My Husband's Bestfriend Is My Secret Obsession

ANDREA.

"You promised, you won't work overtime", I typed in my phone as soon as the clock strike 6 0'clock.

I was about to place it on the kitchen counter when it buzzed back.

It was a message from Jason.

"I'm on my way darling", the message read and I smiled.

It wasn't the usual.... I'm still stuck in traffic, I'm wrapping up the last thing at work, I need to be somewhere with my boss.

Maybe...Just maybe, this time would be different.

I mean..it's my 25th birthday. And for once my husband wasn't working overtime.

Jason has always worked overtime all our life...

We were just married for a year and few months and I feel like he's seen his boss more than he's ever seen me since he started working

On our first anniversary, he had to do a last minute report for his Boss, Loraine.

His birthday, he attended a dinner Loraine didn't want to attend alone..

My last birthday, there was a "can't miss" networking gala where he'd stood by Loraine's side in a tuxedo while I ate my cake in my pajamas.

Loraine was his 50yr old boss at work and Jason happened to be her personal assistant, her right hand man.

During the day he was stuck at work and during the night, he had to attend important meetings with her

Oh Gosh..I hate that I have to share Jason with her.

But that wasn't happening today.

Tonight was supposed to be for me.

Suddenly, the key turned in the lock and I dashed out of the kitchen to meet him.

The door opened and there he was, my husband, looking so handsome in his rumpled work shirt, a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

I didn't let him speak. I lunged myself on him, throwing my arms around his neck as I kissed him hard.

Not just a peck...a deep kiss reminding him that I had missed him so much.

My tongue twirled round his in his mouth as he tasted of coffee, he staggered back as the flower fell onto the floor as he kissed me back.

"Andrea," he breathed when I finally released him, his hands resting on my hips.

"You're here," I said, gasping as my chest heaved up and down

"You're actually here.", i muttered again as I grabbed his hands leading him to the dining.

I made my favourite food for my birthday Pasta, I never really liked cooking but I always made sure I made food on my birthday..

We finished eating and he glanced at the cake on the counter.

"Time to blow some candles", he said and I stood up, walking around the table to where he sat.

The truth was...I had just one wish this year and it wasn't for candles.

When I got to where he sat, I simply climbed into his lap, straddling him.

I never really wanted to blow candles on my birthday.

I wanted to be fucked...like fucked hard.

I wanted to be fucked in ways I had never been fucked before.

"Happy birthday to me," I whispered into his ears and I kissed him again.

This kiss was slower and deeper this time as I ground myself down against the growing hardness in his trousers, a soft moan vibrating in my throat.

I could feel his bulge growing under me...huge and big.

And Fuck...that was all I wanted.

My hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pushing the cloth aside to lay my palms on the warm skin of his chest.

"Fuck, Andrea," he groaned, his own hands sliding up my thighs, under the short hem of my robe,

I wasn't wearing anything underneath anyways.

I was prepared for him.

I leaned back, breaking the kiss, and looked down at him.

"You're going to be mine tonight" I said.

I slid off his lap, sinking to my knees on the rug, he knew what I was about to do.

Was I ashamed to do it right in our dining.

No, I wasn't.

I slowly unbuckle his belt and his trousers, pulling down the zipper.

He stood up halfway, helping me achieve my aim as my fingers hooked around his waistband of his briefs and I pulled them down, freeing his erection.

He was fully hard, thick and flushed, I leaned forward, letting my breath ghost over the sensitive head before pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

A growl escaped his mouth and I smiled.

He was loving it.

I bent my head as I took him in my mouth slowly, savouring the slippery feeling of him against my tongue.

I opened my mouth wide, taking him all in as I heard myself gag.

Then my head began to bob up and down in a slow rhythm, taking him in as much as I could.

One of my hands cupped the heavy weight of his balls, gently rolling, while the other gripped the base of his shaft, stroking in the same rhythm as my mouth went.

The sounds he made...low groans sent me dripping down my legs.

His hands tangled in my hair, not pushing, he just just holding it, his hips giving tiny thrust as I sucked.

I increased the pace as my own arousal throbbed badly between my legs.

I wanted him to come.

"Andrea... I'm gonna..." he choked out.

I hummed in encouragement as I went deep down till his tip hit the back of my throat and just like that, he groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as his back arched off the chair and he came.

A hot, salty liquid that flooded my mouth.

I tried my best to swallow every drop, sucking him off as my saliva mixed with his cum.

I stood up, clearly satisfied with my work and I crawled back into his laps, kissing his deeply, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

His dick was right at my core, making me moan as I kissed him hard.

We pulled apart and his hands made their way into my robe now, pulling the rope open and tossing it away, his mouth rested on my breast and my head pulled back, resting my back on the dining table, giving him enough space while he sucked my nipple deep.

"Bedroom," I gasped.

He stood, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around him.

My dripping legs and in no time, we got to the bedroom, he placed me down and trailed kisses down my stomach.

"Rea...you're so wet", he said and without even allowing me talk, his mouth was between my thighs.

I cried out, jerking my back off the bed as his hands laid on my thighs, pulling them apart.

His tongue circled my clit and then licked a slow torturing stripe through my dripping fold.

He then nibbled hard, flickering his tongue, rolling and twisting it while I moaned in utter pleasure, my vision blurring.

He was damn good at his tongue games and he knew it.

The pressure was building and I could feel it, I was screaming, my hips rocking against his mouth.. chasing that release.

I was going to come...

Suddenly,a phone rang and his tongue stilled.

"No," I whimpered, the plea ripped from my throat. I was almost there.

"I need to grab that", he said, standing up, leaving me naked and trembling on the bed.

"Jason, don't..." I started, but he was already searching for his phone.

He picked it and he immediately turned to look at me.

"It's Loraine," he said, as if that explained everything, then he answered.

"Loraine? Yes. I'm here."

I lay there, naked and humiliated, listening to half of the conversation.

"The financial account... now? It's... yes, I understand....Right the gala...it totally slipped my mind, Of course. I can be there in twenty.", he said then he paused, running his hands through his hair as he avoided my gaze.

"No, no problem at all. See you soon."

He hung up and turned to me, already grabbing his discarded trousers.

"I'm so sorry, Rea. It's a business crisis and the only place the client wants us to meet him is at the charity gala, she needs me to be there with her", he said

I couldn't speak. The heat of arousal that builded up earlier was more of anger now.

I had pulled the sheets close to my chest now, covering myself.

He dressed in a rush, not looking at me and when he was done, he came to the side of the bed, hurriedly kissing me on the bed.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise...We'll finish this, he said and with that, he was out of the room.

And out of the house.

I stared at the ceiling, still feeling the tingling between my legs.

The clock on the nightstand ticked and each tick sent me over the edge.

The one time he decides to stay for my birthday.

Loraine happens.

Just like always.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

She had always managed to ruin things every year with she being out with her husband on important days while I stay at home.

"It wasn't going to happen today", I thought as I swung my legs across the bed, walking to the shower.

Once I was done, I headed to my closet and I pulled out a little black dress, the one Jason said made me look damn sexy and I wore it.

Tonight was about me... nothing crazy.

Just few drinks, dance like my husband hasn't just ditched me while having sex and then come home.

I guess my wish didn't come to pass this year.

I didn't bother with underwear...I wasn't going to get laid anyways.

I'm a married woman so no one really need to know if I'm putting on one or not.

I shoved my feet into high heels, did a light make-up, grabbed my small leather bag and I walked back into the living room.

The flowers lay on the floor by the door, where I kissed him earlier.

Angrily,I stepped over them, grabbing my coat and I walked out of the house.

If my husband was at a gala, then I could be at a club and If he was drinking fine champagne with Loraine, I could chug something stronger, something that would burn this humiliation right out of me.

The club had to be the right choice.

ANDREA

"Another one please",I said, shouting over the loud music that was in the bar.

It was my third shot and it was starting to kick in.

The joy of having no thoughts.

I didn't need to think about Jason or Loraine.

I just wanted to enjoy and have fun drinking and dancing to the music in the club.

The bartender slid the glass back to me and I chugged it down, slamming it on the table.

I was just starting to feel that joy, the music seeping into my bones.

I stretched my hand to request for another drink when a girl tapped me.

"Please, I need your help", she said, shouting over the music.

A random girl coming to ask for my help in a club.

Yeah...weird as fuck.

"I need help...my friend is about to loose her job because she fell sick", she said.

"She couldn't stop by today and the boss is not listening", she shouted..

I leaned in, the smell of her perfume mixing with the alcohol on my breath.

"Work?..Why are you telling me this"

"We have a gig here tonight and I was thinking you could help me impersonate her, you have the same body", she said.

"It's just dancing in a mask. You wouldn't show your face at all.", she added and I laughed.

I had no idea why I laughed because she obviously didn't crack a joke.

But still...it just felt like it was a joke.

"You're joking, impersonate your friend for a gig?."

"I'm desperate!", she said, rubbing her hands together begging me.

"She'll lose this job, it pays so well... It's just to twirl around the pole a bit in front of one guest. That's it. Ten minutes", she said.

"Fine...I'll give you her whole fee.", she added.

I really loved dancing...I remember back in college..after exams, my friends and I would organize a house party and we'll learn pole dancing like our lives depended on it.

But ever since I got married...I never had the time to do things like that...

The idea of moving to that music, of feeling it claim me while tipsy made me so excited.

It couldn't be a bad idea.

Moreover she mentioned me dancing in a mask.

"You don't need to pay me, I'll help you, I hope your friend gets better", I said and she threw her hands around me.

"Thank you so much", she said.

"So what do I do?", I said, the moment she pulled back.

"You dance and you leave...He's just some rich guy who likes a show.", she said.

The thought was reckless and at the same time delicious.

No one had to know it was me.

"What's a birthday without crazy memories?", I thought.

"Alright, lead the way", I said as I tossed a wad of bill to the bartender and I followed the girl.

We walked through the club until we reached the back room.

There were lots of laidies in there, trying to dress up and prepare for what I assume to call their "gig".

She introduced herself as Mia and I nodded.

I didn't need to tell her my name.

We'll obviously not see again after today.

She handed me a black lace and silk lingerie and a mask that covered the upper half of my face completely.

Which was fine by me.

I slid of my gown and I wore the lingerie, not forgetting my mask.

The cold air hit my skin as I rubbed my hands together, hoping the friction provides the heat I needed.

"Perfect,", I heard Mia say as she adjusted a strap on my shoulder.

"Just follow my lead and we'll be done in no time, thanks for agreeing to this", she said and I nodded.

She led me out of the room, up the stairs and we stopped in front of a door.

"He's in there, he's the one that requested for my friend, I've got the room next door... just dance and don't talk", she said and then she turned and walked into the other room.

I took a deep breath as I pushed the door opened, I had no idea of what to expect...but I was here already.

I couldn't go back.

The room was so huge, there was a huge bed and two poles meters away from it.

And then there was a chair chair not from from the pole, which were at the center of the room.

The light was not too bright..but bright enough to see each other.

A girl was already at the pole, twirling like her life depended on it.

"Wrong room", I thought as I saw the girl.

Why would he want two girls?

Mia never mentioned that.

"Just dance and get out", I thought as I walked towards the pole.

I hadn't even seen the man's face.

He was just sitted on the sofa, staring at the girl dancing.

I walked closer to the pole opposite the girl and only then was I able to see the man's face.

His back was slumped against the sofa he was sitting on, he had a glass of liquid in his hands and Damn..

He passed the description of a Greek god we read novels.

Dark, tousled hair with a striking jawline, a perfect straight nose and a lips that looked soft.

He was wearing a black shirt and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, revealing his muscles and a dark tattoo.

His shirt was few buttons down and I could also catch glimpse of a tattoo...tiny words inscriped on his chest.

He watched us with a lazy, predatory interest that made my skin prickle.

The girl began to move, and instinct took over.

I was representing someone who needed the job badly, I couldn't flop.

I let the rhythm in, my hip connecting with the cool metal of the pole, my back arching as I let my head fall back, I spun, curled around the steel just like I loved doing back then in college.

It brought a lot of memories back and I actually felt like I needed to enjoy that moment.

There was no way I would find myself round a pole ever again.

As I twirled round the pole, I could feel his eyes bore into me.

He seemed to be staring at me...a bit too much.

Suddenly, the girl left her pole and with a sway of her hips, she walked right to the sofa and without a word, she say on his opened legs and slammed her lips on his.

He let her, his hands coming up to rest on her waist, pulling her closer.

I could hear her moan and I could hear their tongue slide against each other.

I dropped down from the pole and I noticed his eyes were over her shoulder, looking at me.

A jolt, sharp and electric, went through me.

"Right....I guess I have to do something, too", I thought as I walked closer to him.

The moment I got to him, he broke the kiss with the girl, staring at me and I placed a knee on the sofa beside his hip, leaned down, and brought my lips to his.

He tasted like alcohol and mint, cool and hot at once. His lips were firm, and for a second, he didn't respond, letting me take the lead and then with a low hum that vibrated against my mouth, he kissed me back.

His tongue swept into my mouth, bold and demanding, and the hand not holding the glass came up to cup the back of my neck, holding me to him.

A moan escaped my throat and my body pressed closer, my lace-covered breasts flattering against his chest.

And then, just like I had been poured a bucket of ice water, I remembered Jason.

I was married!!

What am I doing?

I tore my mouth from his, pushing back against his chest. His grip on my neck tightened for a fraction of a second before he let go.

"I... I have to go," I stammered, the words rolling out before I could stop it.

The plan was to dance and leave.

It wasn't for me to shove my tongue down some stranger's mouth, moaning like I wasn't a married woman.

I turned and his hands shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist.

"Not so fast, princess," he said, his voice a low rumble that seeped into my very bones.

"We're just getting started."

ANDREA

"Getting started", I thought as released me, he then stood up and turned to the other girl.

His hands went to his belt and I could hear him pull it off, his zipper down and I stopped breathing.

Even from his briefs...the bulge growing there looked so big.

He pushed his briefs down his waist and his cock sprang out, hard, big, and veiny.

He was bigger than Jason's...way bigger than he was.

The sight alone sent liquid dripping down my legs.

The girl's eyes widened and she smiled before getting on her knees, leaning forward, opening her mouth.

He didn't guide here, he just stood while she had to take him all in.

Her mouth took him all in that she gagged, drooling all over his cock.

A low, rough sound came from his chest and then he moved.

He held her hair in his hands and he controlled her movement.

Her head plopped in and out as he fucked her mouth.

His thrusts into her mouth were slow at first and then it became more fast.

The gagging sound from the girl and the occasional growl from him filled the room.

I was glued to my spot, buzzing with a inner heat that felt like it was higher than the room's temperature.

I had no idea why he wanted me to watch that...but deep down, I wished I was the one on my knees.

My clit throbbed in time with his movements, a dull, insistent ache, the lingerie I was wearing was soaked, a undeniable slickness I could feel against my thighs.

I squeezed my legs together, but the pressure only made it worse, sending a sharp jolt of need straight to my core as my chest heaved up and down, watching the two of them.

He pulled her head back and his dick sprung out, still hard, dripping with cum and her saliva.

She rubbed her hand on it, pushing it up and down, moaning.

She then spat on it, sucking just the tip, rolling her mouth around it as he pushed it back into her, growling.

He fucked her mouth with no mercy, hard and fast.

A moan escaped my mouth as I watched them.

This could be it.

My little secret wish coming to pass.

Getting fucked....hard.

Not the gentle, almost apologetic sex Jason offered.

The rough sex.

His pace increased, his hips pistoning faster and I could see his grip get together round her hair.

"Swallow it all," he growled as he kept thrusting and them he stiffened, a sharp groan tearing from him as he emptied himself down her throat.

I watched as the girl gulped it down, swallowing him clean, he then pulled out, his cock glistering and shining.

"Leave", he told the girl and he got up, walking out of the room, leaving us two alone.

Then he turned to look at me, my eyes drifted down from his hair to his dick which still looked so hard and my mouth watered.

"Do you have anything to say?",he said and I stared at it for few seconds.

I wanted to be the one on my knees so bad.

I wanted to be fucked hard by him...but I was married.

"Fuck Jason, he left me before I could reach my release anyways, he doesn't have to know about this", I thought.

"Fuck me..hard, make me cum as hard as you can", I muttered, my own voice, barely audible, dripping with a want I no longer cared to hide.

A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips and he closed the distance between us, his warm hands cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

"Open.", he said and I obeyed, parting my lips.

He didn't kiss me...I wasn't even expecting that anyways.

Instead he guided his tip into my mouth and the reality of it sent fresh flood of wetness between my legs.

I could taste the salty rang of him and the girls lipstick.

It was finally happening....to me.

I took him in, my tongue flattening against the underside. He was thicker than I'd thought he'd be.

I took him all in, my lips curling into a tight ring and he grunted in approval.

"Good girl...take it all", he said as he hit the back of my throat.. making me gag.

Then he began to move, one hands fisted in my head, controlling my movements as my head plopped up and down.

It hurt but it felt good.

His other hand was on the pole that was beside me,

He wasn't gentle, and that was exactly what I wanted, each deep thrust, every gag that made me struggle to breathe through my nose.

Fuck...that was how I wanted to be fucked.

My eyes watered, and I let the tears fall, my hands coming up to grip his powerful thighs, just to hold on.

The sounds were insane, the wet slap of skin,his ragged breaths, my chocked gurgles as I took him deeper.

Suddenly he pulled out and I moaned at the loss of contact.

He slapped me with his dick mixed with my saliva and his cum.

"You want me to fuck so hard, you dirty slut", he said, slapping his dick on my mouth and I moaned, nodding my head, wheezing.

Then he plopped it back into my mouth, his hands at the back of my head, pushing me down to take him deep.

If I was called a slut by a random stranger...I might have offended a lot.

But hearing it from him... just felt like a compliment.

I wanted to be a slut for him.

One of my hands left his leg and crept under me, I pressed hard against my clit, the insane sensation making me moan around him.

He saw me and then he said, his voice thick.

"Touch yourself for me,".

I rubbed harder, rolling in circles, the pleasure building up as I sucked and took his thrust, I was slowly reaching it.

Just as I felt myself begin to spiral, he pulled out of my mouth with a slick pop. I gasped for air, my lips swollen and bruised-feeling, my whole face wet.

"Strip", he said and I stood up, stripping out of the lingerie, I was wearing.

He walked closer to me, grabbing my breast my his hands and his fingers flicked round the hard nipple making me moan.

It was nice what his touch could do to me and I was so glad I didn't have to remove my mask.

"On the bed, On your back.", he said and I walked towards the bed, laying on it.

He didn't speak, he walked closer to the bed like a prey studying it's catch and he knelt down between my thighs spreading it wide.

Then he buried his face between my legs.

The first flat stroke of his tongue from my entrance to my clit made me cry out, my back arching up to him.

He two hands held my thigh in place, his grip so tight that it hurt but it was nothing compared to the pleasure ripping inside of me.

His tongue speared inside of me, then he swirled it around my clit, sucking it hard.

"Oh, Fuck..." I maoned, my hands finding his hair, gripping it hard.

He growled against me, the vibration traveling straight to my core.

Then suddenly, he added a finger and the two, curling them inside me, making my vision blur.

As he fingered and licked me, I moaned, grabbing his hair tight.

He then sucked my clit hard and I screamed.

That was my last stretch as my orgasms ripped through me, hard.

I jerked my hips up, shivering as he licked me clean..

Then he rose above me, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance, his hands at the side of my bed as he looked into my eyes.

Like he was trying to figure out the lady under the mask.

His lips were shining with my cum and as much as I wanted to taste myself off his lips, I avoided his gaze, looking sideways.

"Turn over", he said and my body turned before I could process it.

He smacked my ass and I arched it up, bare and exposed towards me, dripping.

I heard the tear of a foil packet and then his tip rubbing my entrance making me moan.

Then without hesitation, he pushed into me and I screamed out both from pain and the pleasure.

He was so much bigger than anything I was used to.

Way bigger than Jason was.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hands gripping my hips, his thumbs digging into the flesh of my ass, he stayed there for a while,then he drew back and slammed back hard.

And then he didn't stop.

This was the "hard" I'd begged for, the one thing i wished for.

Each thrust sent my hands shivering

"You take it so well," he grunted.

One hand left my hip and snaked around my front, pinching and rolling my nipple.

The dual sensation...the deep thrust and the sharp pinch drove me wild.

I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, wanting him deeper, harder.

"Yes... like that... please..." I begged, the words fracturing into moans.

His hands bent my back, holding my two hands at my back, pushing my ass up and he continued,

Hard and fast...

Minutes later, I was screaming as I clenched around him, pulling another deep groan from his chest.

"Come for me again," he ordered, his fingers finding my clit from behind, rubbing rough circles.

It was too much. The command, the relentless penetration, the touch on my clit.

It was too much for me to handle.

I convulsed around me, my scream muffled by the sheets I dug my face in.

My climax triggered his and with a final deep thrust, he groaned as he pulsed inside me, filling the condom with his release.

Them we both slumped on the bed.

He stayed there, slumped over my back, his weight heavy and comforting, both of us gasping for air, slick with sweat.

It was only then I remembered I was still in the club as I could still hear the low music.

After a long moment, he pulled out and I whimpered at the sudden, empty feeling. He disposed of the condom, then he laid beside me.

He ran a hands, surprisingly gentle down my sweaty back.

"Look at me", he said and I turned to look at me

"I need to see you without the mask", he said and I almost choked on my own spit.

"See my face?", I screamed in my head.

Then I looked at him, he didn't look familiar...we were probably not going to see after all this.

I could as well just give him what he wants since he made my birthday wish come through.

I pulled off the mask, rubbing my hands over my face and it was sweaty now.

"You look so beautiful", he said, bringing his hands to my face and I smiled.

"You said you wanted to be fucked hard," he stated, his thumb tracing my swollen lower lip.

"Was that hard enough?"

"It was!!", I wanted to scream but now that the mask was off my face and I could see him well

I wanted more.

"Uhm...it was a start," I managed to whisper.

"Feisty huh", he said, his voice deep and hoarse.

"Follow me, I might just happen to know the perfect thing you want", he said