A morning like the night before?

The next day, Ashleigh found herself still in Louisa's body. She woke up, her body aching and her skin sticky with sweat. She couldn't believe she'd slept with Frank and then Teddy in the same night. It was almost too good to be true.

As Ashleigh padded into the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and her pink hair was matted to her head. She looked like a wreck, but she couldn't bring herself to care. This wasn't really her body anyway. It was Louisa's, Teddy's stupid new wife.

Ashleigh turned on the shower and stepped in, relishing the feeling of the hot water washing over her skin. She closed her eyes, and let her thoughts drift back to the night before. Frank's cock was a nice surprise, and the feeling of his girth stretching her open had been incredible. As unattractive as he was, his cock more than made up for it.

But it was Teddy's jealousy that really got her going. She could tell he was seething with anger at the thought of Louisa fucking Frank. What would he say if he knew the truth? She grinned as she imagined his face, his eyes dark with fury. The thought made her pussy throb, and she couldn't help but touch herself.

Ashleigh slid her hand between her legs, and began to rub her clit. She closed her eyes, and let her imagination run wild. She could picture Teddy's face, his mouth twisted in anger. She could feel Frank's hands on her skin, his fingers digging into her hips. She could hear his moans, his voice strained with desire.

She sped up her movements, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She could feel her orgasm building, a tightening in her belly and a tingling in her clit. She was close. The novelty of hearing Louisa's voice in the throes of passion was almost too much for her. She could feel her orgasm overtake her, and her knees buckled beneath her.

Ashleigh collapsed to the shower floor, panting and gasping for air. Her eyes were still closed, and her mind was racing. She hadn't even been in Louisa's body for a full 24 hours, and she'd already fucked her boss and her husband. It was almost too easy.

"I suppose I should actually get washed up," Ashleigh muttered to herself, rising to her feet. She lathered her hair with shampoo, and washed her body with soap. She rinsed herself off, and turned off the shower. She stepped out, and wrapped a towel around her waist.

As she walked back into the bedroom, Ashleigh couldn't help but notice how empty the apartment felt. Teddy was at work, and the silence was deafening. She lay on the bed, her wet hair dripping onto the sheets. She began to poke through Louisa's memories regarding her relationship with Teddy.

Ashleigh could sense a deep longing for him, a desire that bordered on obsession. Teddy was the first man that had offered Louisa any sort of security and stability, and she had latched onto him. Her previous relationships had been tumultuous and chaotic, and her life had lacked direction. Teddy had offered her a chance to change all that, and she had eagerly accepted.

Ashleigh would have almost found their story romantic, if not for the fact that their relationship had started whilst Teddy was still married to her. She had suspected as much, but now that she was inside Louisa's mind, she could confirm it. Teddy had been cheating on her with Louisa, and it made her stomach turn.

Any ounce of pity Ashleigh had for Louisa vanished, and she felt her anger and jealousy rise to the surface. Taking over Louisa's life had been an impulsive decision, but now she was invested. Ashleigh felt no guilt in pursuing her ****. She had no intention of leaving until she'd made Teddy suffer.

A sudden knock at the door startled her, and she sat up abruptly. She pulled her towel tighter around her, and hurried to the window. She peeked through the curtains, and saw a figure standing outside.

Ashleigh recognized him immediately. It was Frank, the bar manager, and he looked agitated. Opting not to put on any clothes, she dashed down the stairs and opened the door.

"Frank," she exclaimed, her voice breathless. "What are you doing here?"

He stared at her, his gaze raking over her towel-clad body. His face showed a flash of arousal but he quickly recovered. "Louisa, we need to talk. Can I come in?"

Ashleigh leaned against the door frame, a seductive smile on her face. "I'm guessing it's not a conversation we should have in public," she murmured, her eyes flicking to his crotch. "Come inside, Frank."

She made room for him to enter, and closed the door behind him. Ashleigh could sense his nervousness. The sight of her in a towel had clearly unsettled him, and she was relishing the moment. Frank sat on the couch, his gaze focused on the ground.

"So, what's this about, Frank?" Ashleigh asked, her voice casual. "Did you not enjoy our little encounter last night?"

Frank looked up at her, his expression pained. "Of course I enjoyed it," he exclaimed, his voice hoarse. "It was incredible. You were incredible."

Ashleigh grinned. "Then what's the problem?"

Frank paused, and Ashleigh sensed his hesitation. "Look, Louisa," he began, his voice low. "I want you. God, do I want you. But I know you're married, and Teddy is a decent bloke." Frank look up at her, a look of exasperation on his face. "And I'm almost twice your age and not exactly a prize. Why on earth are you interested in me?"

Ashleigh laughed brightly. Frank was insecure, and it was adorable. She leaned forward, the towel slipping off her shoulders and revealing her breasts. She could see his eyes widen, and his cheeks flush.

"Frank," she began, her voice soft. "Teddy and I are in an open relationship. He's allowed to have his fun, and so am I. As long as he doesn't find out, we're good." Ashleigh paused, her eyes meeting his. "So, why don't we stop talking, and have some fun instead?"

Frank seemed to consider her words, his eyes clouded with doubt. But his gaze flicked to her breasts, and she could see his resolve crumble. He lunged forward, his mouth pressed against hers. Ashleigh could taste his desperation, his need for her. It was intoxicating, and she eagerly responded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue darting into his mouth.

Frank pulled back, his breathing ragged. "You're driving me mad, Louisa," he gasped, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I want you so badly."

Ashleigh giggled, and pushed him back against the couch. "Good," she purred, straddling his lap. "Now, why don't you fuck me, Frank?"

He didn't need any more encouragement. He reached up and tugged her towel off, revealing her naked body. He groaned at the sight of her, her breasts bouncing and her pussy wet. He slid his fingers between her legs, and began to rub her clit.

Ashleigh pushed away his hand. "I'm not a delicate flower, Frank," she moaned, her voice hoarse with lust. "Fuck me."

Her words sent a shiver of desire down his spine. He tore off his clothes, his cock throbbing with desire. Even though she'd seen it the night before, the sight of his cock still took her by surprise.

Frank wasted no time. He grasped her hips, and teased her entrance with his cock. She gasped, her pussy still stretched out from the night before. He slowly pushed himself inside her, his movements slow and measured.

Ashleigh couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of his gentle caresses, and she wanted to be fucked. She reached down and pushed him onto his back, her legs straddling his hips. Frank groaned as his cock slid deeper into her, and his hands gripped her thighs.

"I want to fuck you, Frank," she gasped, her voice strained with need. "Fuck me."

Frank responded by thrusting his hips, his cock pulsating inside her. Ashleigh moaned, the sensation of his cock filling her overwhelming. She ground her hips against his, her movements frantic and needy.

Frank began to speed up his thrusts, his movements becoming rougher. Ashleigh could feel her orgasm building, a tightening in her belly and a tingling in her clit. She began to gasp, her breathing shallow and ragged.

"Oh God, Frank," she cried, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me."

He continued to pound into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Ashleigh could feel herself getting close, her orgasm hovering just out of reach. She grasped her breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples.

Frank seemed to sense her desperation. He reached up and pulled her towards him, his mouth enveloping her nipple. He began to suck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. The sensation was too much, and Ashleigh could feel herself teetering on the edge.

"I'm so fucking close, Frank," she gasped, her voice strained. "God, please don't stop."

He didn't. Frank continued to suck her nipple, his tongue teasing her relentlessly. Ashleigh could feel her orgasm building, a tightening in her belly and a tingling in her clit. With a moan, she threw her head back and let the sensation overtake her. Her orgasm washed over her like a wave, and she collapsed onto his chest.

Frank held her tightly, his cock still pulsating inside her. She could feel him twitching, and she knew he was close. He pulled her down on top of him, and his hips began to move. His thrusts became faster and faster, and Ashleigh could feel him shuddering beneath her.

With a groan, he came, his cum spilling inside her like a fountain. He continued to thrust, his movements slowing until he was still. Ashleigh lay on his chest, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged. She could feel his heartbeat, and his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Ashleigh eased herself off him, and lay beside him on the couch. She looked at his large, pale body, and couldn't help but giggle. Frank looked utterly exhausted, his face flushed and his eyes glassy. His monster cock had gone limp, and lay on his thigh. Semen oozed from the tip, and dripped onto the couch.

"That was something else, Louisa," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're bloody amazing."

Ashleigh grinned, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Frank," she replied, her voice soft. "I can't wait for work tonight. We'll have to do it again."

Frank nodded, his eyes closing. "I'll try my best, love," he mumbled, slowly heaving himself to his feet. "I'm afraid I need to get going." He reached for his underwear only to find it torn.

"Don't worry, you can borrow a pair of Teddy's," Ashleigh chuckled. "Though they may be a bit small for you."

Before Frank could protest, Ashleigh dashed upstairs and grabbed a pair of Teddy's boxers. She returned downstairs and handed them to him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She watched him struggle to fit them over his thick thighs, and let out a giggle.

As Frank finally managed to pull them up, Ashleigh admired the way the fabric strained against his crotch. "You fill them out nicely, Frank," she teased, "much better than Teddy ever could."

Frank's cheeks flushed pink, and he averted his gaze. "Well, thanks for the, um, compliment," he muttered, quickly pulling on his jeans and shirt. "I'll see you tonight."

"I look forward to it," Ashleigh murmured, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I think we'll have a lot of fun."