Newlyweds New Desires

Chris opened his eyes slowly as he saw the light pouring into his bedroom window. Turning his head toward the night stand he saw he still had another ten minutes before the alarm went off. Normally, he would fight like hell to fall back asleep for those extra ten minutes, but today he was already smiling and shifting out of bed. He had a new spring in his step as he made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, and he didn't want to waste the mood by sleeping.

In the shower, Chris sang along gregariously to the chorus of "Don't Stop Believin'." His voice reverberating across the tiles while he took a very hot shower to scrub the last vestiges of doubt from his mind that had plagued him for such a long time. As he lathered up his body, his mind raced with the possibilities of what the day had in store for him. Today was going to be the day he let Ashley in on his plan. While his stomach was still somersaulting, he now felt that the butterflies were not from fear or doubt but an anticipation, an anxiety similar to his wedding night.

After shutting off the shower and quickly drying himself off, Chris shimmied toward the sink, his body wrapped in a towel. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he winked at himself before breaking into some sort of impromptu dance routine as he applied shaving cream. The razor glided effortlessly along his jaw, as he hummed every so often stopping to make some sort of dramatic gesture with the razor.

"What in the world?" Ashley's sleepy voice came from the doorway. She leaned against the frame, hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep but sparkling with amusement.

Chris spun around, razor held high like a microphone. "Good morning, beautiful!" he crooned, then resumed his little dance. His eyes waltzed over her naked body appreciatively. How in the world did he get this lucky?

Ashley's laughter filled the bathroom. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my husband?" She crossed her arms, a bemused smile on her lips. "Seriously, what's got you in such a good mood?"

Chris rinsed his face, then turned to her with a grin that could outshine the sun. "Can't a man just be happy to start a new week?" He pulled her close, planting a playful kiss on her forehead.

"Sure," Ashley said, eyeing him suspiciously. "But this isn't just happy. This is... manic. Did you win the lottery or something?"

Chris chuckled, "well, if you must know," Chris kissed her nose. "You're looking at the new managing partner of Bitguardian, one third ownership." Chris could barely keep the excitement in as he kissed along Ashley's jaw line. This was something they had dreamed about for so long, and now it was all but a done deal.

"Oh my God, baby that's... incredible. How did you manage to get Clayton to come around?" Ashley loved seeing Chris so excited. His happiness has always been what mattered most to her. He'd spend so long chasing the dream of financial stability, and now it seemed like they had achieved it.

"What can I say, I can be pretty persuasive, when I need to be," Chris brought his hands to the sides of Ashley's face as he gently pressed his lips to hers. "Plus I'm sure it helps that I continue to bring in big clients and finally have the team working as a cohesive unit."

"I'm so proud of you baby, we should go out tonight and celebrate."

"That's the plan, Clayton wants the three of us to meet up after work. Some high end restaurant he's been raving about."

Ashley purred as Chris pushed into her and let his towel fall to the tiled floor. His kisses becoming more urgent. "Clayton huh? And would that have something to do with this?" Ashley asked teasingly as she wrapped her hand around Chris's hard cock.

"Mmm it just might," Chris mocked pushing her against the bathroom wall and pinning her hands over her head. "I've been thinking," he whispered his teeth clamping down on her neck as he grab her left leg and hooked it around his body.

"Oh, fuck," Ashley sighed her body melting into Chris's. She loved it when he was aggressive, it was like her kryptonite. "What have you been thinking?" She asked her hips swaying with his trying to make a connection.

Chris's fingers dug into her ass, he could already feel her wetness as his meat slipped over her smooth lips. He could feel her ragged breath in his ear as she struggled to get her hands free. He closed his eyes teasing her clit against as he felt the heat between them grow. "I was thinking about the other night, with Clayton." He heard her suck in her breath as his tongue slithered into her ear.

"It was so hot, baby," Ashley's eyes were closed too, no doubt reliving the night as her hips desperately searched for Chris's shaft. "He was so rough with me, but God his dick felt soooooo-", her thought was cut off as Chris shifted his hips driving the entire length of his dick inside her.

She undulated against Chris, ripping a hand free and pressing it against the wall behind her. "You feel incredible," he whispered savoring the way her walls were trying to suck her deeper. "You looked so sexy, so unconstrained and free. It was like you were a different person. I can't get the image out of my mind"

"I was nervous you'd be upset. I didn't know you were going to send him up, but once he got there-"

Ashley whimpered doing her best to urge Chris to go faster, but he kept the same slow pace. With each thrust his cock sparkled with her juices before slamming back into her. She wrapped her other hand around his neck holding herself on his shoulders, her toes barely touching the cool tile floor. "I kept thinking to myself, it couldn't get any hotter. You couldn't possibly look any sexier."

"Faster baby, please. Fuck me faster." Ashley's pleas were soft her moans growing louder with each frustrating thrust. Chris knew what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to give it to her, not yet. He felt her swivel her hips trying anything to force him deeper into her.

"I thought you were going to join, I kept waiting for you to... oh fuck right there." Ashley's tongue was sticking out of her mouth. She could feel her orgasm approaching, she just needed him to go faster.

Chris smiled to himself, he could feel his wife growing impatient, frantic even. "I almost did, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. You seemed to really be enjoying yourself," Chris's voice was teasing and gentle. He didn't want Ashley to think he was being harsh or judgmental.

"Oh baby..." As Ashley searched for her response, her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him into a passionate, sloppy kiss. "Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy seeing me act so slutty for you? For him? His dick really is huge. I wasn't sure I could fit it in my mouth. There was no way it would fit in..." Ashley felt Chris swell inside her his member pushing a little deeper making her toes curl. "mmm you thought about it too, didn't you? If it would fit?" She could feel Chris twitch every time she mentioned it. She felt the heat inside her start to swell.

Just as Ashley's orgasm threatened to consume her Chris slowed down again, his lips finding her ear. "I... I want you to do it."

"Do what?" Ashley asked slightly confused as she tried to will Chris deeper so she could find her release.

He finally gave in, increasing his pace, driving into her with a force that made her cry out in pleasure. "I want you to fuck Clayton... tonight," he whispered through gritted teeth. He felt her tighten around him, unsure if it was from his words or his actions.

The words sent Ashley spiraling. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around Chris. "Mmmm, baby. Jesus don't stop. Don't fucking stop." He would never dream of stopping now. He felt her release, her walls clamping down on him, and it sent him over the edge as well. He thrust into her one last time, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled her.

They stayed connected like that for several long seconds. Ashley's hands ran through his hair softly as he pressed his head to her chest. Her heart was racing in his ear, no doubt from the orgasm she just experienced, but perhaps also from what he said. He felt his cock soften, then slowly slip from inside her, both of them giving a soft sigh as it did.

Chris was confident she heard him, but as the silence continued to stretch he began to question if she did. Or perhaps she thought it was just more dirty talk in the spur of the moment. Finally after what felt like an eternity she whispered, "are you sure that's what you want? What if... what if it's a step too far."

Chris took a deep breath, this was it the moment of truth, he pulled back slightly from the wall so he could look Ashley in the eye. He smiled softly, his fingers brushing the hair from her face. "I've been thinking about it a lot, Ash. After what happened at the company party and then, the other night..."

He took her hand and guided her to the bed. He sat close to her, their knees touching as they stared into each other's eyes. For a long time, they just sat there searching each other's eyes for the right thing to say. "You know how you always tell me you're happy when I'm happy?" Ashley nodded slowly her face blank not giving off any hint of what was going on in her head.

Chris pressed on, determined to get it all out, to make her understand exactly what he was feeling. "Well it's sort of like that. When you're turned on, so am I. Watching the way you were with him... the way someone else could..." he was struggling to finish the thought. His pulse suddenly quickening.

"You like seeing my naughty side. The side of me that's... slutty." Ashley said it almost in an embarrassing tone. Like she was afraid the neighbors would hear that she had a slutty side.

"Yes!" Chris blurted out almost too fast for his own good. "I mean, I love what we have, it's perfect. But that side of you... it's so sexy, Ash."

"Is there... is there another woman you want to be with? Is that what this is?" Her voice wasn't accusatory at all, she was just trying to understand what Chris got out of it. She knew how excited he got when she teased him about other men. She saw first hand what that excitement was like with Chris, but part of her was still worried at some point the other shoe would fall. That Chris would bring home a hot young thing from the office and she would have to be okay with it.

Chris shook his head emphatically. "No, baby. God no, you're all I ever need. This isn't about me being with someone else. It's about... us. About seeing you embrace that side of yourself."

Ashley nodded slowly, processing. "So you really want this? You want me to... fuck Clayton?"

Chris took a deep breath his cock suddenly filled with blood. "I do. i can't explain it, but I do."

Ashley bit her lip, her own arousal growing. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't... curious. But Chris, what about our marriage? Our vows?"

Chris squeezed her hand. "Our marriage is stronger than ever. This isn't about replacing what we have. It's about exploring together."

"And you're sure you won't resent me? Or feel jealous?" Ashley asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Chris met her gaze steadily. "I can't promise I won't feel anything. But I know that what we have is unshakeable. And honestly, the thought of it... it excites me more than I can express."

Ashley's eyes widened slightly. "It really turns you on that much?"

Chris nodded, a flush creeping up his neck. "More than I ever thought possible."

"I'm sorry," Ashley said softly. Her fingers played with her ring. Chris felt the air go out of his lungs. Was she saying no? Was she about to end their fantasy?

"For what?"

She took a deep breath, her face searching for the right word. "Because I shouldn't be as excited about this as I am. It's not who I am."

Chris thought about what she said, his voice calm and reassuring. "But that's just it, right? It is who you are. Or at least, one aspect of it."

"I... you're right," she replied with a sigh. "And that really turns you on?"

"It really does."

Ashley was quiet for a moment, then a small smile played at her lips. "But why stop with just Clayton? I mean, I have so many admirers these days." She lifted her eyebrow the playfulness back in her eyes as he hand snaked around Chris's hardened tool.

Chris drew a breath. "I fucking love you," he said with a laugh as he fell backward onto the bed. "And I can't wait to hear all about them too."

"I can't believe this is who we are now," she said with a laugh as she lowered her hips down onto his waiting cock.

****

Chris decided to take the BMW to work today, with Ashley having a much needed day off work she wouldn't be using it. She told him she was going to hang out at the house today and tidy up after their party. As Chris merged onto the interstate, he stepped on the gas, delighted as his car quickly gained speed and passed other drivers. He wasn't used to having this much power, and as he buzzed by another cautious driver he began to understand why people enjoyed it so much.

His grip on the steering wheel was loose, his fingers occasionally tapping to the beat as he hummed along to some top 40 song that was playing. His mind was still on this morning, on what Ashley had told him, and the promises they had made to each other. This was really going to happen, on his terms, by his rules. As he whipped around another driver his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror. The dark sedan that he was convinced was following him for days was nowhere to be seen. Just regular Monday morning traffic and the grim faces of people all going to a job they loathed.

As Chris pulled into the parking lot of BitGuardian, he caught a glance of himself in the window, he looked good. He looked confident, like he was on top of the world. He grabbed his red tie of the glovebox and smiled to himself in the mirror as he tied it. "Your terms, your rules," he said to himself as he turned off the car with the push of a button and headed toward the doors.

As he entered the office he felt like all eyes were on him. He did his usual head nod or wave to friendly faces as he made his way to his desk. As he rounded he saw a set of tanned, toned legs sitting on his desk. As he looked up the body, perhaps a little too slowly, he was greeted by the smiling face of Katie.

"Well, hello there, boss," she purred, her eyes scanning him appreciatively. "Someone's looking particularly... invigorated this morning."

Chris felt a familiar tingle at her tone. "Good eye, Katie. It was quite the weekend."

"Oh?" Katie leaned in, her perfume teasing his senses, her breath warm on his ear. "Do tell. It can be our little secret"

Chris chuckled, matching her playful tone. "A gentleman never kisses and tells."

"Pity," Katie replied, her lips curving into a smile. "I do love a good story, but I can appreciate a man with... discretion." Her eyes seemed to travel over Chris like she was sizing him up. He was equal parts aroused and afraid being on that end of it.

Chris felt his manhood start to stir from Katie's usual charm. But he pushed it down as he grabbed a file from his desk and began walking toward the conference room. She fell into step beside him, their shoulders nearly touching. "By the way, Clayton's been holed up in his office all morning. Door locked, blinds drawn. Whatever's going on, it's... intense."

Chris felt a jolt of excitement, wondering if he was preparing for the announcement of Chris's partnership, or his... other plans. "Thanks for the heads up," he said, fighting to keep his voice casual.

Katie's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the hint of something in his tone. "Anything I should know about, Chris?"

"Let's just say things are... evolving," he replied, enjoying the little dance of words.

"Evolving, hmm?" Katie echoed, her fingers brushing his arm as she reached for the file he was carrying. "Sounds intriguing. I do hope I'm not being left out of any... exciting developments."

Chris met her gaze, the air between them charged with unspoken possibilities. "Trust me, Katie, if things go the way I plan I want you right there with me. You're a crucial part to this team."

A slow smile spread across Katie's face. "I'll hold you to that, boss." She turned to leave, then paused, glancing back over her shoulder. "Oh, and Chris? Confidence is a good look on you."

Before he could think of anything clever to say, Clayton's office door suddenly swung open. "Chris," he said, his tone bearing a hint of breathlessness. "A word in my office? Now?"

Chris nodded, fighting to keep his expression straight. "Of course"." He felt Katie's curious eyes on him as he made his way toward the office. He gave her a slight nod to indicate he would fill her in later, but disappearing behind the door.

****

Chris entered Clayton's office and took his usual seat in the sofa across from Clayton. His heart raced as he saw the paperwork sitting on the desk. The equity agreement sat between the two of them, physical evidence of his newly assertive stand. He fought to keep his expression neutral as Clayton rifled through the papers. His mind raced with memories of strained conversations between Ashley and him over bills.

"It's all here," Clayton said, sliding the document across. "Thirty-three percent stake, effective immediately." There was pain in Clayton's eyes. He didn't like feeling like he was getting bested and Chris knew he had done just that. He felt a sense of pride swell up at the feat. However, there was something else in Clayton's gaze. That cocky glare was back.

Chris reached for the documents, but Clayton was faster, snatching them back as if they were kids again.. "Not so fast," he said with a smirk. "We have a few... amendments to discuss."

A flicker of unease passed through Chris, but he pushed it aside. I can handle this. I'm in control. "What kind of amendments?"

Clayton relaxed back, a smile tugging on his lips. "Well, for starters, I want Ashley's number."

It caught Chris off guard, he hadn't expected such direct contact. A little voice in his head whispered caution, but another part of him was excited at the prospect. "Her number? Why?"

"Come on, Chris," Clayton chuckled. "You know why. I want to make sure she understands exactly how to dress tonight. I have big plans."

Heat climbed through Chris's cheeks, a potent mixture of arousal and residual doubt. This is what you wanted, he told himself. To see Ashley embrace that side of herself, isn't it? "I... I could relay any message-

"No," Clayton cut him off sternly. "I want to text her myself. Every. Little. Detail." His eyes danced as he spoke, he was back in control. He was the puppeteer and he was going to make these two dance.

Chris thought of the way she would react, would respond, when she received those messages. The way she would tease him as she prepared herself for him... for Clayton. The thought of it all was intoxicating. "Fine, whatever," he said failing to sound nonchalant about it.

After a moment of internal struggle, Chris relented. "Anything else?"

"During the meal, there will likely be... situations where you'll need to excuse yourself to the men's room"

Chris's tilted his head. "Why? What does that even mean?"

"Does it matter? I'm confident you'll recognize the situation when it occurs." Clayton countered. "These are my terms."

Chris mulled it over. The amendment seemed oddly specific, but relatively tame compared to what he'd been anticipating. Plus, it wasn't like Ashley was going to let him have sex with her in public. "Alright," he agreed, though uncertainty gnawed at him. "Is that all?"

Clayton's smile extended, his flawless white teeth showing. "Perfect. And now, regarding our future meetings-"

"Future meetings?" Chris echoed, for the second time, he was taken aback. He never considered the possibility of future meetings. How long did he expect this to go on? Still, despite the misgivings, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the prospect.