Newlyweds New Desires - Alt Epilogue (Patreon)

Author's note: I recently got a commission asking me to write an alternate ending to MadStories terrific series Newlyweds New Desires. If you haven't read that series I highly suggest you do. https://www.literotica.com/series/se/newlyweds-new-desires

He also has other series that you should check out as well.

This alternate ending isn't cannon. Was done at the request of a client. And I was given permission by MadStories to post it. He deserves full credit for the characters and the story itself.

Enjoy!

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Newlyweds New Desires - Alt Epilogue

Therapy had seemed like a good idea. But it wasn’t going well. The tissue box Dr. Andrews had sitting on the table in front of them at every session, needing constant replenishment. Between Ashley and Chris, they were constantly crying and arguing about everything that had happened and how raw the feelings still were.

Chris desperately wanted to move on from the reckless fantasy they’d indulged in. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because of how dangerous everything had gotten. The twists and turns with BiteGuardian, Clayton, Tom and the near miss of Ashley being offered up as a gangbang sacrifice to seal a deal, had left them both somewhat traumatized. But therapy had pulled away the haphazard bandaids they’d tried to cover their experiences with and exposed the truth.

Ashley had all but directly admitted that the idea of being gangbanged would have been fun. Dangerous. Taboo. Scray. But she enjoyed the elements of those things mixed with sex. It’s what had made their indulgence with Clayton so amazing. And Chris couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed it too. The twisted jealousy and arousal that even now he was still trying to parse though and understand.

But after weeks, it didn’t feel like they were making any progress. In one of Ashley’s one on one sessions with Dr. Andrews, the woman had suggested that maybe Ashley couldn’t move forward because she hadn’t actually gotten any closure. From what Ashley had admitted, leaving that final night after having been fucked by Tom and Clayton together, she’d seen something in Clayton’s expression she hadn’t fully understood. And it was still nagging at her.

“You need closure.” Dr. Andrews told her. “I would suggest that you visit Clayton. Confront him. After everything you’ve been through, I think you deserve to have some answers and from what you’ve told me, I feel Clayton would be willing to disclose them to you. But more than likely only you. So… as much as this pains me, I think you should go alone. Just you and him.”

“Should I tell Chris?” Ashley asked, feeling insecure again. After all she and her husband had gone through, holding back another secret seemed ill advised.

Dr. Andrews dwelled on it for a moment tapping her stylus against the glass of her tablet before she answered. “Yes. I think you should see him one on one. Once you get your answers, if you get them, then you can sit down with Chris and discuss it. I’d be happy to facilitate that discussion if you’d like.”

Ashley was still considering it as she waited in a small, sparsely decorated trailer at the prison where Clayton was serving his sentence. She’d expected to sit in one of those booths with the glass and the phones. Or maybe in a wide open cafeteria like area with guards. Instead they’d escorted her to one of a half dozen trailers set up outside the confines of the main prison. It was very sparsely decorated with a couch, a twin bed, a water cooler and paper cups. Almost like a cheap hotel room.

Ashley sat on the couch, waiting for the guards to bring Clayton in so she could talk to him. They told her she’d be given half an hour. That seemed longer than she’d expected or needed. It was itching at her that she hadn’t told Chris where she was going. She’d half lied, telling him she was going to go see an old friend who was in town. Not too far from the truth, but a lie none the less.

The trailer door squeaked open and a guard escorted Clayton inside. He was clad in the cliche orange jumpsuits all inmates wore and was handcuffed, hands in front. But otherwise, Clayton still looked like his suave and alluring self.

The guard uncuffed him. Reminded him and Ashley they had a half hour, then closed the door behind him, locking it from the outside.

“Well. It’s lovely to see you again Ashley. I wondered when you’d be coming to visit.” How Clayton could still have that confident, arrogant, tone when he was wearing a prison jumpsuit was beyond Ashley. But she had to admit…it fit him well. It was clear over the last several months Clayton had been working out. Filling in his muscles so that they strained just slightly in the jumpsuit.

“I wasn’t planning on ever visiting Clayton.” Ashley sat up a bit straighter, trying her best to give him a defiant look. But after so many months of being separated, and remembering their last encounter and how intense and overwhelming it had been, Ashley was embarrassed to realize a warmth was pooling between her thighs and soaking her panties.

“And yet. Here you are.” He took a step forward with that self assured smile.

Ashley cleared her throat, feeling flush. “I… My therapist, Chris and I’s therapist, suggested I come and talk to you. To get closure.”

“Closure? For what exactly?” Another step, bringing him just a couple of feet away from her, forcing her to look up at him.

“That night… after you and Tom… there was something… the way you looked at me.” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“The way I looked at you? And how was that?” His voice was gruff, eyes predatory as he inched even closer. 

Ashley couldn’t help but notice the bulge starting to show through the crotch of the jumpsuit. Familiar. Tempting. She could still remember Clayton’s cock. Thick and long. How it would thrust into her and fill her in ways physically and mentally that Chris just couldn’t. Oh he tried. Poor Chris tried. But… Ashley just couldn’t deny that Clayton was far better in bed than her husband was.

“You… like you…” She’d been struggling with a way to describe what she thought she’d seen in Clayton’s eyes. But too frightened to put it into words.

Clayton was standing directly in front of her now. His hand came out and gently took hold of her chin, directing her gaze up at him. “Like I cared?”

She nodded slowly.

“Of course I care, Ashley. It’s been far more than just the sex for me for a long time.” His thumb traced her lips, making Ashley’s eyes flutter and a soft gasp escape, lips opening. Clayton slipped his thumb into her mouth and she instantly began to suck it. “I’ve missed this mouth.” Clayton rumbled, watching her so easily give in to her submissive desire.

“I…” She mumbled around his thumb, knowing she should stop. Chris and her had been trying so hard to put things back together, but at a single touch from her husband’s nemesis she was coming undone. All the talks and confessions and tears, they were all being dumped out and replaced by a blazing desire to serve. To please. Sex with Chris was okay, good even, but it paled in comparison to what Clayton could do to her.

And Ashley realized she was longing to be taken again. To be used. And Chris just couldn’t do that. But Clayton… Clayton was a master.

His free hand went to her respectable cotton blouse and began to unbutton it, slowly revealing the purple lace bra she’d put on. Much more sensual than the typical cotton underwear she’d been wearing at home. It was almost as if unconsciously she’d dressed to show off for Clayton.

He reached into her blouse and cupped her breasts, thumb rolling around her hidden nipple as she continued to suck his thumb. “Good girl.” He muttered. “I’ve missed you. All of you.” There was a sincerity in his tone that made Ashley tremble and look up at him in desperation.

“Do you want me?” He asked. It was clear he knew the answer, but Ashley could sense that if she told him no, then he would stop. He would step back. Let her leave.

But Ashley didn’t want to leave.

“Yes.” She panted.

It wasn’t long after that admission that she was pushing down her dress pants, along with the matching lace panties and exposing her smooth sex. They didn’t bother with the bed, the couch would suffice. Clayton shed his jumpsuit and boxers, his beautiful, powerful cock standing at attention. Ashley was panting as he offered it to her waiting mouth and she eagerly took it in just like she had his thumb. But they didn’t prolong the pleasure. They had a limited amount of time and had already wasted almost ten minutes.

Clayton settled between Ashley’s thighs and rubbed his cock along her slit, groaning his deep desire and confessing how much he’d missed her body. And then he was sliding in and Ashley was arching back against the cheap fabric of the couch. He began a smooth deep rhythm fucking Ashley deep, watching her stretch around him and her face twist in pleasure that only Clayton was capable of bringing.

“Yes! God yes, Clayton. I’ve missed you inside me!” She cried out as he picked up the pace, heavy balls slapping against her firm ass.

“Fuck, Ashley. Fuck. So tight. Wet for me. I’ve been saving this up for you. Only you, babe.” He grunted, rutting into her harder, grabbing her bouncing tits and pulling the bra down to watch their hypnotic sway. “You’re gonna take every ounce. Every drop. Fuuuuck, milk it out.” Clayton grabbed hold of Ashley’s neck and pushed her against the couch, squeezing just enough to cut off some oxygen but not completely.

She cried out as an orgasm raged and crashed into her, making her drip and cream all around Clayton’s cock. Clayton wasn’t far behind, his balls tensing and finally his cock bursting inside her. Spraying his thick pent up seed deep into her womb. They moaned together as their mixed pleasure overtook them.

It was over far too soon. There wasn’t time to recover and do it again. But Clayton lay on the couch and held Ashley to him and whispered something in her ear that made her tremble, blush, tears slipping down her cheeks as she replied, “I think I do too.”

Then time was up. She’d dressed again, her panties sealing Clayton’s thick overflowing load inside her. They said their goodbyes, and Ashley even gave Clayton a gentle kiss on the cheek. She’d come seeking answers, and she’d found them. They just hadn’t been the answers she was expecting.

…

Ashley sat at the table at McDuffs, biting her lip and pulling at the sleeves of her sweater as she waited for Chris to show up. After their last therapy session, she’d decided to tell Chris the… Well, was it good news? Could being pregnant with another man’s baby be good news?

She didn’t want to believe it, but when she thought about the timing, how she hadn’t had sex with Chris in the time window of her cycle… but she had had sex with Clayton. And he’d unloaded such a thick and potent load inside her that… Well, only an idiot would try to deny the truth.

If their marriage was strained before, it was all but over now. If she told Chris the truth that is. She could hide it. Chris was so eager to try to fix things that he’d probably believe her if she told him it was his. What other option was there? He didn’t know she’d seen Clayton while he was in prison—now released on good behavior. And she’d been honest about not sneaking around with other men. They’d decided to commit to a monogamous relationship until the waves in their relationship had settled. Now a whole hurricane was threatening to upend what little peace they’d been able to salvage.

Reaching into her sweater pocket she pulled out the little baggie that had a pregnancy test inside. She’d been taking peeks at it every few minutes, still not fully believing it. She was going to be a mom. She should have been excited, instead she wasn’t sure how this was going to work out. What if the baby came and didn’t look a thing like Chris. Would he notice? Would he be suspicious? Could she really keep this secret for the rest of her life and the life of her child?

“Ashley?”

The sound of Clayton’s voice made Ashley gasp and drop the little baggie onto the floor. Clayton was dressed in casual slacks and a crisp shirt. He leaned down and picked up the pregnancy test and stared at it, eyes widening. That was probably the first time she’d ever seen Clayton truly shocked. She’d begun to think that nothing could phase the man, but now he was staring at the little pink indicator that Ashley was pregnant.

When his eyes shifted to her, seeing the wide look of fear and shock on her own face, she watched as Clayton swallowed hard. “It’s…”

“What are you doing here Clayton?” Ashley rushed forward, not wanting to hear the words she knew were coming.

He looked back at the test and held it out for Ashley to snatch and stuff into her pocket. “Got out recently. Good behavior.” Clayton was watching her closely, weighing the way her body was tense and her lip plump from her continuous chewing.

“Right. Good behavior. You.” She rolled her eyes and couldn’t hide a smirk.

“What? You think I can’t be nice?” His grin was sincere but also playful.

“I’ve only ever seen your naughty side.” The way she looked at him brought back the memories of their tryst in the trailer and the other times she’d given herself over to him. It made Ashley rub her thighs together as her sex began to drip from just the feeling of his eyes.

After that day, she’d been thinking about Clayton almost constantly. Especially when she was in bed with Chris. It was completely unfair to her husband, but she couldn’t help it. That rushed, frantic fuck with Clayton had rekindled the fire that had been dormant embers. Chris couldn’t fan those flames. But Clayton was gasoline.

“You like it.” He leaned forward, his presence pushing Ashley to tremble. He wasn’t speaking in past tense.

“May…maybe I do.” She whispered.

“Clayton? What the fuck are you doing here?” Chris came storming up through the crowds of people in the bar. He was fuming, murder in his eyes and jaw tense. His fists were clenched as if he was ready to take a swing.

Ashley was on her feet and stepping between them, already embarrassed by the way Chris had raised his voice and was pushing past people. Customers were looking their way, as if they were expecting a fight or at the very least some reality television like drama. “Chris. Calm down.”

“I will if he tells me what the fuck he’s doing here. With you.” The suspicion in Chris’s eyes hurt. Like a knife slicing at the few tenuous lines that were still holding their relationship together. And it didn’t make it better that he was right to be suspicious.

“Can’t a man come and say hello to old friends? More than friends really. Ash, didn’t you tell me your pussy belonged to me?” That sharp tongue Clayton knew how to use in more ways than one, cut Chris deep and fast. He lunged at Clayton but Ashley pushed him back, not wanting him to get into trouble. Maybe Clayton deserved to be pummeled, but he had good lawyers and Chris would end up in jail. That was the last thing they needed.

“Chris no. Stop it.” Ashley pleaded, holding her husband back, looking around at the eyes spying on their domestic drama.

“Why? He tried to fucking frame me. He was setting you up for a fucking gangbang.” Chris was practically foaming at the mouth.

Ashley squared her shoulders and glared at her husband. “First of all, I can take care of myself, Chris. Clayton would never have forced me to do anything. Everything I did, I wanted to do. And if I wanted to have a train run on me, then I’d do it if I wanted.”

Chris gaped at her. Clayton just grinned.

“Ash. Come on. He’s a manipulative asshole. He weasled his way into our lives and got you into his bed…”

“Last I checked, Chris, you were the one that made a stupid bet about that.” Ashley folded her arms over her chest and glared, still someone sore about that little fact.

Her husband looked away, cheeks heated and fists still clenched tight, making his knuckles white.

“Really, buddy. You should be thanking me. Didn’t Ashley say that she’d had the best orgasms of her life? I was just delivering what you couldn’t.”

Ashley cringed. It was true, but his continual barbs were starting to get on her nerves. She enjoyed Clayton’s cockiness in bed, but in life sometimes he needed to shut his fucking mouth. Maybe she could train him.

That thought struck Ashley hard. The idea of letting Clayton back into her life. Did she actually want that?

Her heart was pounding with the possibility.

“Can you boys get over dick measuring?” Ashley sighed.

“No need to measure. I’m bigger.” Clayton chuckled.

She’d walked right into that one and she knew it. But again, Clayton was right. Not nearly as big as he thought he was, but definitely bigger than Chris.

“So fucking what? Just because you’ve got a big dick…”

“And know how to use it.” Clayton interjected.

Chris pushed forward without acknowledging Clayton. “... doesn’t mean you’re God’s gift to women that you think. The only way you get women is to trick them. Manipulate and trick. You’d never be able to pull that shit in real life.”

“This is real life, Chris. And maybe I did a little quick talking and maneuvering when it came to you and Ashley, but I never forced you to make those choices. And Ashley came back every time because she wanted it.”

Ashley finally held up her hands, silencing both men as they argued over her like a piece of meat. “Okay. Enough. I think the best way to settle this is the same way it started.”

Chris looked confused and Clayton looked intrigued.

“A bet.” Ashley glanced between them both and then looked over at the bar, seeing a woman sitting and having a drink. Perfect.

“Chris is right Clayton. You’re charismatic, there’s no doubt. But in real life situations, without all your manipulations, you wouldn’t have such an easy time picking up a girl with your crass and condescending demeanor.”

Clayton grunted, eyeing Ashley with that same shrewd appraisal. She always felt like he was admiring her but also getting challenged in ways that pissed him off. And yet, he still had that lust and longing in his eyes that was sending shivers down her spine and warmth pooling and dampening her panties.

“What are you proposing?” Clayton finally asked.

“See that blonde over there by the bar? The one in the black dress?” Ashley pointed.

“Ash. Seriously?” Chris sounded broken. Shattered. Even as he looked over at the bar and saw the woman, recognition in his eyes, his face was getting paler.

Ashley quieted Chris with a look and turned back to Clayton. “If you can go over and get her number, I’ll leave with you and her. Have another night like we did with Katie.” The strangled sound Chris made made Ashley flinch. “But if you can’t, then you leave me and Chris alone. Forever. No contact. None.” The pointed look she gave Clayton told him that she was talking about more than just her marriage that she was baring him from interfering with.

Clayton glanced down at Ashley’s stomach. She wasn’t showing yet. That would come in a few months. And Chris still didn’t know. She hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him.

“Fine.” Clayton grinned. “Deal. But when I win… you’re coming with me for more than just a night.” The look he gave Ashley spoke volumes. He turned and marched towards the bar, effortlessly weaving through the crowds.

“Ashley? What the fuck!” Chris stepped close, staring at his wife in utter disbelief.

“Chris. Calm down. Okay? And you don’t have any room to be upset after what you pulled when all this started.” She glared at him, the anger and frustration they’d been keeping contained in therapy starting to spill over.

“You can’t hold that over my head forever Ash. Either you forgive me and we move forward or…”

Clayton was suddenly back, holding a napkin with a number on it and a red lipstick imprint. Ashley paled. That wasn’t what she’d been expecting. The woman—Jen—gave Ashley a mischievous smile and wave. Ashley had asked her to be there for moral support in case things didn’t go well with Chris when she told him about being pregnant. She’d expected Jen to throw a drink in Clayton’s face, but she’d given him her number. Meaning… Clayton had won the bet.

Chris grit his teeth, face becoming red. Ashley wasn’t sure if it was from anger, embarrassment, or both. “Fuck the bet…” He was reaching out to take Ashley’s arm.

“Are you really going to go back on a bet, Chris? That doesn’t seem like the manly thing to do.” Clayton taunted.

Before Chris could say or do anything, Ashley was again standing in his way. “Stop, Chris. It’s okay. It’s not really a big deal…”

“Not a big deal? Ash, he was going to pimp you out. He’s practically ruined our marriage!”

Ashley stabbed a finger into Chris’s chest, all her patience evaporating. “No, Chris! You pimped me out with that first bet. You are the one that put our marriage in danger because you had this fucked up fantasy and didn’t even care what it was doing to me and to us. The danger it put us in. Our marriage is over because of you!” She was thankful she wasn’t shouting, though she felt like she wanted to. But she kept her calm.

Chris paled. “I… wh… Ash… no. I mean. Okay I know what I did… but, I thought we were getting better.”

She shook her head, hating that it had come to this. All these months dancing around the truth, the reality. Her marriage was over. At least in the emotional sense. On paper she was still married. But that could be remedied easily enough.

The way Ashley looked away, and let Clayton put a hand on her shoulder without flinching gave Chris all the information he needed to understand. He looked sick. Broken. Taking a step back Chris looked away, eyes starting to water. “Fine. Fuck it. I’m tired of trying. Go ahead. Go fuck him and whoever you want. Didn’t stop you before.” Chris turned and marched off, shoving his way through the crowds and making people yell and spill their drinks. But he never stopped. In a minute Chris was gone and Ashley was left with Clayton.

“He’s just a sore loser.” Clayton said, standing closer and pulling Ashley against him.

“Wouldn’t you be?” She asked, looking at where Chris had disappeared. She did love him… had planned a life with him. But… Now that was over. It’d been over for a while, they just hadn’t seen it.

“So…” Clayton hesitated, a first for him. “I think we have a lot to discuss. If that pregnancy test means what I think it does.”

“And what do you think it means, Clayton.” Ashley whispered.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek and then spoke softly in her ear. “That we are going to be a family.”

…

Jen declined to come back to Clayton’s place when they’d gone up to her. Jen had been the only person Ashley had confided in about the pregnancy, and the fact that it was most likely Clayton’s. When Ashley quietly asked why Jen didn’t tell Clayton to fuck off, Jen told her that  she could tell there was tension between Ashley and Clayton. Something raw and genuine. And after everything Ashley had told her about what was going on with Chris and how it was all just unraveling, she decided to try to play match maker. Or at the very least force Ashley to confront what was going on with Clayton.

Jen’s absence meant Ashley was all alone with Clayton once again. And she was reluctant to go with him at first. Not because she didn’t want to, but because things were still raw with Chris. What she’d done was unfair. Cruel even and though she’d played the game with him, this was real. She’d just ended her marriage.

But in the end, Clayton was irresistible. Ashley was dying for his touch. And Clayton was right, they had to talk about the elephant in the room. Her pregnancy. And the fact that it was his. By the time they came to his apartment, they were pressing against each other, ripping off clothes and grabbing hold of all the parts of each other that they’d missed these last months.

Ashley ended up on all fours on the bed, her breasts swaying under her as Clayton held onto her ass thrusting himself deep and urgent into her dripping smooth pussy. Their grunts were animalistic, primal and raw. Clayton filled Ashley up, sawing into her relentlessly, reaching out and grabbing her hair to arch her back.

“Tell me the truth, Ashley. Tell me you missed this. That you loved it! That you want it!” Clayton growled.

“Yes!” She cried, unable to resist or hide the truth anymore. Chris was gone. She’d in effect chosen Clayton, and right in front of her husband and in a crowd full of people. “Fuck yes I want it!” She screamed. “I fucking love you cock! OH god Clayton please fuck fuck fuck me!”

Clayton groaned, ramming deep, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. “I’m…going to fuck…you for…the rest of…your life.” He gasped out, hips slapping hard against her ass. The moans and the squelches and splashing juices filled the space along with the pulsing heat of their bodies.

“Please! Oh god I’m gonna cum!” She gasped.

Clayton reached around, hand flat on her stomach, thrusting his cock into her pussy over and over, stretching every wall. “Fuck, Ash… we… made a baby…”

Ashley whimpered at the thought. At the truth. Clayton’s baby was inside her. And she wasn’t sad or upset about it. She was happy. Elated even.

“Holy, fuck Ash. Your cunt is so tight. So fucking tight!” He straightened and pulled her back onto him, thrusting more frantically. She shook, bouncing, her ass rippling, tits flying and her moans wavering with the hard and fast thrusts.

“I’m CUMMING!” She screamed.

“Fuck! Fuck take my cum! Take the cum that impregnated you!” Clayton cried out right along with her. Their orgasms syncing up. Ashley squirted all over the bed, and Clayton gushed inside her, filling her up and frothing out along his shaft and balls.

They collapsed next to each other, panting, sweat stained and exhausted.

Silence surrounded them, the weight of things still heavy and oppressive, but lighter for the moment thanks to their orgasms.

“Ash.” Clayton whispered, hand finding hers and fingers tangling.

“Hm?” Ashley’s throat was sore and she was all out of words.

“Come to the Caribbean with me.”

Ashley’s eyes flew open. “What?” She muttered, surprised and confused.

“You don’t think I was gonna stay here, did you? After everything, I think it’s time for a fresh start. For both of us…or… the three of us.” His hand went to her stomach. There was a tenderness there that she honestly didn’t know Clayton had.

“Clayton…I… I’m not sure. Chris… we are still married…”

“Not for long considering how he stormed out and how you came home with me.” He wasn’t being condescending or mean this time, just stating facts.

She sighed. There were probably still tears she would shed, but after all the crying in therapy, she was numb to the fact that Chris and her were over.

“For what it’s worth. I’m sorry. I know it hurts. But…” Clayton rolled over and reached into his nightstand, and then rolled back to face Ashley holding a beautiful silk ribbon with a diamond ring hanging from it. “I was thinking, maybe you’d trade your broken marriage for something new and exciting.”

Ashley stared at the ring and the ribbon, realizing the ribbon was actually a choker. She swallowed hard and shifted her gaze to Clayton. “I… what… are you asking?”

“Marry me Ash. We’re good together. Both fucked up and wild. I won’t hold you back. I’ll help indulge and cultivate your wild sexuality. And we can raise our baby together in the sun and on the beach. One happy family.” His smile was wide and undeniable.

Ashley continued staring at the ring, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. “Clayton…I… no… no I can’t. It’s… my marriage just ended like… three hours ago…”

Clayton nodded, looking slightly disappointed, putting the collar down on the night stand. “I get it. Probably too much all at once.”

She nodded.

“Well… you can still come to the Caribbean with me. Wife or not, I want you with me.” He pulled her close and tucked her head against his chest.

Ashley didn’t think she’d be able to go to sleep. Not after the scene at the bar, Chris’s face when he left, and now this… a proposal when her old marriage was still legally binding. But… she underestimated how exhausting all of that could be and found herself falling asleep within minutes.

…

The sun streamed in through the windows, tickling Ashley’s nose and bringing her into the waking world. Clayton was missing from the bed, and the sound of water running told her he was in the shower.

She rolled over and faced the night stand where the wedding ring collar was still sitting. During the night, she had a vivid dream. Raw and real. It was an image of her and a toddler, walking in the sand as the tide came washing up over their bare feet. The child screamed with laughter. Wind whipped Ashley’s hair. She wore a bikini that was scandalously tight, but there were no other eyes on her except… the man standing ahead of them. The man the toddler was starting to run to. Who’s eyes were for her, burning with lust and passion and possession. There was love there too, a different kind than the sort she was used to with Chris, but it was exciting and fun.

If Ashley was confused yesterday, she was sure today. Things were happening fast, but it was more like her and Chris had been rolling down a gentle slope for months and months, but now they were reaching the bottom and the ball was rolling faster, faster. This whole adventure was coming to an end, and something new was about to begin.

Ashley grabbed the collar and slipped out of bed, walking naked to the bathroom. When she opened the shower door, Clayton stood there, soapy and wet. He looked over at her, surprised. Her eyes met his as she finished buckling the collar around her throat, the diamond ring glittering at her throat. 

“Mind if your… fiance… joins you?” She asked, and stepped in under the warm spray into Clayton’s arms.

…

Four Months Later

Sweat matted Ashley’s hair as she arched back, heavy breasts full of milk bouncing along with her swelling stomach. Clayton groaned beneath her as she bounced on his cock, the bed creaking and groaning beneath them, wind blowing through the open windows ushering in the sounds of the rolling waves and shifting palms.

Her hips ground against her new husband, freshly married just two days ago. Only a day after her old marriage had been dissolved. Clayton had been able to expedite her divorce from Chris, and after Ashely had revealed her pregnancy and that it was no doubt Clayton’s, Chris didn’t fight it.

It hurt. Ashley wasn’t heartless. She did love Chris. And if it hadn’t been for him and his stupid bet, then she’d never have met Clayton. And her baby girl wouldn’t exist. Thankfully, she and Chris had found a way to be cordial. He was bitter and upset, but he didn’t wish her ill. He only saw her when there was a necessity to sign papers. And when he saw her growing bump she saw what little love he had for her dissolve. She hated it. But… sometimes things ended.

Now she was riding her new husband hard. Gasping and moaning as he invaded her depths, making her baby bump bounce and heavy tits sway. HIs hands gripped her ass as he grunted, thrusting up hard into her. “Fuck baby! Fuck! Take it in baby, fucking take my cock.”

“Yes! Yes mmmm fuck me husband. Fuck me! Fuck your naughty wife!” She groaned, her hands going to her tits and expanding nipples, rubbing and pinching.

“Yeah! My fucking nasty wife. You want that pregnant pussy to be filled again? Huh? Want me to invite my friends over and get your air tight?” Clayton laughed, spanking her jiggling ass.

“Yes! FUCK! FUCKING make me your whore baby! I’m your fucking dirty wife, married whore.”

“Milf!” Clayton grunted.

Ashley laughed with him and then let out a deep groan, her hands going to her stomach and holding it tight as her orgasm rippled through her, making little baby Christine kick and wiggle inside, as eager as her mommy was to for life and its many adventures.

Clayton shot his load deep inside his new wife as her orgasm rushed through her, his hand going to her stomach to feel his child kicking while his wife trembled.

One, happy fucked up family.