Chris's heart rate escalated as he sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom. His eyes were locked on Ashley, who was lying sprawled across the bed, her hair fanned out behind her, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with each labored breath. He had never seen her so worked up. She was so loud, so vocal as her body shook with what must have been her fifth orgasm. She was not even looking at Chris anymore, her whole attention was on Clayton and the massive cock that brought her to staggering new heights.
"You're gonna let me fuck you again, aren't you?" Clayton's voice filled the room, seeming to come from everywhere. "Whenever I want?" His blond hair was slicked to his forehead as sweat dripped down his face.
Chris's heart slammed against his ribs, each beat a war drum of warring emotions, lust and fear coiling like snakes in his chest as he waited for Ashley's response. Sweat broke out on his forehead, the room suddenly too hot, too confining. He knew what was coming, and yet it sounded new, like he was hearing it for the first time.
Ashley's eyes glossed over in ecstasy, and she looked at Clayton like he was the only man on earth. The look was different from any other, one that Chris had never seen her give to anyone but him. It was a look of love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling as her hips lifted off the sweat-soaked sheet to meet his thrust. "Whenever you want. Never stop fucking me."
The words hit Chris like a train, even as he felt a surge of unwanted excitement. He wanted to run over to them, to tell them this was too much. But when he looked down at his naked body he saw that he was bound to the chair. He had no recollection of being tied up. He certainly could not remember ever wishing to be, so when had it happened, and why? Tied up and immobile all he could do was watch, his cock aching for freedom, as Clayton fucked his wife repeatedly. Her cries of pleasure as she climaxed playing on a loop in his head.
Colors swirled together before solidifying into a new terror. The walls seemed to shift around him, bending with each hammering pulse of his heart. Chris wobbled. He blinked and Ashley was on top, riding Clayton like her life depended on it. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she rocked her hips demanding Clayton deeper into her. Deeper than Chris could ever possibly go. He could see it all - the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, the look of pure ecstasy on her face, the way Clayton's hands gripped her hips with possessive fervor that was likely to leave a mark. Clayton's cock was wet with Ashley's fluids and his own cum as he rammed into the once innocent wife. Chris's chest tightened as he did a double take. Clayton was not using a condom.
"Oh God, Chris," Ashley groaned, briefly opening her eyes and locking his. "He's so damn big. I've never felt so full. You'll never be able to make me feel like this." As if to drive her point home, Ashley leaned forward thrusting her tongue into her lover's mouth as her cries of ecstasy rang in Chris's ears.
Chris was overwhelmed by a confusing mixture of humiliation and lust. He ought to be angry, to feel betrayed, yet here he was, painfully erect, unable to look away from the sexual tableau before him. Clayton was laughing at him now. A full belly laugh even as Ashley rode him like a wild stallion.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Clayton's voice cut through the haze, a smug grin on his face. "To see your wife completely satisfied? To know that she'll never be the same after this? That you'll never be enough for her now."
Chris tried to talk, to object, but couldn't utter a word. He was paralyzed, forced to sit there and watch as Ashley came undone, crying out Clayton's name as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He woke with a jolt in a tangle of sheets and a racing heart, sitting up straight in bed. He blinked dazedly before the comforting normalcy of his bedroom blurred into view. His eyes scanned the room as if to check he was alone. Ashley stirred beside him, her eyes flickered open.
"Chris?" she murmured, her voice innocent and sleepy. "Are you okay?" She placed a reassuring hand on his back, running her nails softly along his skin. Her touch had a calming effect on him as he let out a soft sigh.
He swallowed hard, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. "Yeah," he managed, his voice hoarse. "Just a... an intense dream." He let out another slow, controlled breath before laying back down, placing his head on Ashley's exposed chest. She let her hand slide up his back and through his hair, her manicured nails grazed his scalp. With each pass of her hand his anxiety slowly melted away.
"Must have been some dream," Ashley said with a giggle as she felt Chris's hard cock against her hip. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Chris stayed silent for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of his wife's fingers in his hair and the slow steady sound of her heartbeat in his ear. He had so much he wanted to talk about after last night. After Clayton left Chris was inside his wife almost instantly. Their love making was a mix of intense jealousy and passionate embracing. But when it was over they both drifted off to sleep without so much as a word between them. They never got the chance to discuss everything that happened.
"Last night..." he started but stopped unsure of where to actually begin. He tried to push the dream to the back of his mind but it was hard to separate the real from the dream. "Was it... I mean, did you..." he trailed off again, unable to focus on just one question in his mind. His eyes drifted past Ashley's rising chest to the clock on the table. 6:52AM still plenty of time to talk through everything before he went to work. The smug look and villainous laugh of Clayton from his dream filled his ears. Maybe he could call in sick.
"Did I what, Chris?" Ashley's voice was soft, loving. She was just as confused and in need of a talk as Chris was. Why was he making this more difficult than necessary? They had already been through so much together what was he afraid of? The dream ran through his head again spiking his anxiety.
Chris took a deep breath kissing Ashley's soft skin tenderly. "Was Clayton... better?" The words came out in a rush, tinged with vulnerability.
"Oh, baby," Ashley whispered as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him further up on her body so she could kiss his lips. The kiss was gentle and lingering. Her soft lips parting slightly as she took his lower lip into her mouth. Opening her eyes she placed his hand on Chris' cheek. "Look at me," she whispered her forehead pressed against his. "The sex was good," she paused for a moment thinking, her eyes never leaving his. "Honestly, it was probably way better than I expected."
Chris let out a groan and tried to turn his head but Ashley didn't let him. Her fingers dug into the stubble on his cheek. "But... he isn't you, baby." He gave her a soft smile not enough to convince either of them he believed her. To emphasize her point, she reached her free hand between them and curled her fingers around his hard shaft. "I'm serious. It was good, but it didn't come close to this," she tugged on his cock slowly her lips lingering on his. "What we have, it's so much better, baby. So much deeper." She felt Chris's tongue press against her closed lips and she smiled accepting it into her mouth. It wasn't a sloppy, wet kiss. It was slow and tentative. His tongue pressing against hers as if it was the first time.
The kiss lasted for several long seconds the intensity of it never changing. When Chris finally pulled his lips away she continued. "Last night, with him, it was just sex. It was great sex..." she said with a laugh, "but it was just sex. It was shallow and empty. It doesn't hold a candle to what we have."
Chris watched her face, measuring her responses. He believed her, of course, she had no reason to lie, but his own insecurities continued to rear their head. "So, you're saying I'm better?" He asked with a grin.
Ashley rolled her eyes. "you men are so predictable. Not everything is so black and white. It wasn't about better it was... different."
Chris nodded trying to following along with what she was saying. He wasn't sure if she was just telling him what she thought he wanted to hear, but her face seemed genuine. "He was so rough with you, Ash. So... demanding. Do you like that stuff?"
Twisting her hips, Ashley flopped onto her back, pulling Chris on top of her with a grin. She felt Chris shudder in her hand as she continued to slowly stroke him. "With him I did. That version of me, the carefree version enjoyed feeling..."
"Like a slut?" Chris asked feeling like he was starting to understand.
"yeah, like a slut." Ashley responded guiding his manhood to her warm opening. "But with you, this version of me. I love this version." she murmured as Chris slid into her. "Careful baby, still sore," she said as he flexed her hips pushing deeper into her.
"Sorry."
She shook her head. "Never be sorry. Just... be gentle."
Chris shook his head, relishing the feeling of her warmth pulling his cock as he moved at a slower pace. "You said so many things last night. Things I never thought I'd hear you say."
Wrapping her legs around him, Ashley smiled. "You said you wanted to see me let loose. That you didn't want me to hold back. Did I go too far?"
Chris's cock twitched inside her as she spoke. His body reacting to her words even before his mind could settle on an answer. "So it was all just a show then? an act?"
"Not an act," Ashley responded her eyes drifting shut as she slowly rocked her hips into her husband. Her body was starting to heat back up. She was never a sexual person when she was younger. She enjoyed sex and had a few boyfriends who she would fool around with. But, she couldn't remember a time when it felt like every day she was chasing a new release. This last few months had seemed to awaken things not just in Chris, but her as well. "Some of it may have been more exaggerated to help play up your... enjoyment. But it was real."
Chris continued to drive into her watching her face as he made love to her. Her eyes were still closed, her tongue sitting just past her teeth as she clamped down on him. Chris couldn't help but wonder if she was reliving that moment right now. If behind her closed eyes she was picturing Clayton. Her eyes fluttered back open and she smiled up at him. "You came... a lot. Harder than you've ever with me."
She saw the hurt in her husband's eyes and she brought her hand around his ahead pulling him into a passionate kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as she felt her orgasm building then one coming on slower and stronger than ones before. "Harder because of you, because you were there," she corrected driving her hips into him.
This seemed to please Chris as he smiled down at her. He felt closer to her now that ever before. He wanted to finish and then lay back down on her chest and bask in her love. But something else was still eating at him. He didn't want to ruin the moment though. Instead he focused the feeling of her body under his. The soft gasps she made with each stroke. The warmth of her breath on his neck as her hands ran through her hair. "Are you close?" He whispered feeling his own orgasm building.
"Yes." She ran her hands from his hair to his ass pulling him into her. Encouraging him to push deeper. With each thrust she pulled him closer, deeper into her depths. Her soft moans filled his ears fueling the images from his dream to return.
"Fuck Ash, I'm going to..." he gave one final grunt as she felt his cheeks flex and he exploded inside of her. She gave a high pitched squeal as her walls contracted around him. Her own orgasm timed perfectly as she felt it wash over her.
As Chris collapsed on top of her she purred in his ear her hands running over his back feeling the droplets of sweat that had formed on his body. "It will never feel like that with Clayton," she whispered snuggling into his neck.
