The air between Ashley and Callum felt molten, thick enough to taste.

She knelt in front of him, perfectly composed, hair spilling in a dark, glossy frame. Her hazel eyes locked on him, shifting with that hypnotic unpredictability her ADHD made so natural — one moment soft and faraway, as if lost in some secret memory, the next razor-sharp, daring him to interrupt the dream. Each flicker pulled him in deeper.

From the hollow at her collarbone, she drew out a silver locket. It caught the light like a signal, not a trinket.

“Aaron asked me to give this to you,” she said, her tone calm, measured.

“What is it?”

“It’s what frees us from our inhibitions,” she said simply. “When I wear it, we only please each other. No ego. Just pure desire. It’s from both of us. Keep it as long as you need.”

“So… does this mean what I think it means?”

“Yes,” she smiled faintly, “and probably more.”

Her hand rested lightly on his thigh, grounding herself without breaking eye contact. In her drifting mind, she replayed him gripping her waist, his breath on her neck. The images bled into her posture — the faint tilt of her chin, the slow parting of her lips.

Callum felt caught in her gravity. Her stillness wasn’t passive — it was charged restraint, every micro-movement deliberate.

Then her lips curved into a knowing smile. She reached for her phone and held it out to him.

“Film this,” she said, voice low, steady.

He took it. Hit record.

Ashley’s eyes found the lens, but not him — as though she were already speaking to someone else. “Hi, honey,” she murmured. Her fingers traced idle patterns on her thighs, then caught the locket chain, letting it glint before dropping it again.

“You’d like this angle,” she said softly, tilting her head so her pulse showed in the frame. Her breathing slowed, lips parting as the silence deepened.

“Imagine me like this… knowing you’re watching… and thinking about what comes next.”

Then, without warning, she rose to her feet, hips rolling with each step, her waist leading, shoulders following. The buttons of her blouse came undone one by one, each click captured by the mic. She shrugged it from her shoulders and, with a flick, tossed it over the camera.

The screen went black.

From that moment, the scene existed entirely in sound.

A slow shuffle of bare feet on carpet.

Callum’s voice: “No cheating! Hands behind your back… just your lips.”

Her playful squeal: “It keeps slipping out…” followed by a sly laugh. “Maybe I like making you work for it.”, giggling naughtily.

Floorboards creaked.

Callum: “Walk slowly towards that chair… roll those hips for me, baby.”

Fabric slid over skin, buttons clicking.

Ashley: “Like this? Or should I make you beg for the last one?”

Callum: “That’s right… strip for me, baby. You like to tease… or to please?”

Her chuckle was soft, suggestive: “I like to please… but teasing gets me there. Bet he’d love to hear this part.”

A short inhale.

Callum: “Good girl… slower… take your time.”

Ashley’s voice dropped closer to the mic: “Mmm… you’re not the only one listening later… you know that, right?”

The faint rasp of bodies closing in.

Callum: “Grind with me.”

Her breathing shifted — short bursts, playful moans: “Careful… you’re making me forget who I’m supposed to be doing this for.”

A soft laugh, closer to the mic: “Mmm… maybe I’ll tell him you made me do it.”

A sudden sharp gasp — “Oh—!” — followed by a low hum.

A whisper to Callum, almost shy: “Harder… Lick me harder, just like—” cut short by a louder moan.

The faint rustle of fabric.

Callum’s voice, firmer now: “Look at you… you can’t even stand still.”

Her laugh was breathless, self-conscious: “I… I know… I can’t help it.”

“You’re trembling,” he murmured.

A gasp, her tone halfway between protest and delight: “Don’t point it out… it makes it worse.”

His reply came smooth, teasing: “Good. I like you like this — needy.”

Her voice dropped, almost confessing: “I like it too… when you make me feel like I can’t control myself.”

Callum chuckled low: “If only he could see you now… flushed, shaking… making those little noises.”

She laughed softly, embarrassed but aroused: “Stop… you’re making me blush.”

“Good,” he said simply, “blush for me.”

There was a pause, just the sound of her breathing harder.

Then his voice, lower: “You don’t even realise how obvious it is… how much you’re giving yourself away.”

Her breath caught, a tiny gasp before she answered: “I… can’t help it.”

Her body shook, not only from the distress and intensity of her physical arousal, but also from the heavy pounding she was receiving from him.

He let the silence stretch, then: “I like watching you lose control. You’re trying to hold it together, but you’re not even close.”

Her tone turned smaller, more intimate: “I’m not… I can’t.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice curling around the words. “Let it happen. Don’t hide it from me.”

Her breathing hitched again, followed by a muffled, almost embarrassed laugh: “You’re making me sound ridiculous.”

“You sound perfect,” he replied. “Exactly how I want you to sound. Don’t change it.”

Another moan slipped out, unplanned.

He caught it instantly: “There. That one… I want more of those.”

She whispered something the mic barely caught — “You’re too much…” — but it melted into another gasp, betraying the opposite.

A beat of silence, then her voice, low and deliberate: “Is this what you want, Callum? Or is this what you want him to hear?”

Her tone turned playful again: “Would you like both of them at the same time? Let me squeeze them together… mmm.”

A breathless hum: “Slide it between while I squeeze! Mmmm… are you liking this as much as me?”

Her breathing grew heavier, then she whispered, almost conspiratorial: “If you want to slide it more… I could take it in my mouth too.”

Callum’s reply was a low, amused growl: “Not yet. I want you to wait for it… feel how much you want it first.”

She gave a short, shaky laugh, her voice soft: “That’s not fair.”

“Exactly,” he murmured. “I want you begging for it before I give it to you.”

The bed springs caught suddenly — no build-up — squeaking in short, unpredictable bursts.

Ashley’s voice, mid-laugh, breathless: “Oh—! You didn’t even warn me…”

A sharp slap cracked against skin. She squealed in delight: “Do it again.”

Another slap.

Callum: “Right there… facing the mirror. Part your legs slightly. Hold it.”

Ashley: “I’ve never tried it standing up like this…”

Callum: “This is how I like to fuck little sluts. Aaron’s known about this passion all my life, convincing women the be fucked while filming them for my collection. I think I know exactly why he chose me. What about you?"

Ashley: "Aaron never told me about that!", she exclaimed surprised and wide-eye.

She smiled and lowered head, a bit shy and confessed: "Aaron and I had a game where I would turn him on throughout the day by touching myself or exposing myself secretly while we had people around.

But when you came around, I got so turned on and slutty that I wanted you to catch me and take me.

F U C K me like a little slut if that's what Aaron wants.

Is that what you want Aaron, to see your pretty little wife fucked like whore? Is that what turns you on baby?

If that's what my boys want, then I'm happy to oblige "

She grinned eagerly and deliciously.

Movement — a thud, the shuffle of feet — then her voice broke into waves: “Uh… uhuh… ah… yes… mmm—”

A sudden gasp: “You’re gonna make me—” followed by laughter. “—I hope he’s jealous.”

The rhythm grew chaotic — squeaks, slaps, and a muffled sound that could have been a kiss or a bite.

Callum, low: “Look at you… if he only knew.”

Ashley, husky: “Maybe I’ll tell him… or maybe I’ll make him guess.”

Then, mid-moan, almost conversational: “Oh, we’re creasing the sheets… Aaron hates that.”

The squeaks quickened, sharper now, the rhythm turning frantic.

Ashley’s voice came in short bursts, breathless and urgent, before she gasped out, laughing between words:

“Oh no… not on the sheets, please… spray my chest instead!”

A lazy laugh followed — then silence.

Callum "It'll be a lot of fun teaching you these things"

Ashley "Same time tomorrow then?"

Callum "Sorry not tomorrow, I have an interview"

Ashley "That's fine, just drop by ANYTIME you're free"