With her eyes glazed over, she attempts 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 slurs her words as she speaks, losing balance, and I swiftly grab her arm to stop her from falling over.
Eric tries to talk, but she tells 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 tries to wiggle herself out of my grip, but my strength overpowers her.
We drive home in silence as she falls asleep instantly. I carry her into the house and lay her on our bed. I stand over her, watching her sleep, her shallow breaths making soft sounds, her chest slowly rising and falling in harmony.
Tonight is too much. I let my guard down and know if I were going to allow myself to give in to my weaknesses, now would be the perfect time.
I remove her shoes and place them on the floor. Next, I unzip her jeans, knowing these will be a struggle to get off. Somehow, I manage to slide them off without her waking up. Her slinky top is much easier. I tug on the strings allowing it to fall gracefully. Her tits are impossible to ignore, and clenching my jaw, I struggle to finish my task.
What’s that again? Undress her? Fuck her?
I try to ignore the anger starting to rise, knowing she isn’t wearing a bra tonight. Who the fuck does she think she is? Don’t use the word, Edwards… don’t you dare call your wife that name.
As I continue to watch her, my cock pulsates, pressing hard against my jeans. The ache is unbearable as I fight 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 already jumped ship hours ago as without even thinking, I slide her black lacy thong off. I can smell how wet she is. It overpowers me in a way which makes me so weak, any willpower I have left will be unable to reason with me at this moment.
You are weak, pathetic in all forms.
The chances of her waking up will be slim to none. She drank enough for her to pass out until morning. She is incredibly beautiful. How can I deny myself this beautiful woman? I place my hand on her thigh and that jolt electrifies me in every way possible, there’s absolutely no way I’m turning back now. I spread her legs enough so I can see her lips glistening in the pale light. She’s fucking soaked.
I kneel in front of her as she lays before me, legs spread open, and I lean in, inhaling her sexual scent, allowing it to drive me to insanity where all I can think about is how much I need to taste her. My body tenses knowing I’m not strong enough to resist. Moving forward only inches away from her pussy, I stick my tongue out waiting in anticipation until it touches her clit, and I’m ready to convulse.
I move my hand to my cock and begin stroking myself slowly, unable to ignore the pre-cum which oozes out of the tip. I rub it all along my shaft, allowing it to lubricate me as I continue to stroke myself. I’m lost, gently licking every inch of her pussy like it’s the first time, all the while hoping she will remain asleep.
She stirs slightly, and I pull away knowing I can’t risk her waking up. I position her legs so I can see her wide open as I move 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 won’t stop, my mind betraying me, and so I stroke faster, every stroke bringing me closer. I grip tighter with the familiar feeling rising from my belly, arching my back, remaining focused on her wet pussy and then, I feel the rush and allow the cum to spray all over her. My body jerks from the intensity of the orgasm, and tiredness takes over.
Like a thief in the night, I don’t allow myself to sleep beside her tonight. Instead, I sleep on the couch, making sure I’m gone before the crack of dawn.
***
Without Kate as my assistant, I go through a stream of interns until I settle on Montana. She’s twenty-three and moved here a few months ago from Florida. She’s excellent at her job, clear competition for Kate. She brings ideas to the table, works long hours without a single complaint, and does nothing but go above and beyond her job duties.
On an impromptu visit, Rocky was quick to notice her looks. He constantly texts as to what she’s wearing, or does her perky tits do that bouncy thing they do when she walks. He’s a perverted motherfucker, and I tell him that every day. I didn’t hire her because of her looks. Yes, she’s stunning. She is short, reaching only my shoulders. Yes, I do know that because we have stood beside each other in the elevator. She has tanned skin and jet-black hair. Her blue eyes stand out against her dark features, and, okay, like I said, she is stunning, but she’s twenty-three, and I’m fucking married. End of story.
It never occurred to me she would be such a threat to Charlotte until Eric mentioned it that night in the club, and Charlotte’s drunken rant only confirmed it. For a minute, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned it earlier. After all, Charlotte’s a vocal I-am-woman-hear-me-roar type of chick. Then I remember communication no longer exists in our marriage.
It has been two weeks since the club incident, and I’m needed in the London office to tie up some loose ends. Montana drops some not-so-subtle hints about accompanying me on the trip, but I know if she did, my marriage would be officially over. Not because I have no sense of control, but because Charlotte will never speak to me again.
Part of me does care, I just have a shitty way of showing it.
Two weeks fly by, and every few days I call Charlotte to see how Amelia is. Her tone is always flat. We speak about Amelia, and that’s it. There are no I love you, I miss you, no dirty texts, or video-call sessions. I don’t know why I expect Charlotte to say the words when I haven’t given her any reason to.
I arrived back in LA late last night and know Charlotte has her black-tie gala tomorrow for her firm. Montana’s the one to mention it to me, reminding me of its importance to Charlotte.
Of course, I said I would go. I’m her husband, right? We still need to keep up appearances for everyone.
Montana sits opposite me at my desk, surrounded by mountains of scripts which need reading. With this production company I invested in, we need some massive deals to turn business around. So far, things are progressing nicely, just not as fast as I want.
“I think that’s all the contracts signed. I’ll have the producer and directors in for a meeting, Mr. Edwards.”