Addison Albright has the perfect life. Remarkably brilliant with phD's in both Philosophy and English Literature from Harvard, the 28 year old has quickly made a name for herself in the world of academic writing. The author of several successful books on Philosophy, she's able to spend her days writing full time with her loving husband, Mark, by her side. With Addison being shy, bookish, prudish, and all but entirely asexual, the physical aspect of their relationship is somewhat lacking, from Mark's perspective, but, fortunately, the intellectual stimulation of the conversations and the emotional connection they share more than makes up for it. While Addison is thriving, however, her much less academically inclined lifelong best friend, Samantha, is struggling. Samantha has an incredibly high sex drive as well as a litany of slutty tendencies, preferences, and inclinations, and they've made life quite difficult for her in many ways. Whether it be the fact that she can't hold down a boyfriend because she keeps cheating on them, that she was fired from her last two jobs for coming on to male coworkers, or that her sexual needs often get in the way of her being productive at home, Samantha's slutty tendencies have severely damaged her quality of life. Realizing that she's a nymphomaniac, Samantha decides to participate in an experimental treatment. Samantha goes to "Star Labs" where a device has been created capable of scanning someone's brain, removing their sexual drive, preferences, and tendencies, and storing them in a data container. Nervous and uncertain about the wild claims of the treatment, Samantha asks Addison to go with her to the facility, and Addison reluctantly agrees. After the two sign a number of waivers and an NDA, they arrive at the lab and Samantha prepares for her treatment. The machine activates, and it is successful in removing Samantha's sexual desires, preferences, and tendencies, however, after the treatment is complete, something goes wrong. The data container explodes, blasting Addison directly. Fortunately, Addison is physically fine, but what she doesn't learn until later is that now SHE has all of Samantha's sexual drive, her sexual tendencies, and her kinks/desires. And now she has to navigate life as a slut.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Addison's fingers danced over the keyboard with mathematical precision, her eyes scanning the dense, academic jargon that filled her screen. The clock in the corner of her laptop read 3:17 PM, but she barely noticed. She was in her element, her heart pounding with the thrill of discovery as she crafted her latest essay on the circularity of postmodernist discourse.

However, just as she was nearing the conclusion of her latest chapter, her phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting her flow. She sighed, glancing at the screen, and saw Samantha's name flash across it. She picked up, swiveling in her chair to face the window.

"Hey, Sam. What's up?"

"Addison, you won't believe it! I finally found a way to get rid of this... this curse of mine." Samantha's voice was breathless, excited.

Addison raised an eyebrow, turning back to her laptop. "Your 'curse,' as you call it, is a result of your own actions, Sam. You can't just 'get rid' of your libido."

Samantha huffed, "I know, I know. But hear me out. There's this place, Star Labs, they're doing experimental stuff. Like, science fiction stuff.

They've got a machine that can... I don't know, rewire your brain or something. Make you normal."

Addison rolled her eyes, despite Samantha's enthusiasm. "Normal' is subjective, Sam. And even if it isn't, I'm not sure you want to mess with your brain like that."

"You can't be serious, Addison. You've seen what my life is like. I can't hold down a job, I can't keep a boyfriend. I'm a walking cliché. I need this."

Addison hesitated, her fingers drumming on the desk.

She could hear the sincerity in Samantha's voice, the desperation. And she knew her friend was right. Samantha's life was a chaos of broken relationships and lost jobs, all because she couldn't control her urges. But still...

"I don't know, Sam. It sounds dangerous. What if something goes wrong?"

Samantha scoffed, "Addison, come on. When have you ever known me to back down from a little danger?"

Addison chuckled, "Fair point, I suppose. So, were you just calling to ask for my permission, or?..." Addison let the question hang, her fingers tapping lightly on the laptop keyboard.

"Well, not exactly" Samantha began, a playful lilt in her voice. "I was hoping you'd come with me, Addie. For moral support, you know? And to make sure they don't experiment on me too much."

Addison laughed, shaking her head. "And how exactly would I stop that? I'm hardly a bodyguard, Sam."

"You're smarter than them, Addie. You can out-intellectualize them. Besides, you're the only one I trust with this.

Please, Addie?" Samantha's voice softened, and Addison could hear the plea behind it. She sighed, knowing she couldn't say no to her friend.

"Alright, alright. I'll come. But if I miss my publishing deadline because of this, you owe me big time."

Samantha whooped into the phone, "Thank you, Addie! I owe you big time already, you know that. I'll pick you up in an hour?"

Addison hung up, turning back to her laptop.

She looked at the blinking cursor, then saved her work with a sigh. She knew she shouldn't be leaving her chapter unfinished, but Samantha needed her. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to be experimented on herself. She was just there to observe, to make sure nothing went wrong.

Just at the moment, Addison heard the door to her modest 3 bedroom home open as her husband, Mark, stepped across the threshold.

He was a lanky man, tall and lean with a perpetual five o'clock shadow and an easy smile. He dropped his briefcase on the floor with a thud and kicked off his shoes before walking into the living room.

"Hey love," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. "You working late again?"

Addison smiled, turning her chair to face him. "Hey Mark. Not late, just busy. I just got a call from Samantha. She's got herself into some kind of mess again."

Mark raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh really?

And what sort of mess has she gotten herself into this time?" Mark asked, leaning against the door frame.

Addison began to open her mouth to answer, however, before she did, her analytical mind took a moment to consider the situation. She knew Star Labs to be a startup on the cutting edge of medical technology, were the articles about them to be believed, and, if Samantha was undergoing an experimental treatment developed by them, and if she was to be in attendance on top of that, it was highly likely both of them would be asked to sign binding NDA's. Technically, telling Mark what was going on NOW wouldn't violate any such future agreement, however, the more she thought about it the more she came to the conclusion that it would be best if Mark didn't know about her and Samantha's upcoming trip to Star Labs. " Oh, it's just a... a personal favor," Addison finally said, trying to keep her voice casual. "She needs someone to go with her to an appointment."

Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the issue. "An appointment? Is she okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Addison nodded. "Yeah, she's fine. It's just... something she me to help her with. I wouldn't worry about it."

Mark looked at her for a moment longer, then shrugged. "Alright, if you say so. But don't be too late, okay? When are you leaving then?" Mark asked, glancing at his watch.

"In about an hour. Samantha's picking me up," Addison replied, gathering her things.

"Oh, okay," Mark said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I was hoping we could have dinner together. I got the stuff to make your favorite."

Addison hesitated, looking at Mark. She knew he was trying to be understanding, but she also knew he was hurt that she was leaving. Again. She sighed, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry, Mark. I know I've been busy a lot lately. But this is important to Sam.

I can't just blow her off," Addison said, looking up at him.

Mark's expression softened as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know. I'm not mad at you, Addie. I'm just... I miss you. We've barely spent any time together this week."

Addison felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She knew Mark was right. Between her academic pursuits and Samantha's constant dramas, she had been neglecting her husband. She leaned into him, resting her head on his chest.

"You know, Addison, an hour still gives us a little time to uh, you know, if you're up for it" Mark said, pulling back to flash a smile at his wife. Addison sighed, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Mark... do we have to?

I mean, I do appreciate the offer, but I've got a lot to do before Sam gets here." Addison tried to keep her voice light, but she could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks. She and Mark hadn't been intimate in weeks, and she knew he was getting frustrated. But she just couldn't bring herself to feel excited about it. It was like going through the motions, and it left her feeling empty and guilty.

Mark's smile faded, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I get it. It's fine, Addie. I just... it's okay" he said before giving her one last kiss on the forehead and stepping out of the room. Addison sighed as he walked out of the door, feeling guilty at leaving her significant other for the next few hours and denying his advances all at once. It wasn't that Addison didn't care for Mark. Truly, she loved more than she'd ever loved anyone for her life. It was just that... sex had always been... difficult, for her. If Samantha was a nymphomaniac then Addison was whatever the opposite of that was.

She just didn't understand the appeal of sex. It was messy, unpredictable, and it always left her feeling more confused than satisfied. Mark was patient, understanding, but Addison could see the frustration in his eyes sometimes. She hated that she couldn't give him what he wanted, what he deserved. She just wished she could feel that spark, that passion, that everyone else seemed to feel so effortlessly.

After getting ready to leave, Addison was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Samantha's car pull up outside until she heard the honk. She gathered her things quickly, giving Mark a quick peck on the cheek as she passed him in the living room.

"I'll be back soon, Mark. Love you," she said, slipping on her shoes and heading out the door.

The drive to Star Labs was filled with Samantha's excited chatter, interspersed with Addison's attempts to temper her enthusiasm with practicality.

"This isn't some magic bullet, Sam. They might not be able to fix you."

Samantha waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, Addie, always the pessimist. But even if it doesn't work, at least I'll have tried, right?"

Addison sighed, looking out the window at the passing scenery.

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up too high, Sam. That's all."

Samantha patted her knee, grinning from ear to ear. "Don't worry, Addie. I won't. Besides, if this works, you'll never have to worry about me stealing your husband again."

Addison snorted, despite herself. "As if I could ever accuse you of that, Sam. Mark's not exactly your type."

Samantha laughed, a rich, throaty sound that filled the car. "Fair point."

While Mark, in accordance with Addison's preferences, was a deeply intellectual, sensitive, and progressive man, Samantha had always preferred, well, there was no other way to say it, really, she liked meatheads.

Big, dumb jocks who could bench press a small car and had the emotional intelligence of a rock.

Luckily for Addison, Samantha didn't seem to have any more interest in her husband than she did in any other man who wasn't a steroid-pumped gym rat. Which was, in a way, unfortunate for Samantha, who always seemed to end up with guys who treated her like a piece of meat, rather than the complex woman she was.

But Addison knew better than to try and change her friend's tastes. She had her own preferences, after all, and she had no desire to judge Samantha for hers. As the two of them reached the laboratory and stepped inside, the were quickly stopped by a man in a suit standing at the front desk. "Alright, ladies, before either of you go any further, I'll need both of you to sign an NDA and a waiver" he said, handing them each a clipboard with several pages attached.

Addison's eyes scanned the documents as she held the clipboard, her brow furrowed in concentration. "This is... extensive" she muttered, her hand automatically reaching up to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Samantha rolled her eyes, leaning against the desk. "Come on, Addie, it's just a bunch of legal jargon. Just sign it already."

Addison hesitated, her pen hovering over the dotted line. "Are you sure about this, Sam? This says that if anything goes wrong, we can't sue them.

And it's not just about the treatment, it's about anything that happens during our visit," Addison pointed out, her brows furrowing as she read through the lines of text.

Samantha waved her hand, "Yeah, yeah, I know, Addie. But what choice do we have? This is my only shot."

Addison sighed, knowing her friend was right. She couldn't just stand in the way of Samantha's last resort. She scribbled her signature at the bottom of the page, handing the clipboard back to the man.

"There you go," she said, her voice resigned.

The man in the suit smiled, taking the clipboard from Addison and handing her a visitor's badge. "Thanks, ladies. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll take you back to the treatment room."

Addison followed Samantha and the man down a long, sterile hallway, her mind racing with questions. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into something they didn't fully understand.

As they reached the end of the hallway, the man stopped in front of a door with the words "Treatment Room A" written on it. He turned to Samantha, his expression serious.

"Ms. James, are you ready for this? Once you enter this room, there's no turning back."

Samantha took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the room. "I'm ready. Let's do this."

The man nodded and pushed open the door, revealing a room filled with an array of blinking machines and screens displaying complex data. In the center of the room was a large, intimidating machine, like something out of a sci-fi movie, with wires and cables snaking out from every angle.

A young woman in a lab coat was sitting at a console, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she watched the machine's screens. She looked up as they entered, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Hi there, I'm Dr. Hartley. You must be Samantha and Addison," she said, extending a hand to each of them. Addison shook her hand, noting the firm, confident grip.

"That's us," Samantha said, her voice a little shaky. "So, what's the next step?"

Dr. Hartley gestured to the machine. "Have a seat there, Samantha.

We'll get you all set up," Dr. Hartley said, pointing to a chair that was positioned in front of the machine. Samantha sat down, her eyes wide as she took in the apparatus before her. Addison, standing nearby, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The machine was unlike anything she had ever seen, with its shiny metallic surfaces and blinking lights. It looked more like something out of a science fiction movie than a piece of medical equipment.

Dr. Hartley began to attach various sensors and electrodes to Samantha, explaining the process as she went. "I can't be too specific, as this is a soon to be proprietary process, after all, however, in layman's terms, this machine is designed to map the neural pathways in your brain associated with your sexual urges, preferences, and tendencies, and remove them entirely, storing them in the data container on the side of the machine.

It's a bit like taking a file off your computer's hard drive and moving it to an external storage device. Once they're removed, you'll be left with a clean slate, able to build new, healthier habits and desires."

Addison's eyebrows shot up at the explanation. "A clean slate? That sounds... quite invasive, Dr. Hartley."

Dr. Hartley nodded, her expression serious. "It is, Ms. Albright. But it's also a groundbreaking technology that could help millions of people suffering from compulsive behavior disorders.

And it's completely safe," Dr. Hartley assured her, placing a sensor on Samantha's temple.

Addison's analytical mind began to churn, weighing the potential benefits against the risks. She knew that Samantha's struggles were real, and that this could be a life-changing opportunity for her. But the idea of tampering with someone's brain, even if it was just to remove unwanted behaviors, made her uneasy.

"And what about the data container?" Addison asked, nodding towards the black box with blinking lights attached to the side of the machine.

"What happens to the data once it's removed?"

Dr. Hartley turned to face Addison, her eyes scanning her critically. "Ah, yes, the data container. It's a highly advanced and secure storage device. Once the procedure is complete, the container will be sealed and stored in our secure server room. It's completely safe and isolated from any network, so there's no risk of a data breach."

Addison raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident, but she pushed it down to the best of her ability, seeing that the doctor was growing weary of her questions.

She knew that her friend had placed a lot of hope in this procedure, and she didn't want to make her doubt her decision now.

"Alright, well, we're all set up here. Let's get started now" Dr. Hartley said, turning back to the console.

Samantha looked at Addison, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. Addison gave her a reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder.

"You're going to be just fine, Sam. You've got this," Addison said, her voice steady.

Samantha nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay, let's do this."

Dr. Hartley began to type rapidly on her keyboard, her eyes scanning the screens in front of her. "Alright, the machine is now calibrated to your neural signature. We're ready to begin.

Just sit back and relax, okay Samantha?" Dr. Hartley said, her fingers hovering over a large, red button on the console.

Samantha nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. She squeezed her eyes shut as the machine began to hum, the lights on the data container blinking rapidly.

Addison watched as the sensors on Samantha's head began to glow, the cables snaking down to the machine pulsing with an otherworldly energy. She felt a prickle of unease, her academic mind struggling to reconcile the sight before her with her understanding of neuroscience.

"I suppose those articles weren't lying after all" she muttered to herself , her eyes scanning the machine's complex circuitry.

Suddenly, Samantha gasped, her body tensing as if shocked. Addison's heart leapt into her throat, her eyes darting to Dr. Hartley.

"Is that normal?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Dr. Hartley's expression was calm, her eyes never leaving the screens in front of her.

"It's just the machine removing her neural pathways, Ms. Albright. It can be a little... stimulating, but it's nothing serious" Addison nodded, trying to reassure herself as much as Samantha.

A few more moments passed, and Samantha's body began to relax, her breaths evening out. The machine's hum filled the room, the lights on the data container pulsing in a steady rhythm. And then, just like that, the humming stopped, and Samantha smiled.

A soft, contented smile that Addison hadn't seen on her friend's face in years. She looked at peace, almost serene.

"Is it done?" Addison asked, her voice a whisper.

Dr. Hartley nodded, a smile spreading across her face as well. "It's done. The machine has successfully removed all of Samantha's neural pathways associated with her previous urges. She's a clean slate now."

Addison felt a sense of triumph, of hope. This could be the change Samantha needed, the chance for a new life. She moved to Samantha's side, taking her hand in hers.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

Samantha opened her eyes, looking at Addison with a soft smile. "I feel... light, Addie. Like a weight I didn't even know I was carrying has been lifted off me."

Addison smiled back, squeezing her hand. "I'm glad, Sam. I really am."

Dr. Hartley approached them and quickly removed all the equipment attached to Samantha's body, helping her up out of the chair as the two made their way to the other end of the room, Hartley explaining what Samantha should expect in the coming weeks as she moved to open the door to the room. Addison simply remained standing by the machine, wanting to take in as much of the incredible device as she could before she had to leave. Suddenly, the machine's hum returned in a higher, more frantic pitch, the lights on the data container blinking rapidly as if in distress.

Addison's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. "What's happening?" she cried out, turning to Dr. Hartley. However, just as the question left her lips, Addison was knocked to the floor, and a ringing filled her ears.

The room spun around her as she tried to get up, her vision blurring, before she was ultimately helped to her feet by the doctor. Slowly, as the ringing subsided, she could hear the doctor trying to talk to her. "Addison, Addison are you alright?" Dr. Hartley's voice sounded distant, muffled, as if she were underwater. Soon, however, it came into full clarity, and Addison shook her head. She looked down at herself, making certain that she wasn't bleeding. "I-I'm okay! I'm okay, but... what happened?"

Dr. Hartley's expression was grave, her eyes darting from Addison to the machine and back again. "The data container... it exploded. I-I don't know what happened." Dr. Hartley's voice was shaky, her eyes wide with shock. "I've never seen anything like this. The machine must have been overloaded with data. It just... exploded."

Addison's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the blackened, smoking remains of the data container. She could feel the heat radiating off it, the scent of ozone filling the air. She turned to look at Samantha, who was staring at the machine with wide, terrified eyes.

"Sam, are you okay? Did any of that... get on you?" Addison asked, her voice shaking.

Samantha's eyes were wide with shock, but she nodded, "I'm okay, Addie. I'm just, I'm glad that you're alright." Her voice was hoarse, her breath coming in short gasps.

Dr. Hartley was on her phone, her voice low and urgent. "Yes, we need an ambulance at Star Labs immediately. There's been an accident... No, just get here as soon as you can." She hung up, turning to Addison with a look of concern. "You should sit down, Addison. You took quite a hit."

Addison shook her head, her mind racing.

"No, I'm fine. We need to get out of here before something else goes wrong," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. She looked at Samantha, who was still staring at the machine, her eyes wide with shock.

"Sam, we need to go. Now," Addison said, her voice firm. Samantha looked at her, nodding slowly.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go," she said, her voice shaking.

Addison led the way out of the treatment room, her heart pounding in her chest. "Wait! You need to wait on the ambulance-"

"What for? Samantha didn't get hit and I'm fine, all things considered. Sorry, but, with all due respect, Dr. Hartley, I'd rather not spend another second in this facility.

I think we've had quite enough of your 'groundbreaking technology,' don't you?" Addison's voice was sharp, her eyes flashing with a combination of fear and anger. She didn't wait for a response, instead turning to Samantha. "Let's go, Sam. I'll drive us home."

Samantha followed Addison down the hallway, her eyes wide and her breath coming in short gasps. She looked back over her shoulder at Dr. Hartley, who was still standing in the doorway of the treatment room, looking stunned and lost. The explosion had surprised her, and left her concerned for Addison, but, seeing now that her friend was okay, all she could think about was the serenity that she still felt in her core, the lack of the crippling addiction she'd had just moments earlier. "Th-thank you!" Samantha called out over her shoulder as Addison led her out of the building, her hand still firmly clasped in hers.

They reached the parking lot, and Addison quickly ushered Samantha into the passenger seat of her car, sliding behind the wheel and starting the engine in one fluid motion.

She didn't look back at the building until they were pulling out of the parking lot, and even then, she only spared it a brief glance. She could see Dr. Hartley standing in the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and shock. Addison turned her attention back to the road, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel.

"Addison, are you sure you're okay to drive? You took quite a hit back there," Samantha said, her voice shaking slightly.

Addison nodded, her jaw set in a determined line. "I'm fine, Sam. Really.

I just want to get out of here. We can talk about it later, okay?" Addison's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, checking for any signs that they were being followed as she merged onto the highway. She could feel the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white as she fought to control the shaking in her hands.

Samantha nodded, her gaze fixed out the window. "Okay, Addie.

I trust you," Samantha said, her voice small. She looked out the window, her brow furrowed in thought.

Soon enough they were back at Addison's house, and she bid farewell to Samantha as she began the drive back to her own apartment. As Addison entered her home, she quickly rushed past her husband, seated in the living room watching TV, and made her way to the bedroom. She was perfectly fine, physically, but the explosion had gotten a pair bit of dust and debris on her clothes and her face, and she didn't want Mark to see.

She was sure he'd be worried if he did, and the last thing she wanted was to add to the chaos of the day.

She entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her, and quickly shed her clothes, tossing them into the laundry hamper. She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over her, hoping it would soothe her frayed nerves.

As she stood under the spray, she was finally able to relax and shake the distress she'd felt from the small explosion.

She took a deep breath and let the water cascade over her, feeling the tension in her shoulders release with each drop. She was okay, Samantha was okay, and that was all that mattered.

Just a few minutes later Addison was out of the shower, fully dressed in a baggy sweater and pair of sweatpants as she walked down the hall to her living room.

She heard the TV still on, and could see Mark sitting on the couch, flipping through channels with the remote. He looked up as she entered, his usual easy smile on his face.

"Hey Addie, how was the trip?," Mark asked casually.

Addison sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's been a long day, Mark. I'd rather not talk about it, if that's okay," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

She didn't want to worry Mark, not after the day she'd had. She just wanted to curl up on the couch with him and watch TV, to pretend that everything was normal.

"Oh, yeah, of course. You wanna watch a movie?" Mark asked, patting the empty space next to him on the couch. Addison quickly took the available seat, happy to take her mind off the events of the day.

"Yeah, sure!"

They were roughly halfway through the dumb action flick that Mark had selected for them two of them to make fun of when something... strange happened. One of the gratuitous scenes that many stereotypically claimed were included "for the ladies" was playing, in which the rough rugged protagonist removed his shirt to reveal his perfect chiseled physique. It was the sort of scene that Addison loved to ridicule when watching with her husband, however, this time was... different. "Oh my god" Addison murmured under her breath, her eyes glued to the screen as the camera lingered on the actor's muscular chest. She could feel a strange, unfamiliar heat pooling in her belly, her heart racing as she watched. Mark looked at her, his eyes scanning her face.

"Hey, are you okay, Addie? You look kinda... flushed," he said, a playful lilt in his voice.

Addison shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She couldn't look away, couldn't take her eyes off the man's perfect, sculpted body. Mark was watching her with amusement, and Addison suddenly felt embarrassed as she she blurted out "Mark look at his ABS!" her voice was half-whisper, half exhilaration, as she pointed at the TV. Mark turned to look at the screen, before looking back at Addison with a puzzled expression. "What's gotten into you, Addie?" he asked, a playful smile playing on his lips. Addison didn't say anything, just felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation coursing through her body. She looked at Mark, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. She had never felt like this before, had never been so... aroused. She looked back at the TV, her eyes locked on the man's body. "I just, I never realized that Chris Hemsworth is so hot" she whispered, her voice breathy. Mark raised an eyebrow, "Since when do you find Chris Hemsworth hot? You usually complain about how all his movies are all 'over-the-top machismo' and have 'unrealistic portrayals of masculinity'."

Addison shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Okay but LOOK AT HIM THOUGH!" Addison insisted, her voice a little louder than she intended. She felt her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked at the screen. She had never felt this way before, had never been so... aroused by a man like this.

Mark chuckled, still looking at her with a puzzled expression. "He is good looking, I'll give you that."

Addison turned back to the screen, her eyes still fixed on the actor's body. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her palms sweating. She almost didn't hear the words escaping her lips as she said "Sorry Mark, but, if Chris Hemsworth showed up at our door right now, I'd be on all fours in a second." It was as if the sentence escaped her before she could even process it. She felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment and shock, her eyes widening as she turned to look at her husband.

Mark's brows shot up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Addison, what the hell?" he asked, his voice a mixture of shock and amusement. Addison couldn't believe what she had just said, her mind racing to try and process her own words.

"I-I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, Mark. That was rude and inappropriate," she stammered, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

She couldn't believe she had said that out loud. What was wrong with her? She had never spoken to Mark like that before, had never even contemplated it. She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with confusion and embarrassment.

Mark's expression softened, his eyes scanning her face. "Addie, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm just... surprised. That's not like you at all, you know that?"

Addison nodded, her eyes cast downwards, unable to meet his gaze. "I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.

Really, I don't." Addison said, her voice hoarse with embarrassment. Mark's expression was soft, his eyes scanning her face.

"Addie, look at me." He placed a gentle hand on her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze as he paused the movie. "It's okay. I'm not upset with you. I think it's cute, actually. And if you're feeling a, uh, a certain kind of way, I can take care of that."

Addison looked into Mark's eyes, her own filled with a mix of confusion and guilt.

"I don't know what you mean, Mark," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mark smiled, his thumb gently tracing her cheekbone. "I think you do, Addie. You're not the only one who's been feeling a certain kind of way lately."

Mark crashed his lips against hers, and it seemed like barely thirty seconds had passed before she was standing naked in front him. Slowly, as Mark climbed on top of her, Addison realized something, making her stomach drop. She was unusually turned on, yes, but... not for Mark. In fact, every time she looked at Mark, she could sense the feeling beginning to fade. "Um, could we, um, could we try doggy, instead of the usual?" Addison stammered, biting her lip as she looked at her husband, Mark. His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly nodded, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Fuck yeah, we can. I've been wanting to try that for a while now," Mark said, his voice low and husky as he traced a finger along Addison's collarbone, making her shiver.

Addison felt a thrill of excitement run through her, her heart pounding in her chest as she suppressed the guilt that coursed through her in equal measure. Had she... had she really just asked her husband if they could try doggy style so that she wouldn't have to look at him while he fucked her?

The thought made her stomach churn with guilt and self-loathing, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the dark thrill that ran through her at the idea of being taken from behind.

Mark moved behind her, his hands grasping her hips roughly as he guided her into position. Addison braced herself on her hands and knees, her chest pressing against the couch cushions as she felt Mark's fingers exploring her slick folds. She gasped as he slipped two fingers inside her, his touch rough and demanding.

"Fuck, Addie. You're so beautiful-"

"Can you just put your dick in me?" Addison cut him off, her voice a low growl.

Mark obliged, positioning himself at her entrance. Addison could feel the head of his cock pressing against her, and she pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside her.

Mark gripped her hips tighter, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Addison grunted, her fingers curling into the cushions as Mark's hips began to move against hers, his cock moving into her slowly. As he began fucking her, Addison found herself turning her head to the side, staring at the frozen image of Chris Hemsworth on the TV screen.

The sight of the actor's muscular form, his chiseled jaw, and those damnably perfect abs, sent a wave of arousal crashing through her. She felt her inner walls clenching around Mark's cock, the sensation of him sliding in and out of her growing more intense.

"Fuck, Addie, you feel so tight," Mark groaned, his hips moving faster, his grip on her hips tightening.

Addison's breath hitched, her mind filled with images of Hemsworth's body, his hands on her, his cock inside her.

She could feel Mark's cock sliding in and out of her, but it wasn't enough. She needed more, needed to sate this new, insatiable hunger inside her. "Harder," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Fuck me harder, Mark."

Mark complied, his hips slamming into her with brutal force, his cock driving deep inside her. Addison grunted with each thrust, her body shaking with the force of his assault. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight ball of pleasure coiling in her belly, but it wasn't enough, not yet. She needed more.

She needed to be taken, to be fucked like an animal. She wanted to feel the burn of a hard cock pounding into her, wanted to feel used and dirty and filled to the brim. She needed to see Hemsworth's perfect body, to imagine those strong hands holding her in place as he rammed his cock into her. Addison couldn't believe how far gone she was, how lost in her own lust.

Mark was grunting now, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of him inside her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own.

It felt good, but it wasn't enough. She needed it rough, dirty, filthy. She wanted to feel like she was being used, like she was nothing more than a hole for a man to fuck. She wanted to be degraded, humiliated, made to beg for more. She knew Mark didn't have it in him though, so her mind would need to do the work instead, imagining that it was the actor on screen whose cock was buried inside her.

Her eyes flicked to the frozen image of Chris Hemsworth, her mind filling in the rest as she imagined him stalking towards her, pushing her down on all fours, his large, strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with wild abandon.

"Oh god, yes. Just like that," Addison moaned, pushing back against Mark, driving him deeper inside her. "Fuck me like you hate me," she gasped. She could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, could feel her own hips matching his frantic energy. She could feel herself, she could feel both of them, moving closer... closer... closer... until. "FUUUUCK YESSSSS CHRIS!" Addison screamed as she came, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel Mark's cock swelling inside her, his hips moving faster, harder, as he chased his own release. She clenched around him, her inner walls milking him for all he was worth, urging him to come with her.

Mark's grip on her hips tightened to the point of pain, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with a final, brutal thrust. He let out a roar, his cock pulsing inside her as he came, his hips jerking against hers as he filled her with his seed.

Addison could feel him, hot and sticky, coating her insides as he rode out his orgasm, his body shuddering with the force of his release. "Fuck, Addie, fuck, that was... that was incredible," Mark panted, slowly pulling out of her. He flopped down onto the couch beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. Addison remained on all fours, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt a sense of detachment, of disconnect, as she looked at her husband's spent form.

She had just fucked him like an animal, had begged him to fuck her harder, had screamed another man's name as she came. What was happening to her? She had never been like this before, had never felt this... primal.

She felt Mark's hand on her back, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "Addie, you okay?" he asked, his voice concerned. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She couldn't look at him, couldn't face the guilt that she knew would be in his eyes. She had used him, had used his body to sate her own twisted desires.

"Okay, good, um, um, I may have misheard, but, uh, did you, uh, did you scream 'Chris' when you came?" Addison heard Mark ask, his voice soft and hesitant.

Addison felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, her stomach twisting with guilt as she nodded. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, couldn't bear to see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry." Addison's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her body shaking with silent sobs as she struggled to come to terms with what she had just done.

"Addison, look at me." Mark's voice was soft, gentle, but she could hear the pain beneath it. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with tears, her cheeks stained with her shame. "Addie, what's going on? Wh-why did you scream his name?" Mark's eyes were wide with hurt and confusion, his voice barely above a whisper.

Addison shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she tried to explain. " I-I don't know, Mark. I don't understand what's happening to me. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She slid off the couch, wrapping her arms around herself as she stood. She couldn't bear to see the pain in Mark's eyes, the betrayal and confusion. She needed to get away, to think, to process what had just happened.

Mark watched her, his expression a mix of hurt and concern. "Addie, wait. We need to talk about this. Something's not right," he said, his voice firm.

Addison shook her head, her eyes cast down.

"No, Mark. I can't. I... I just need some time to think," she said, her voice breaking. She moved quickly to the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She could hear Mark calling her name, but she didn't respond, didn't want to face him until she had a handle on what was happening. She sat on the edge of their bed, her head in her hands, as she tried to make sense of the chaos in her mind. What had just happened? She had never acted like that before, had never been so... primal. She had never imagined another man during sex before, so why now? And why... why had she fucking LOVED it?

Addison felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she thought back to the way she had screamed Chris Hemsworth's name, the way she had begged Mark to fuck her harder. She felt sick to her stomach, the guilt and shame churning within her like a toxic brew. She needed to push what just happened out of her mind, she needed to go to bed. Quickly changing into her pajamas, Addison ate a few of her melatonin gummies and drifted off, trying to erase the day from her memories.