“It means that Charlie wouldn’t be all up on that guy’s dick if she didn’t think you were screwing Montana Black.”
“Montana? She’s my assistant,” I stammered.
What the fuck was this about?!
“Yeah, well, that hasn’t stopped Montana before. Look, I promise you Charlie will come home, vows intact. Just let her have this night.”
“No, Eric… Look!” I pointed to her, the guy burying his head into her neck. I pushed Eric aside but he was quick to grab my forearm, forcing me to stop for a second.
“Okay, I’ll break it up, but for the record, you are a jerk. You are hurting my best friend. If you must take her home then wait until I get another shot in her and she passes out.” Eric walked onto the dance floor, pulling Charlotte aside. He whispered in her ear only her for to laugh it off. The fucker, annoyed with the interruption, tried to pull her away from Eric but she resisted. Thank fucking god.
I stayed at the bar until they both walked over. As promised, another shot down and she could barely walk. Eric motioned for me to come over and just in time as she stumbled into my arms. The weight of her body as light as a feather, the contact unbearable as again I struggled to fight off any urges that stirred.
With her eyes glazed over, she attempted to focus on my face. “Oh, look, it’s my so called husband. Did you manage to pry yourself away from Montana’s pussy to come see your wife dance?” she slurred her words as she spoke, losing balance, and I swiftly grabbed her arm to stop her from falling over.
Eric tried to talk but she told him to shut up. “No, Eric…if my husband is fucking someone else then why shouldn’t I? I need to get laid, too, you know… it’s been like forever and if my own husband doesn’t want to fuck me then I should find someone who will!” She tried to wiggle herself out of my grip but my strength overpowered her.
We drove home in silence as she fell asleep instantly. I carried her into the house and laid her on our bed. I stood over her, watching her sleep, her shallow breaths making soft sounds, her chest slowly rising in harmony.
Tonight was too much; I had let my guard down and knew that if I was going to allow myself to give in to my weaknesses, now would be perfect.
I took her shoes off and placed them on the ground. Next, I unzipped her jeans, knowing these would be a struggle to get off; somehow I managed to slide them off without her waking up. Her slinky top was much easier; I tugged on the strings which allowed it to fall gracefully. Her tits were impossible to ignore, and clenching my jaw, I struggled to finish my task. What was that again? Undress her? Fuck her?
I tried to ignore the anger that was starting to rise, knowing that she wasn’t wearing a bra out tonight. Who the fuck did she think she was? Don’t use the word, Edwards…don’t you dare call your wife that name.
As I continued to watch her, my cock pulsated, pressing hard against my jeans. The ache was unbearable as I fought back the urge to reach out and touch her. The loss, Lex… remember how painful it is to lose someone. The rational side of me had jumped ship hours ago as without even thinking I slid her black lacy thong off. I could smell how wet she was; it overpowered me in a way that made me so weak, any will I had left would be unable to reason with me at this moment. You are weak, pathetic in all forms.
The chances of her waking up would be slim to none; she had drunk enough for her to pass out ‘til the morning. She was incredibly beautiful, how could I deny myself this beautiful woman? I placed my hand on her thigh and that jolt, electrifying me in every way possible, there was absolutely no way I was turning back now. I spread her legs enough so that I could see her lips glistening in the pale light. She was fucking soaked.
I kneeled in front of her as she laid before me, legs spread open, and I leaned in, inhaling her sexual scent, allowing it to drive me to insanity, where all I could think about was how much I needed to taste her. My body tensed knowing that I wasn’t strong enough to resist, moving forward only inches away from her pussy I stuck my tongue out waiting in anticipation until it touched her clit and I was ready to convulse. I moved my hand to my cock and began stroking myself slowly, unable to ignore the pre-cum that oozed out of the tip. I rubbed it all along my shaft, allowing it to lubricate me as I continued to stroke myself. I was lost, gently licking every inch of her pussy like it had been the first time all the while hoping that she would remain asleep. She stirred slightly and I pulled away knowing I couldn’t risk her waking up. I positioned her legs so I could see her wide open as I moved forward, my cock nestling at the entrance.
Don’t fucking do it, Lex.
Just once, fuck her one more time.
The pain if you lose her will break you.
You have already broken her, just fuck her.
The voices wouldn’t stop, my mind betraying me, and so I stroked faster, every stroke brought me closer. I gripped tighter with the familiar feeling rising from my belly, arching my back, remaining focused on her wet pussy and then…I felt the rush and allowed the cum to spray all over her. My body jerked from the intensity of the orgasm and the tiredness took over.
Like a thief in the night, I didn’t allow myself to sleep beside her that night. Instead, I slept on the couch, making sure I was gone before the crack of dawn.
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Without Kate as my assistant, I went through a stream of interns until I settled on Montana. She was twenty two and had moved here a few months ago from Florida. She was excellent at her job, clear competition for Kate. She brought ideas to the table, worked long hours without a single complaint, she did nothing but go above and beyond her job.
On an impromptu visit, Rocky was quick to notice her looks. Constant texts as to what she was wearing, did her perky tits do that bouncy thing they do when she walks. He was a perverted mutha fucker and I told him that every day. I didn’t hire her because of her looks. Yes, she was stunning. She was short, reaching only my shoulders. Yes, I do know that, because we have stood beside each other in the elevator. She had tanned skin and jet black hair. Her blue eyes stood out against her dark features and, okay, like I said, she was stunning, but she was twenty two and I was fucking married. End of story.
It hadn’t occurred to me that she would be such a threat to Charlotte until Eric announced it that night in the club, and Charlotte’s drunken rant only confirmed that. For a minute, I was surprised she hadn’t mentioned it earlier. After all, Charlotte was a vocal ‘I am woman hear me roar’ type of chick. Then I remembered communication no longer existed in our marriage.
It had been two weeks since the club incident and I was needed in the London office to tie up some loose ends. Montana would drop some ‘not so subtle’ hints about accompanying me on the trip, but I knew if she did, my marriage would be officially over. Not because I had no sense of control, but because Charlotte would never speak to me again. Part of me did care; I just had a shitty way of showing it.
Two weeks flew by, every few days I would call Charlotte to see how Amelia was. Her tone was always flat, we spoke about Amelia and that was it. There were no I love yous, I miss yous, no dirty texts or Skype sessions. I don’t know why I expected Charlotte to say the words when I hadn’t given her any reason to.
I arrived back into LA late last night and knew that Charlotte had her black tie gala tomorrow for her firm. Montana was the one to mention it to me as communication no longer existed between Charlotte and I. Of course, I said I would go. I was her husband right? We still needed to keep up appearances for everyone.
Late that Thursday night, Montana sat opposite me at my desk, surrounded by mountains of scripts that needing reading. With this production company I’d invested in, we needed some massive deals to turn business around. So far, things were progressing nicely, just not as fast as I wanted.