My biggest mistake

Charlie's pov I've always been one to have vivid dreams.  But I've never thought much of it until that night. My dream, while leaving me completely breathless and wanting more was incredibly wrong.  On so many different levels. I shouldn't be thinking of David in this way, let alone wanting him this way. But now?  I couldn't stop the onslaught of emotions that ran through my body just whenever someone mentioned his name.  I couldn't wait for someone to bring him up just so I could hear something, anything about him without bringing it up myself. I need help, needed to stop this before my obsession became to much. So I did the only sensible, right thing someone in my situation could do. I turned to my husband, the man who I'm supposed to love with my entire heart and tried seducing him at every turn. Giving Alex all of my attention wasn't difficult, I still loved him mo

  “No screaming. Don’t make a sound,” David rasps, guiding the tip of his shaft to my opening and finding it quivering, drenched. Christ. I'm practically shaking with the need to be fucked. His body reacts to my apparently obvious need on instinct, driving his swollen cock into me, my eyes roll back as my entire body arches off the side of his truck.     Davids POV       Oh. Oh fuck.    My eyes roll back in my head, mouth falling open.    So warm, So tight. Wet, milking girl surrounding my cock. I knew being inside of Charlie would be mind-blowing, but this? No man deserves this. She’s snug and firm and welcoming and shit shit shit how am I going to last a minute? Especially with her juicy tits out, her eyes glassy with the same desire that’s wracking me, owning me. My balls are already in an invisible death grip, the base of my spine being wrenched and twisted.

Charlotte's POV   2 years later     I was having a hard time keeping it together, as I looked around our tiny apartment my heart broke for what could of been. I kept trying to understand what happened but the more I thought about it the more my heart went into turmoil, while I had never acted on my dream and convinced myself that I was an awful awful person. My husband had been seeing a women named Anna behind my back, the day she showed up on our door step everything crashed down around me. Anna claimed she didn't know that he was married, but she just felt that something was off and wanted to speak to him. She found me instead and turned my whole world upside down. Despite Alex begging me to stay and saying that it would never happen again I packed up all of my things and rented this apartment, found a job in a doctors office as a receptionist and tried to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.  Five months had

David's POV   Moving was the best thing I could of done for my mental health. I loved Jill, but we just weren't  happy anymore and I knew that everyone else could see it too. Besides the fact that I knew she had been fucking her therapist, I just wanted out.     So I found an apartment in town and asked Alex for help in moving all of my things, coincidentally Charlie was my new neighbor..     Okay so it wasn’t a coincidence that I moved to these particular apartments, I remembered Alex telling me that she lived here and honestly I wanted to be close to her. Yeah, wasn't really my greatest idea but apparently I just couldn't help myself. The first time I saw her it was like my breath left my body, I’d never seen someone so beautiful in my life. Instantly I felt awful, she was my cousins girlfriend and I was married. But that didn’t deter my thoughts from wondering how that pretty mouth would fe

Charlotte's POV      This goes on for weeks, just talking and spending time together. Until one day I get a visit from someone at my job. When Casey enters the back room to tell me there's someone here looking for me it feels like my heart drops into my stomach. I've always been the worst at jumping to conclusions and completely overreacting, but it seems like in this case I wasn't to far off. Coming into the front office I see a man dressed in a nice suit holding an envelope. Can I help you?” I ask.“Are you Charlotte Prescott?”“Yes.”“Can I see some identification, please?”I frown. “What’s this about?” I go to the window to ask Casey to get my purse and retrieve my wallet and handing the man my ID.“Sign here, please.” He points to the signatory line.I sign and he hands me over the envelope and leaves.I tear the envelope open and pull out the document. Divorce papers.