Camden’s Woman (24690 FANFIC) Copyright © 2024 by Nadia Michelle
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Camden’s Woman (24690 Fanfic)

by Nadia Michelle

It was the moaning that woke him.

Finally getting to sleep in the stark white chamber had been a minor miracle. Even with his eyes closed, the brightness of the room seared through his closed lids, prodding away at his brain until he feared he would go mad. It had taken him lying on his stomach, eyes scrunched closed and tucked between his folder arms before the never ending white abated enough for him to fall asleep. 

The moaning came again, this time with increased vigor. Tiredly, Camden moved his head out from its nest and glanced toward the pleasured sounds that had awoken him. All vestiges of sleep fled the moment his eyes met hers. His wife, the light of his life and only solace in this God-damned hellhole was in the arms of another man…and not just any man: Evan, his greatest enemy. His once best friend was currently kneeling between Nicola’s wantonly spread legs as she stood against the cell’s alabaster wall. Head arched back in pleasure, his wife’s slumberous gaze held his shocked one as Evan face buried in her swollen flesh. A cruel smile curved her wickedly sensuous mouth as she moved her hands moved down to grab at Evan’s hair keeping his head tight against her slick flesh. 

The flush that crept down her neck, over the pert tips of her breasts and toward her stomach was a sight Camden knew well. Nicola was about to come, and by the pitch of her moans, she would be coming hard. Anger was present in his mind…but so was desire. Although he couldn’t deny the sight of his wife being pleasured by someone, anyone but himself, was painful, it also sparked a need in him that had not been felt in a long while. Against his will, Camden felt his cock harden and breath quicken at the sensual sight before him. Without conscious thought, his hand moved down across his taught stomach to cup the rigid length that continued to grow beneath the loose cotton pants he wore.

In better times, back in their youth and before he and Evan had their falling out, the two had spent many a night sharing their women. The friends had been inseparable and they had ruled the town in their heyday. Of course, that had been before he’d met and married the love of his life. Nicola’s love had changed him and it had been years, almost a full decade, since he and Evan had last shared their pleasure. As painful as the sight before him was, it brought the memories of those times back full force.

“Oh yes lover. Right there. More.” Nicola’s husky tone rang out in the tiny room, drowning out the humming sounds of pleasure that growled from the back of Evan’s throat. Holding Nicola’s plump lower lips apart with one hand, Evan used the other to fuck two if his fingers into her sopping flesh. The liquid sound of their thrust and withdrawal caused Camden’s already hard cock to tighten painfully. With an admirable deftness, Evan’s tongue licked from the bottom of her cleft, to the straining bud at her apex in slow, measured passes. As the orgasm hit Nicola, she broke eye contact with Camden, her head falling back in agonized ecstasy. Screaming her release, his wife was unable to remain upright of her own volition. 

Rising from his kneeling position, Evan caught Nicola in her arms and gently kissed her mouth. Turning with her in his arms, Evan’s gaze caught his own. Where he would expect to see fury or anger, Camden saw only lust. Lowering her on the ground, Evan settled his naked body atop her, his hips pushing hers into the firmly padded floor. With one hand, Evan positioned his hard cock at her entrance, and with a firm push, entered her willing body with a grunt. “Uhh!” Nicola groaned at the intimate invasion. Swiveling his hips, Evan let out a tortured groan of his own. “You are so tight my treasure.”  Thrusting in and out of her, Evan turned his head towards Camden, locking eyes. “You know what would make you feel even tighter?” The question was directed at Nicola, but Evan’s unwavering stare made it clear who the comment was really for. Without waiting for an answer Evan rolled her over, placing her still climaxing body astride his own. Knees on either side of his pistoning hips, flesh firmly locked on to Evan’s, Nicole rode Evan hard. As she clutched his unmarked chest in her hands, she began a slow grind that had both parties groaning in pleasure. 

Looking over her shoulder towards Camden her eyes caught his. In a passion laden voiced Nicola invited “join us husband.” His warring emotions held him in place, limbs unable to move with the intense sensations flooding his system. Bringing one hand from where she gripped Evan’s chest for leverage, Nicola brought it to the bud straining between her legs. Nicola’s grinding motions became choppier as the sensitive flesh received more stimulation. Again she tempted him, luring him to her with her words. “You know how I love your hard cock in my ass husband. I feel so empty without you in me. Don’t make me go another moment without you being where you belong.” Clutching the cheeks of her ass, Evan spread the flesh apart for Camden to see the dark rosette. “Come on Camden.” Evan said in a husky tone Camden had not heard in years, “are you going to let your wife suffer like this? She needs your cock in her body. Would you deny her the pleasure of two men worshiping her?” 

Camden needed no more prompting. Dropping the loose white bottoms to the ground, he came up to stand beside Nicola. With a firm hold, he brought her mouth to his straining cock. “Suck me baby. Get me nice and wet.” As Nicola’s mouth descended on his throbbing flesh, Camden grabbed either side of her head, guiding her in a rhythm that set his heart pounding. Nicola began to hum, sending a buzzing from his cock to the tip of toes and back again. As Evan picked up his thrusting, Nicola’s own rhythm became unsteady. Removing his aching cock, least he finish too soon, Camden gently pushed Nicola’s top towards Evan’s sweat slicked chest, angling her hips toward his for maximum accessibility. Coming to his knees behind Nicola, between Evan’s slightly parted legs, Camden spit in his palm, and added the extra lubrication to Nicola’s waiting ass. At his first touch, Nicola sighed in pleasure. “Yes husband! More, I want more. I need you both.” When he had sufficiently prepped her, Camden brought the tip of his cock to her entrance and pushed in steadily. Meeting the resistance of not only Nicola’s body, but that of Evan’s cock inside of his wife, Camden withdrew slightly, before pushing back in even further. Little by little, his penetration increased until, with a frustrated growl over her shoulder, Nicola demanded “Do it husband. I need you inside me! Take me harder.” Needing no further prompting, Camden pushed aside Evan’s hands from Nicola’s waist, gripped her tightly, and thrust all the way in. 

All three groaned in unison, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Never had he felt such warmth and tightness around his cock. He felt Evan’s cock through the thin membrane that separated her channels, pushing against his own cock, adding an additional layer of sensation that stole his breath. As he pushed in, Evan pulled out. They fell into a concerted rhythm that left his spine tingling with the need to come. Nicola’s body was locked tightly around both men, the channel gripping him tighter than ever before, indicating her impending release. Evan brought his now freed hands up to Nicola’s breasts, tugging at the distended flesh. With each tug, Nicola’s channel clamped down tighter around both of their cocks, causing a shiver to course through his frame. “More husband. Give me everything!”

When Nicola’s flesh began to throb around his cock, pulsing in orgasm, Camden lost the hold on his tremulous willpower. Thrusting as far into her body as he could go, he came in powerful torrents. Seconds later Evan followed, his hoarse shout mingling with that of Nicola’s and his own. Falling onto Nicola’s slick back, pushing her into Evan, a peace settled over Camden that had been missing since that terrible night so many months ago. 

With his wife in his arms, his best friend back in his life, and the past behind them, Camden felt that finally he would be able to get his life back on track. Keeping himself in her tight body, Camden pulled Nicola off the already sleeping Evan. As he tucked her into his embrace, he allowed his spent flesh to fall from her clinging grip and moved them both to lay on the padded floor. Curling up behind her he cradled her tired form into his own, Camden closed his eyes in contentment. 

With a contented smile, Camden allowed sleep to claim him. His final thought before the warm embrace of sleep took him was of white walls. He really needed to do something about those blasted walls. Why he had ever consented to Nicola’s pleas to paint their room white he would never know.

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“Dude, can you please do the rounds for that hallway? I hate that wing. If you do it, I’ll do showers and pill call.”

Rolling his eyes at Carl’s whining negotiations, Nathan shook his head. “Nope. Doctor Peters has me helping with groups, I can’t. Just do it. It ain’t that hard.” With a sulky frown, Carl turned away to peer into the next room. “Room fourteen, all clear.” As the two orderlies walked down the patient’s hallway continuing their start of shift patient check, Carl continued to whine about his assignment. As they approached room seven, Carl stood back. Already impatient with the newer employee’s attitude, Nathan snapped “Seriously, what is the big deal? You just need to make sure the patients are not trying to hurt themselves and are still breathing. What is the big deal with doing the rounds?” Blushing slightly at the censuring tone, Carl lowered his eyes looking abashed. “It’s number seven. That dude is kinda scary. It’s the way he looks at you, you know? And he is always talking to people who aren’t there… it gives me the creeps.” With a visible shudder, the orderly looked anywhere but at the room in question. With a sigh, Nathan looked into the padded white room himself. 

Curled into himself, the patient Camden West lay sleeping on the floor. Watching for the rise and fall indicating he was breathing, Nathan checked the bed off his list and continued with the rounds. He understood the newbie’s unease but he needed to get over his issues. What did he expect working for a mental institution? There were bound to be unsettling patients and situations when you worked with the criminally insane. 

“Listen Carl, I know you are new to the job, but you need to get over your issues quick. Every single patient here at Whitlock Mental Intuition is here for a reason, and it ain’t for missing Sunday school. The quiet chick in room thirty? She drowned her infant son when she was supposed to be giving him a bath. The old guy who sits in the corner all day, banging his head on the wall? He’s a pyro who set his apartment on fire and ended up killing his upstairs neighbors.  All of them were declared incompetent to stand trial, so they ended up here for treatment.” Pausing at the end of the hall, Nathan stood quietly as he looked over his checklist. Looking up, he caught Carl’s eye and continued “Bed seven talks to his victims a lot. Sometimes he argues, sometimes cajoles, other times he yells to be let out. He is fucking whacked. According to Lisa in records, he went crazy with jealousy when the girl he and his best friend were going for choose the other guy. I guess the buddy and the girl got married and this guy started to lose it. Dude ended up gutting his friend when the wife was at work. When she got home, he’d acted like they were married and ended up raping her in the bed with her dying husband’s body. They both survived the attack, but barely.” Looking down the hall towards the room in question, he lowered his voice so not to be overheard. 

“Three years later and the crazy bastard thinks he is married. I doubt he’s ever going to get out of here.” Taking a deep breath, he shook his head to clear away the visuals Camden West’s story always managed to invoke. “If you’re gonna survive here, you need to get over it. Never let your guard down, but for heaven sakes, stop jumping at every sound.” Point made, he set off toward the nurse’s station in the middle of the ward, Carl hot on his heels. Before entering the small office, he turned towards his coworker to add “Camden West is loud, but harmless. He’s usually too wrapped up in his own head to do anything.” Smiling wickedly, he added “Just be glad we don’t still have Lee Davenport as a patient. That crazy bitch used to cut the faces off of her victims. Even here she’d attack staff and try to cut them with anything she could make a weapon out of.” With a shudder at that visual, Carl rushed away to start his assignment. 

The End