excitement, maybe even possessiveness. In reality, Chris was torn between passion and uncertainty

"Chris, honey!" she called out, her voice light and teasing. "The burgers are burning!"

Chris startled, jerking back to the present moment. "Shit," he muttered, quickly flipping the sizzling patties.

Ashley gave Clayton an apologetic smile. "Duty calls," she said, gesturing to the gathering crowd. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll catch up with you both later."

As Ashley moved away to play the gracious hostess, Clayton sidled up to the grill, casually popping open two beers. He handed one to Chris with an easy grin, his mind racing beneath the calm exterior.

"So, how's it feel being king of the castle?" Clayton asked, gesturing to the backyard filled with laughing guests. He watched Chris carefully, he knew he was still feeling some reservations about last week. He had hoped that by now we would have come to terms with what happened and accepted his new role.

Chris accepted the beer gratefully, taking a long pull before answering. "It's... surreal, honestly. Sometimes I still can't believe this is our life now."

Clayton nodded, his expression thoughtful. "It's a big change, alright. You've come far. Ashley seems to be adjusting to the role well," he said with a smile as he watched her ass bouce as she went from guest to guest. He kept his tone casual, but inwardly, he was scrutinizing every micro-expression on Chris's face.

Chris shrugged, focusing on the grill. "Yeah, it's been nice not having to sweat the small stuff anymore. Just hope we can keep up, you know?"

"I hear that," Clayton said, his tone sympathetic while his mind worked overtime. He needed to find an in. He wanted Chris to finally admit that not only did he enjoy what happened but he wanted it to happen again.

"Must be a lot to process..." his eyes hadn't left Ashley's ass. "The change, I mean. How are you holding up with everything?"

Chris hesitated, and Clayton's internal alarms blared. That pause spoke volumes. "Yeah, everything has kind of taken off very quickly. It's a lot to process," Chris lied, flipping another burger. "But I'm managing."

"Well, I'm always here to help guide you. You can trust me with anything, Ashley too."

Chris nodded, forcing a smile. He noted Clayton's word choice and couldn't help but think there was more than one meaning to them. "Thanks, man. I appreciate that."

The two friends shared a quiet moment as burgers sizzled on the grill and a warm breeze swept through. Chris considered bringing up his conversation earlier in the week with Ashley. Making sure Clayton understood and respected the boundaries. But each time he started, the words caught in his throat, just as they had when Ashley mentioned their threesome.

Clayton, meanwhile, kept his eyes trained on Ashley. He remained committed to reaping the rewards of his careful groundwork. He could sense Ashley's growing receptiveness to the idea of their relationship evolving, even if she wasn't consciously aware of it. Chris, however, presented a more formidable challenge, he still wanted to deny his true feelings. His true place in this new...relationship.

"We've got a great life here, my friend," Clayton said, breaking the silence. Chris nodded in agreement, taking a swig of his beer as he added more patties to the grill. The flames leapt up, the sudden burst of heat against his face a welcome distraction from his tumultuous thoughts.

"Nice house, quiet neighborhood, smoking hot wife," Clayton continued with a wink, nudging Chris with his elbow.

"Great life"

"Ashley sure knows how to work a crowd, huh? Doesn't hurt that every guy is practically drooling over her."

Despite the history of the last few weeks, Clayton's boldness to openly talk about Ashley like that in such a public setting made his blood turn to ice.

Noticing Chris's discomfort, Clayton gave him a playful nudge. "Loosen up, man. I'm just fucking with you," he said with a boisterous laugh. The sound caught Ashley's attention, and she turned to look at them. Her face lit up, seeing their apparent camaraderie. She brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and offered a small wave, curiosity piquing as she wondered about the source of their amusement. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through her body, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks before she turned away.

Clayton's strategy was twofold: either provoke Chris to anger, letting Clayton know where he really stood, and possibly upsetting Ashley. Or, push Chris into uncomfortable silence with increasingly vulgar comments about Ashley. The latter would confirm Chris's willingness to stand idly by as Clayton made his move.

"But seriously, check out these guys," Clayton whispered, gesturing towards the gathering with his beer. "You can't tell me that one isn't eye-fucking her right now." Chris followed Clayton's gaze to find Ashley engrossed in animated conversation with one of their elderly neighbors. As she leaned in to speak, Chris noticed the man behind her struggling to tear his eyes away from her long legs, exposed by her rising dress.

Chris felt a conflicting surge of arousal, unsure if it stemmed from Clayton's explicit comment or his own imagination of Ashley in a similar pose later that night. Unable to formulate a response, he resorted to the only action he could muster. Raising his beer, he clinked it against Clayton's with a forced smile. "To having it all," he said, his voice barely masking his inner turmoil.

****

As the evening started to wear down, the party out in the yard began to subside. What was once vibrant chatter diminished to a small handful of hushed whispers, punctuated every now and then by clinking bottles collected and chairs across the patio.

Clayton came out of the bathroom, still thinking of his next step, and headed towards the hallway leading to the living room. That was where he heard Ashley's low, playful voice.

"Honey, why don't you start saying your goodbyes?," She traced a finger up Chris's chest. "I'm going to head upstairs and get comfortable."

Clayton froze, his heart racing with the implications of Ashley's words. He heard Chris's muffled response, followed by the sound of the back door sliding open.

Oblivious to Clayton's presence, Chris headed out into the night intent on the task of seeing their guests home. The smell of smoldering charcoal and the crisp night air did little for the excitement that was building in his stomach. Tonight had been a success he thought as he picked up a few empty beer bottles off the patio and threw them in the trash.

Clayton didn't budge, standing in the hallway, his mind racing. He could hear Ashley's footsteps on the stairs, the soft creak of floorboards overhead. A wicked smirk crept onto his lips as he pondered his next move, the possibilities playing out before him like a chess game in which he had all the pieces.

Slowly, with deliberate actions, Clayton started making his way up the staircase, his tread silent on the thick carpeted stairs. Sounds of Chris' voice were floating from the backyard, where he continued completely oblivious to what was taking place inside his very home.

But as the crowd started to disperse, a rising tide of panic beset Chris's chest. His eyes scanned from face to face, searching for Clayton among the departing guests. Where was he? Chris didn't remember his leaving, and he knew Clayton wasn't the type to slip away without a word.

Chris's eyes darted to the upstairs window as his heart quickened. The bedroom light was on, and against the darkening sky, he saw Ashley's shadow appear. Chris swallowed hard, feeling his mouth grow dry.

"Thanks for having us, Chris! We should do this more often," one of the still-lingering guests said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Chris nodded, forcing a smile onto his face. "Absolutely, we'll set that up soon."

Shaking hands and pleasantries were exchanged with the last few stragglers. Beads of sweat began to break out onto Chris' forehead. He had hoped that the coolness of the evening would dissipate this heat. Unfortunately, it merely mixed anxiety and another emotion with which he really didn't want to deal. "Where the hell is he?" he thought.

"You all right, man? You look kinda flushed," a different guest replied concern etched into their features.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Chris said, waving the concern off. "Just a long day, you know how it is."

Finally, the last guest made their way down the driveway. Chris watched their taillights disappear around the corner, his heart pounding in his ears. He needed to get upstairs. Now.

He locked the door with shaking hands and ran to the staircase. It was an eternity with every step; the quiet of the house closed in around him. What would he find when he reached the top?

****

Upstairs, Clayton mounted with slow deliberation, his steps succinct. At the landing, he paused, listening. The muffled sounds of Chris's voice drifted up from the backyard, an unreal background to what was taking place.

He walked to the bedroom door, which was open a crack, letting a slice of warm light leak into the hallway. Clayton's heart was racing, not from nerves, but from the thrill, knowing full well that he was going to cross a line that couldn't be uncrossed.

With a light touch, the door swung open.

****

Ashley lay on the bed, her soft blue lingerie molding to her figure. She positioned her body, having one leg be slightly bent, with her hair cascading across the pillow. As she heard the sound of footsteps, she felt her heart pound in anticipation. She knew just how much Chris would enjoy this view on her. He had been working hard lately, he deserved this treat.

She closed her eyes, a coy smile on her lips as she heard the door open. "I've been waiting for you."

"Mmm, the picture doesn't do it justice," came a deep voice - but not the one she was expecting.

Ashley's eyes flew open, her body tensing as she saw Clayton standing in the doorway, his gaze intense and hungry. Shock and disbelief washed over her, followed by a confusing mix of fear and... something else she was ashamed to admit.

"Clayton?" She scrambled to cover herself as she sat up. "What are you- He showed you the picture?"

Clayton stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He realized he had just made his first mistake since starting this game. He cursed himself silently, trying to think of an excuse for when Chris inevitably said he didn't share the picture. "Chris is still saying goodbye to the guests," he said, his voice smooth and controlled despite the mental exercise he was doing in his head. "We have some time."

Clayton's eyes roamed over Ashley's form, and he licked lips. "Why don't you lay back and give me a little show?" he said in a smooth, low voice. "Get yourself nice and warmed up for when Chris gets up here."

Ashley's mind reeled, a storm of emotion swirling in her brain. "Wait, Clayton," she started, the slightest tremble in her voice. "Did. did Chris send you up here? Did he set this up?"

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Ashley felt her body respond to Clayton's proximity. She felt herself sliding back onto the bed, fluidly and almost involuntarily. It was as if some deep, primordial instinct she didn't comprehend was urging her on.

"I don't understand," Ashley whispered, returning Clayton's searing gaze. "Is Chris on his way?"

"Shh," he whispered softly, his tone almost hypnotic. "Don't think about it, Ashley. Just feel."

Ashley bit her lip, the gesture at once hesitant and seductive. She could not deny the thrill that coursed through her body with the thought of being alone with Clayton. Her hands began to move, tracing languidly over her body, outlining the curves accentuated by the soft blue lingerie. She felt as though she was disconnected, that she was once again in that closet at his office.

"Chris said tonight was just going to be the two of us. Why did he send you up?" Ashley continued trying to make sense in her head but her body was already ablaze. Her large chest was cupped in her hand while her tongue slid lightly over the bottom of her lip.

By this point in time, Clayton was confident in Ashley's subordination; he took a step closer to the bed. The unmistakable lust in her eyes watched him as he closed the space between them; her fingers already slid across her chest, and a low moan escaped.

"Don't act so surprised that I'm here. You've wanted this moment for months. You both have." Clayton's shins tapped the end of the bed. Ashley was within striking distance now. His cock swelled at the possibilities.

This is crazy. Ashley thought, her arousal growing with each passing second. This is wrong. I should wait for Chris. But... why would he show Clayton the picture and have him come up here if he didn't want this? The guilt began to subside, replaced by excitement, each sensation amplified by the forbidden nature of the moment.

Clayton watched intently, his eyes dark with desire. Inwardly, he marveled at how easily Ashley had fallen into his plan. She's even more receptive than I thought, he mused, a mixture of triumph and unexpected tenderness washing over him.

"That's it," Clayton murmured. "You're body is astonishing." As he spoke he began to unbutton his shirt.

Ashley's breath hitched at his words. Her eyes blazed with lust as she watched him slowly strip. Her tongue darted out past her lips as her hand slid under her bra and cupped her bare breast. She wondered how far this was going to go before Chris came in the room. Maybe he was already at the door, watching? The thought sent a jolt to her pussy as his other hand slide down her toned stomach.

Clayton pulled out his phone, his eyes bouncing with mischief. "Let's make sure we remember this moment." He snapped a few quick photos of her touching herself. The soft click of the camera caused her to panic. Why was he taking pictures? She should tell him to stop.

Clayton reached out, his fingers swept over the bare skin of her leg causing her to forget her though. This is it, he thought. The moment everything changes. Clayton tossed his pants to the side, and sat his cell on the dresser, now standing between Ashley's spread legs in just his boxers.

Ashley's body was going into overdrive. Her fingers danced over the front of her wet panties causing her to lift her hips off the bed.

"It seems these are getting in the way," Clayton said with a grin hooking his fingers inside the waist band of her sexy underwear. Ashley moaned in response, lifting her hips from the bed as Clayton slowly dragged the thin blue material off her legs and tossed them behind him, leaving Ashley's bald folds exposed and glistening with desire.

Clayton's eyes devoured the sight before him, his hand reaching for his mobile again. "You're too perfect not to capture." He snapped a few more quick photos of Ashley's naked body before tossing it back onto his pants.

****

As Chris climbed the stairs, he heard a soft moan come from the bedroom. At first, he thought his mind was just playing tricks on him. But then he heard another, followed by a louder "uhhhhh." It suddenly felt like the world began to spin faster. He clung to the guardrail for support as his vision blurred.

"Fuuuck, that feels good. Just like that. Fuck yes, don't stop." Ashley voice rang out again as he reached the top of the stairs. Chris stood just outside the closed bedroom door. Panic racing through him. He opened the door cautiously, first noticing Ashley's discarded lingerie by the door next to, what he could only assume were Clayton's pants.

He wondered if he was going to be sick. Vomiting felt like the appropriate response to this discovery. He doubled over, putting his hands on his knees as he tried to keep from passing out. But as his breathing returned to normal, the steel-like erection that his pants couldn't contain stood as a stark reminder that no matter what he should have felt the indiscretion turned him on.