Chapter 74: Katie’s Aftershocks

The first thing Katie noticed was the ache. Her body felt like it had been through a war. Her thighs sore, her ass still tender, her throat raw. She stretched slowly, wincing as the sheets brushed against her skin. The bed was empty next to her as her husband had already come back to the room but had already left. She vaguely remembered hearing him come back late last night.

She blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains, her mind foggy with sleep. The last thing she remembered was collapsing into bed, her body spent, her mind still buzzing with the aftershocks of what happened at the Circle Cinema. She had waited for Fred, listening for the click of the door, the sound of his footsteps. But exhaustion had pulled her under before he returned along with a bottle of wine. Her wine glass sat empty on the table along with the bottle.

Now, the room was silent. Katie sat up, the movement sending a fresh wave of soreness through her. She could still feel them, the weight of their hands, the echo of their voices, the way they had filled her, used her, and left their mark on her face. She reached for her phone on the nightstand: 8:47 AM.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the cold floor. She stood slowly, her body protesting, and made her way to the bathroom. The mirror told the story of the night before as her hair was still slightly tangled, her lips a little swollen. She splashed water on her face, the coolness shocking her awake.

Katie wrapped herself in a robe, tying it tightly around her waist. She moved through the suite, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the room service tray, the liquid bitter and strong. She needed the caffeine, needed the jolt to clear her head. As she sipped, she wandered to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the city below. The streets were alive with the hum of morning traffic, the world moving on as if nothing had changed.

But everything had changed. Yesterday had been different. It hadn’t been about sneaking, about lying, about the thrill of being with a random stranger that she had grown addicted to doing. It had been about her loving husband Fred watching her, about the way his silence had been as loud as a confession. She had given herself to those men, but she had given herself to her husband and his desires and fantasies.

Katie set her coffee down, her fingers tracing the edge of the mug. She wished Fred was there right now so they could talk about what happened, about everything. Did he find Ibrahim? Did he convince him to invest in the firm? Did he enjoy what had happened yesterday afternoon? Then the doubts seeped in as maybe he was avoiding her. Maybe he left early this morning to avoid talking about it. Or maybe he was just being her overachieving husband and was already building his brand at the conference.

She reached for her phone again, her thumb hovering over his contact. She wanted to call him, to talk, to hear his voice. But something held her back. The unspoken rules of their marriage had shifted last night. She wasn’t sure what came next after being involved in the rough gangbang.

Fred had left his laptop open on the desk, a spreadsheet of investor contacts glowing on the screen. She paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, the reality of why they were here, Wichita, the conference, the meetings, crashing back into her.

She sank onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, and picked up her phone again. The screen lit up with notifications of emails, texts, and a missed call from her sister. She ignored them, her thumb scrolling her socials. But Katie couldn’t get the thoughts of the past few days out of her mind.

The buzz of her phone jolted her from her thoughts, and Katie bit her lip, her pussy still aching with the ghost of last night’s pleasure. Her mind as she whispered outloud to nobody in the room, “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She should feel disgusted. Ashamed. Regretful. But instead, all she felt was a thrumming, restless hunger, a heat that lingered beneath her skin.

She glanced down at the screen. A text from Fred: “Good morning! I wanted to wake you but it looked like you were passed out! If you feel up to it, so many investors are milling around that I could use a wingman this afternoon.”

Katie exhaled, her fingers tightening around the phone. There was no mention of last night. No acknowledgment of the way she had surrendered, the way they had used her, the way Fred had watched and ultimately came with the other men on her upturned freckled face. A flicker of disappointment twisted in her chest, but she pushed it aside as her husband needed her. He was here for the conference. He needed to focus. And right now, he needed her to be with him.

She stood, her body still sore in the best and worst ways, and walked to the closet. She knew exactly what to wear. The black sleeveless sheath dress, the one that hugged her body like a second skin, the fabric smooth and structured, clinging to her curves with precision. The neckline was modest yet alluring, hinting at the swell of her breasts without revealing too much. It was professional, elegant, the perfect armor for a day of networking and charm.

She pulled it on, the dress molding to her body as if it had been made for her. The dark charcoal color contrasted with her freckled skin, making her look poised, confident, untouchable. She paired it with her strappy, black high heels, the ones that added just the right amount of elegance and femininity.

As she studied herself in the mirror, she saw the woman her husband needed, polished, capable, irresistible. The woman who used to be an executive with the Bank of America. The dress hugged her hips, accentuating the sway of her body, and the heels made her legs look endless. She looked like the confident businesswoman, the kind of woman who could charm investors and close deals with a smile. But beneath the fabric, her skin still tingled with the memory of hands and mouths and cock.

She took a deep breath, smoothing her hands over the dress, pushing the thoughts aside. Today, she was her old self, the executive with a master’s in finance from the University of Kansas, Fred’s partner, his wingman.

But last night, she had been someone else. A slut, a whore, a thing to be used and she loved it. As she finished her makeup and curled her long flowing hair; she began the walk down the block to the convention center as the ache between her legs flaring at the memory. Her nipples hardened beneath the dress as she imagined their hands on her again, their cocks filling her again, their cum drenching her again.

She stepped into the conference, the air thick the hum of conversations about money and deals. Fred was already deep in discussion with a group of investors, his posture confident, his suit impeccable.

Their eyes met. For a second, the world stopped. His gaze darkened, flashing with the memory of her on her knees, her mouth stretched around a stranger’s cock, her ass filled, her pussy used by two hard pricks.

She smiled at him as she tilted her head with a knowing smile. Fred couldn’t help but beam back at the way she looked and the way she carried herself. It was like two different people, the slut from last night and now the perfect wife and business woman. Then he looked away and went back to business as investors lined up to speak with him.

Katie exhaled, her fingers curling into her palms. She moved through the crowd with ease, her laugh light, her conversations effortless. By late afternoon, the conference room buzzed with the kind of energy that only came from money and ambition. Katie had spent the last three hours weaving through the crowd, her voice a velvet blade, sharp, persuasive, impossible to resist. She had secured six new investor meetings for Fred, her instincts honed from years of navigating the cutthroat world of finance. But it wasn’t just her words that sealed the deals. It was the way she leaned in, her dress just low enough to tease, her fingers brushing a man’s arm as she laughed at his joke, her hazel eyes locking onto his with a promise that had nothing to do with business. She knew the game and how to play it. And she played it well. It was the one thing she had learned after her time had ended at Bank of America, sex does sell. But then she never fathomed using sex while working at her previous job; she always maintained it was hard work but that was before her sexual discovery that broadened her horizons.

Fred watched her from across the room, his jaw tight, his cock stirring as she charmed a group of potential clients. She was perfect, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her freckled skin flushed with the thrill of the hunt, her lips curved in a smile that knew exactly what it did to men. The way she tilted her head just so, the way her fingers lingered on a man’s wrist, the way her laughter filled the room like a siren’s call, it was all calculated. All intentional.

And Katie knew her husband was watching and like before; it excited her. She felt his gaze on her like a physical touch, burning into her skin, heating her from the inside out. She didn’t need to look at him to know he was remembering, remembering the theater, remembering the way she had taken those men, remembering the way he had let her. The knowledge sent a fire coursing through her veins, a slow, smoldering heat that settled between her thighs. She loved this, the thrill of the chase, the power of persuasion, the way she could bend men to her will with just a look. But more than that, she loved that Fred was watching and knew he was hard for her all over again.

This wasn’t just about business. It was about them. Finance had always been their common ground, the thing that had brought them together years ago at the University of Kansas. Back then, they had been two hungry young professionals, both driven, both ruthless. They had bonded over late nights in the library, over spreadsheets and stock reports, over the shared thrill of closing a deal. But now? Now, it was more than that. Now, it was about the way her body still ached from last night, the way Fred’s eyes widened every time she touched another man, the way they both knew this was more than just a game.

Fred finally pushed away from the wall where he’d been leaning, his suit jacket pulling slightly across his shoulders as he moved. He crossed the room with the easy confidence of a man who owned it, his gaze never leaving hers. When he reached her, he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheek in a kiss. His breath was warm against her ear as he murmured, “Thank you for helping me out. This is going better than I ever imagined!” He swallowed hard as he looked her up and down, “You look gorgeous!” His voice then lowered, “Are you okay? After...” his voice trailing off.

Katie shivered, her skin prickling where his lips had touched her. She could smell his cologne and it made her want to press closer, to let him feel just how much his attention affected her. But she didn’t. Not here. Not yet. “You are welcome! I’m always here for you!” She beamed as she continued, “I’m fine.” Her voice whispered, “Are you okay?”

Fred shook his head eagerly, “I’m great,” as he glanced around making sure nobody is listening to their conversation.

“Ibrahim? Is he still here?” Katie tilted her head upwards and scanned the crowd.

Fred shrugged his shoulders, “He left. I was barely able to get a word to him when I got back. Alan will be upset I’m sure.”

Katie reached out and rubbed his back, “It will be fine! I secured three interviews for later this afternoon with potential investors!”

With who?” Fred eagerly asked.

Katie laughs, “When are you going to learn to use your calendar on your phone?” She lifts her phone up. “You have Ted Monday at 5:00, Rex Artest at 6:30 and Maxilliman Dunbar at 8:00 pm. And a few phone connections for later this week.”

Fred’s eyes widened, “I’m meeting Dunbar?” He glances down at her phone, “8:00 pm? Holy hell Katie.” He erupts in a smile, “You are amazing.” He scanned her up and down. He was the luckiest man in the world to have such a true partner in life. Not only was she beautiful, sexy but she knew the game. She knew how to use all of her financial knowledge to help the company.

“Tell me you didn’t schedule anyone tonight, I hope I didn’t create a conflict. You need a secretary or something to help you out if you are going to continue being in such demand!!” Katie joked.

“I think I have one for free!” Fred winked at her, “But no, I guess I’m not as pretty as you are to get them. They aren’t planning on meeting you are they?” As he said it; he could only imagine that if they did meet his wife. The same way a theater filled with strangers did yesterday afternoon. Fred knew that was a line though they should not cross.

“No. They are eager to meet The Fred Jackson,” she beamed as she said her husband’s name with emphasis.

An announcement was made from the back of the room that the dinner was ready for seating. “You are so amazing!” Fred took her hand, his fingers threading through hers, his grip firm. He led her toward the catered dinner, his touch possessive, his silence speaking volumes. They sat at the head table, surrounded by men and women who wanted to hear more of Fred’s plan, who wanted to be a part of whatever magic he was selling. Katie chimed in when needed, her voice smooth, her insights sharp. She could feel the lustful stares of the men in the room, the way their eyes lingered on her lips, her cleavage, the curve of her neck. She knew Fred saw it too. Katie knew it drove him crazy but also it drove her crazy as well.

As the dinner wound down, Fred glanced at his watch, his expression tightening. “I guess I’ll be late tonight,” he said, his voice low, his eyes scanning the room. He turned back to her, his gaze dark. “Don’t wait up.”

Katie’s stomach twisted. She didn’t want to let him go. Not yet. “Do you want me to stay?” she offered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Fred hesitated, his jaw clenching. “No. It’s closed-door meetings.” He cringed slightly, as if the words left a bad taste in his mouth. “I should just talk with Alan about adding you to the payroll after what you did this afternoon.”

Katie’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She leaned in, her voice a purr. “Would I get paid for what I did yesterday afternoon?”

Fred’s eyes flashed, his grip tightening on the edge of the table for just a second before he stood, his voice rough. He was at a loss for words. He couldn’t help but smile as he shrugged, “We could probably figure something out for compensation.”