Crossed Lines

Married to a wealthy man Charleigh finds herself alone often. Her husband James is a big-time lawyer that often requires him to travel without allowing her to come. She knew all of this before they got married but she’d hoped that he would ease up on work and focus on them. There was no such luck. Being lonely and married doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. If anything, it made Charleigh loath him. He was always the one that got to go to new and exciting places while she stayed home to care for their home and herself.

Falling in love is hard but staying in love is harder. Sneaking around wasn’t something I ever thought I was capable of. He’s got my back against the wall where he’s grinding himself into me. His lips are hard and dominating as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth pulling away slowly.

“Feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

His lips move along my jawline down to my collar bone. My hips grind against his as he discards my shirt followed by his own. My eyes rake down his perfectly sculpted upper half, before my eyes meet his again. His hands are at work pulling off my pants while at the same time my hands pull his off. We’re nearly naked standing against this wall in my room. While his hands surf up my back mine push into the boxers he has on. Gripping him hard my hand runs up his length in a slow but steady motion. My bra falls to the floor and without hesitation he looks at me as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. It sends chills down my body right to where I wish he would stick his hands.

His eyes meet mine but his hands are still venturing before they stop right above my panty line. I know he’s teasing me but he’s in no position to be teasing. I’ve still got his cock in my hand but I pull away as he groans.

“No, wait don’t stop.”

I smirk at him knowing he wants me to keep going. Without further hesitation, his thumbs loop into the side of my panties before he drags them down my legs. I step out of them and he lifts me into the air, putting my back against the wall harder as a brace. He knows just how to get me going and here in this moment I just want him to fuck me. Without warning he slams himself up into me causing me to groan.

“Fuck Sterling.”

He’s not pulling away from the wall as he pushes hard into me. My fingers dance over my heat in hard circles while he’s pumping hard into me. I hear his voice change as he continues to pump hard.

“Keep going Charleigh.” He groans as my head rests on his, my eyes are closed letting him consume me.

He pulls me into him as he pulls us away from the wall. He tosses me onto the bed where the headboard thuds onto the wall. I sit on my knees in front of him with my ass facing him waiting for him to make his next move. Pulling my legs apart his hands trace up my inner thigh before he shoves them hard into my heat. He flicks down in a constant motion into my spot until I’m panting hard. My body gives into his demand wrapping around him. He pulls away to slap my ass, but isn’t about to waste any time.

He pushes into me hard hitting me deep and slow, pushing through the tightness as my orgasm still rocks through me.

“Christ Charleigh, you’re so fucking tight.” He pushes harder as my body relaxes but I can hear it in his breathing he’s almost there.

He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto him where he takes advantage and pounds hard into me.

“Oh god, right there Sterling.” I groan as he pushes a few times harder than before and I crash wrapping around him again. He pumps slower but deeper as he crashes a short time later.

Eventually he too leaves me alone, but this is different. He’s a single guy just looking for some fun for now. He knows I’m married but he understands just how much we’ve crossed the line. He’s not about to say anything knowing my husband will be home in a few days. No one knows what’s going on between him and I but I certainly am not going to be the one to tell unless I must.

I never saw myself as the person who would seek someone outside of my marriage but this occasional thing was getting old quick. When we first got, married things were different, but he still went away. When he came home he was always happy to see me, then things changed. He started taking more trips and more time away. It always made me unhappy but when he was home I played things off and together we would have a good weekend. The sex was all right but it wasn’t something to talk to your friends about. Only one of my friends know about sneaking around with Sterling and I’d like to keep it that way.

Let me go back to the first time I brought myself to cheat on my husband with Sterling. Sterling and I always talked he was what I would consider a friend but that was about it. Neither of us were in the position to be more then friends but that hadn’t stopped us when we went for drinks. I wasn’t the only one who went for drinks with him but he was the only one I knew. Drinking usually lightens people up, but some get violent. I on the other hand flirt a lot, to the point where I probably will end up going home with you.

It was a Wednesday night and James left that morning for a six-day trip to California leaving me behind. I’m not sure what made me agree to drinks with him and his friends but here I was sitting between Sterling and his friend Dallas. The bartender knows me well since I frequent when James is gone. He slides me a drink and I don’t hesitate to take it. They are talking about what they are going to do this weekend when I get invited to join them.

“You should come with us.” Dallas says looking at Sterling.

“When will James be home?”

“He won’t be home until Monday.”

“Then that’s more reason to join us.” He says and I look to Sterling who isn’t paying attention.

We agree to have the weekend away but I know by now that all of us are flirting with the fine line. We drink for a while before Sterling decides he’s had enough and offers to take me home.

“You know I live right up the street. I did walk here.”

“Now it’s dark, and there are drunks out there.”

“You mean like us?”

“We’re not drunk, just happy.”

I let him take me home that night and every night for the rest of the week. At first, he was just sharing a bed with me, but once I got tired of that I made moves. He was new, fresh, and exciting knowing just how to push my buttons. We messed around a few times before I wanted to know what he was hiding. I remember that conversation well as if it happened yesterday.

*Flashback*

Standing in the kitchen of the house that is familiar yet so unfamiliar stands Sterling. He’s standing there while we both look at each other. I’m not sure what he’s looking at but I’m taking him in. he’s wearing a pair of plaid red and black pants. My eyes trail up to his upper half, it’s perfectly sculpted around his six pack. I can’t take my eyes off him as each indent is perfectly shaped and deeply indented. He works hard to achieve that look but it’s taking all I have not to touch him. I rip my eyes off his body and up to his eyes. They are a charcoal grey and his stare is intense as I know he’s watching me take him in. His skin is sun kissed and it’s not covered by anything. There are specks of hair that run between his pecks and down his center right into his happy trail. I’ve never seen anything below his belt line, but I know I’d like too.

“You know you’re here a lot, you can’t tell me you’re just here to keep me company.” I say to him.

“What else would I be here for?”

“I don’t know, sex.”

“You’re married and we’re in no position to be messing around like that.” He says looking at me.

“Yet here you are standing in the middle of my kitchen that I share with my husband dressed like that.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks looking down at himself with a pleased expression

“We may not be in the position to be messing around but you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Oh, I have believe me I have. I just know how to control myself.”

“What if I told you I didn’t want you to control yourself?”

“As your boss, I would still have to say no.”

“Fine, I’m going to bed.”

I wondered up the stairs that night alone but he knew I was right. He joined me in the shower where he started in on me. We ended up in my bed a panting mess but believe me that wasn’t about to be the last time that happened, even though he said it was.