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