Obsessive Love: Nights With My Husband's Best Friend

Sienna

It was a hot summer afternoon, I sat on the fur couch in my husband's one million dollar

mansion, sipping a chill Moèt Rosè when my phone screen lit up with an email

notification from Hermès. I have been given the deal to influence the brand. Amongst

many luxury brand deals, this one was my top priority that I've worked for, for a very long

time.

I was to be on a jet immediately to Paris for the fashion show, I should get ready, then I remembered I have a fagg9t husband who says I must ask his consent before doing

whatnot. I picked up my phone to dial his contact, but of course, he didn't take his call.

"Fucking fool." I muttered, throwing my phone across the couch, picked up my bag and

headed to his office.

As I walked into the building, the cool breeze of the air condition rested on my face and

causing my hair to fly in smooth rhythm, the receptionist and other workers stared at me

as though something bad was about to happen.

"What!?" I hissed, rolling my eyes at the receptionist who kept moping at me.

I went straight to the bar to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate with my husband

when I break the good news to him.

Walking through the last floor where my husband's office was situated, I had the sudden

urge to take a turn and drive back home, but for some reasons I kept walking with my

shoulders high.

"Mrs Brooks? Mrs Brooks–" my husband's secretary came calling from behind me as I

tried to turn the knob of my husband's office door.

"What exactly is wrong with all of you in this office? What do you want?" I howled at the

secretary.

"Mr. Brooks is indisposed at the moment. He demanded strictly for no distractions." She

said with her hands shaky, obstructing me from going into my husband's office.

"Excuse me? Are you new here? I am his wife, and not distractions! Get out of my way!"

Her audacity had my chest feeling tight, who did she think she was speaking to in that

manner?

Reluctantly, she stepped out of the door and I stomped into the office.

My husband wasn't at his desk when I got in so I assumed he must be at the sitting room

next door.

"Babe?" I called out to him.

The sitting room was empty as well then I heard the sound of water from the bathroom.

"Alex are you in there?"

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming..."

The bathroom door flung open, and my husband came out, adjusting his pants and belt.

"You should stop coming here unannounced... it's unprofessional."

"I'm sorry... I just wanted-"

"Go home, Sienna." He commanded, cutting me off.

"Won't you at least hear me out?" The pitch of my voice rising as I followed him to his

desk.

"Go the fuck home!" He slammed his hands on the desk.

I stood speechless for a minute, my teeth grinding, as I stared at him, fighting the urge to

pounce on his stoic face.

I stomped out of his office, I didn't just want to go home because I needed a confirmation

that there was someone in the bathroom with him. He didn't have on his usual oud scent,

I perceived a mixture of vanilla and marshmallow scent from him.

Alex might think he's smart but I know he's not slippery enough.

I got to the lobby to tip the receptionist to give me intel and who goes into Alexander's

office.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it's against the company's policy" She said, with her eyes still fixated

on the computer screen.

Such a bitch. Company policy my ass!

***

I drove back home and decided to wait for Alex till he comes back. The sun was already

setting and I hasn't packed any suitcase yet. I felt heated up, like something in me

needed to be fixed, something that hasn't been fixed for a very long time. Then I felt

moist in my pants, I took the athroom and pulled my oants down, dipped a finger in my

pussy and took it out. And it was a slimy liquid. I was horny.

It's been 3 years of my marriage to Alex and I can't remember the last time we've had sex.

Alex always say he's had a long day or he wasn't feeling too strong to bang me.

My flight to Paris was in three hours, but I needed to release the heat off me, maybe

some videos of two hot pornstars would relieve me.

So I took my rose toy and went back to the couch where I had dropped my phone. I laid

down on my back, I hung my left leg on the top of the couch, my other leg on the floor.

I put on the vibrator and placed it on my clit, while I watched some big ass lady riding on

a massive bulge on my phone. Her ass bouncing on his dick in a sensual rhythm, her

fluids dripling down his balls and he banged her. I took a deep breathe, my jaw dropped.

I've always imagined getting fucked that way.

My waist whining on the couch as I rubbed on my nipples, while my other fingers kept

playing in my already drioping pussy. The toy kept buzzing, taking me in steps to cloud

nine. I was almost there, but I needed to delay the ecstacy because I wanted to watch

more intense thrusting of dick from the porn. The view made me crave intensly for a man,

a real man and not Alexander that had nothing to offer but his money. I put my focus

back on the video, with more concentration to get to climax because I was already

getting disgusted by letting the thought of Alex distract me.

I kept rubbing on my clit, dipping my muddle finger into my pussy and rubbing my fluids

all over my clit. I felt like I was going to explode. The orgasm was already building up. My

toes twisted and my eyes rolled into my head.

"Arghhh" I was almost at the peak when I heard the entrance door swing open. I sprang

up immediately, adjusting my dress and hiding the toy behind me. Then I realized it's

been raining.

Standing at the door drenched in rain with his jaw dropped was Roman, my husband's

bestfrien

Sienna

My eyes darted from his neck region down to his groins. The sight of drenched Roman

had me frozen, his shirt cladding tightly against his body, revealing well toned hard

muscles. I jolted out of my thoughts when Roman finally left the door post, stepping

quietly towards me.

"Ahem! Ro-Roman... you're here, I mean - why are you here?" My body was fidgeting

as I tried to stop the porn video from playing.

"Yeah- uhm, is Alex here, I've been trying to reach him. He doesn't seem to be taking his

calls?" Roman asked, biting his lower lips and gazing at my exposed boobs

Then I realized I hadn't pulled my robe over my boobs, my nipples still hard and pointing.

"He isn't here. As a matter of fact, I'm also waiting for him to get back...I have a flight to catch

in two hours." I muttered, catching my breath while still imagining Roman being on top of

me right there.

"Wow! You look absolutely gorgeous in that robe... I'm so jealous of Alex." Roman said

as he bit his lower lip, moving his eyes from my lip to my boobs and down to my legs. "I

see, you're busy... But do you mind if I change out of these wet clothes?" He asked, walking toward the guest room.

"Sure"

Of course, it's his best friend's house. He knows the ins and outs.

I relaxed my nerves the moment Roman disappeared to the guest room. He had

interrupted my fun, and somehow, he needed to pay for it. So I tiptoed to the guest room

to see him change.

I got to the door, and I heard the sound of water rushing. It was a good thing the door wasn't

totally shut. With slow movements, I pulled the door slightly open and tiptoe inside

towards the bathroom door.

The door wasn't totally shut as well, so I got a view of Roman in the shower. He was

completely bare. I could only get a view of his back and bum. His back muscles were a

good sight to behold. Before I could digest the details of his spine, he turned around, his

eyes were closed as he was applying soap lather on his face.

I knew i wasn't supposed to he doing this because he was my husband's best friend, but i

had a need, and he was somehow in my house, so there was no harm in getting a little help

from him.

I tried to ponder on whether i should go into the shower with him and bend over or get the hell out without getting noticed. My eyes betrayed me and landed on the massive shaft

that dangled in between his strong thighs.

Good Lord!

From my measurement, I could say it was six inches long even when soft, I wondered

how long it'd be when it gets hard. Alex wasn't even close to having a dick that huge.

The sight of his dangling member had me soaked again. I leaned on the wall close to the

door, touching myself and reminiscing about Roman's dick inside of me with his inches.

I stroked myself in slow movements, biting my lower lip to stop my moans from getting

loud. I was so into my pleasure that I hadn't heard when the shower went off, and Roman

standing right in front of me, caught in the act.

"I understand how hungry you are, but it's just a matter of time before Alex comes home

to fuck you."He said, brushing past me.

I was caught off guard by his comment, something about the way he said "fuck" makes

me drip more. But I wasn't just going to let him to speak to his bestfriends wife like a

bitch.

"How about, you get dressed and get the fuck out of my house?" I snarled, trying so hard

to hide the shame that eluded me.

"Sure. And I'll make sure to tell Alex that you're starving, he needs to do something

about it." He spat and stomped out of the room.

"You ain't telling Alex shit!" I growled as he banged the door shut on my face.

One thing was certain, Roman and Alex tell each other literally everything. They even

have a virtual group where they talk about different things. But I also had the doubt he'd

tell Alex about how I made a fool of myself right in front of his best friend.

I felt my breathing becoming still and shallow as to why Roman didn't just seize the

golden opportunity he had and banged me. He acted like a child which irked me the

most.

Just as I was about to freshen up, I heard some muffled sounds coming from the

entrance door. Was Roman speaking to someone or...?

"Yes yes yes, I had a really busy day, but let's talk about it tomorrow."

That was my husband. I thought he wouldn't be home that night, as he had the habit of

spending the night wherever he wished.

Good thing he came home, at least he'd help release me of the tension I was having.

I stood at the staircase with my heart pounding, hoping Roman wouldn't tell him what

just transpired a few moments ago. Then I saw them looking back at me, Alex's brows

raised. Oh shit!

Bloody Roman.

I almost shit my pants trying to figure out what exactly they were saying. I didn't know if I

should go back upstairs and wait for Alex or if I should just sit on the stairs or if I should

just... melt into thin ice.

They were finally done with their conversation.

"You're home late again." I said to Alex, trying to conceal my shaky voice. " I had to

cancel the already booked flight."

"You can cancel your life too. What does it have to do with me?" Alex spat, crossing the

distance between us and headed towards our bedroom.

This man really had me cancel my flight for a deal I've been waiting on for months and

then acted as though he wasn't part of my life.

"You demanded that I tell you before going on any trip. So I don't understand why-" I

was cut out of my sentences by the bedroom door being shut on my face, for the second

time in one night!

I took a deep breath and went into the bedroom with plans to make Alex work on my cunt

even though he must have worked at the office. Either way, there was no way I'd go to

bed unsatisfied that night.

I took off my robe and walked into the bathroom to shower with Alex and to show him

what he has missed for a long time.

Our marriage was based mostly on getting our empire to the highest peak against our

competitors but our sex life, nothing to write home about.

I wanted that night to be memorable and pleasurable.

I watched as the water ran down Alex's hard muscles, but Roman was all I could think of

at that moment. Something I shouldn't be doing. Seeing Alex made me feel like a failure

for trying to chest on him with his bestfriend, but he left me no choice since the day he

decided to stop touching me. But I wanted that to end. So I walked to him, right under the

shower, the water running down both our bodies. Tracing my fingers from his hard hairy

chest down to his waist line, when I felt his hard palm stop me in my tracks.

"What exactly makes you think you're sexy doing this? Do you see how other women do

it? Your hands feel as though a spoon is trying to get me hard." He pushed my hands

away, and went on doing his thing.

I wanted to talk back, I wanted to challenge him, but my body betrayed me. My throat

tightened and my chest felt heavy. I turned leaving the bathroom as tears spilled down

my face when I caught a glimpse of a shiny leather in the bathroom waste bin.

It looked like something I used to see before I became a wife. I took a few steps back and

looked again, I dipped my hand in it and took it out.

Three used condoms.

Sienna

I felt cold shivers run down my spine, I stared at the condoms in my hands, with the

liquid inside that smelt like sperm, I couldn't make words for what I had going on in my

head. Did someone spend some time in our house while my husband and I were away?

Then I turned to ask Alex.

"Babe, did you see this? How's this here." I asked, raising the dangling condoms up for

him to get a better view.

"I certainly have no idea." Alex muttered as he dried his body, walking out of the

bathroom.

"Well someone definitely used it." It was as though I was trying to solve an ancient

mystery.

I shoved it back to the bin and had my shower unsatisfied. My flight was already canceled, so

i decided to retire to bed, I had a new idea come into my head, and Alex had decided not to do

his job, then maybe his best friend could help him do it.

I turned toward Alex, tapping his shoulders to get him awake.

"Alex I feel very sick. Can Roman come check me out tonight? You know I'd be

traveling tomorrow morning." I whispered.

"Do you ever get tired of bugging me with questions? I need to get some rest." Alex

howled, ignoring the question I asked.

I sat up and leaned at the head of the bed, while Alex fell back alseep immediately,

snoring like a pregnant pig.

I went ahead and texted Roman to come get me tested. Roman was my husband's best friend

and also one of the top medical doctors in LA.

In not less than an hour, the doorbell rang.

I made my way downstairs to the entrance door, peeped through the security hole, and saw

Roman.

I opened the door and smiled, ushering him in.

"Alex is already asleep. But I need to get tested, I feel so much fatigue." I complained,

looking straight into his eyes while I flipped my brown wavy hair.

He came in with his medical kits and set them on a table, about to get to work. I kept

following the every move of his hands when he grabbed me by my waist, bringing us to a

close embrace.

"Are you sure you need medical attention? You look like you need a dick attention

instead." He said, grabbing my chin and locking his lips on mine.

I didn't flinch because I know Alex was a deep sleeper, not even the sound of a truck

would wake him up unless it's 6am.

Roman didn't let me get my lips off of his. He kept kissing me, our tongues rolling, and

our soft moans filling the living room air.

Roman took different parts of my body, caressing, squeezing, and grabbing, telling me

how sexy and how hot I was. Whispering into my ears that all he ever dreamed of was the

time he'd have me on his bed and banged me.

He made hold of the armrest of the couch, put my leg on the top, got in between me from

behind and shoved his dick inside of me. My fluids already dripping made for a slimy

entrance. He thrust in and out with so much rigor.

It's almost unreal how much pleasure he gives me.

By the time I had my second orgasm, my legs were already shaky.

Roman carried me up and took me to the guest room, laid me on the bed, and slid his

fingers inside of me, stroking me until I he felt my squirts all over his hands.

He didn't stop, and he lifted my legs to his shoulders and went deep into me with his inches

again. This time, he didn't go any slow. By the time I had my third orgasm, my pussy

already became sore. But somehow I was still so wet and Roman kept going until he

busted his cum all over my pussy and belly.

For the first time in my life, I felt real orgasm, that Alex never gave me. And before I could

process the whole experience, I dozed off into a deep sleep on the guest bed.

*********

The bright morning sun hits my face and I sprang up to my feet, hoping it was a dream of

me fucking my husband's bestfriend.

I was alone on the guest bed and realized I had been fucked there by Roman while my

husband slept peacefully upstairs.

I prayed to the heavens, hoping that Alex hadn't heard my moans from last night.

I finally stood up from the bed after spending minutes thinking about the things Roman

did to me.

I jerked on remembering I had a flight to catch that morning. I ran up the stairs to the

bedroom to pack up my luggage. I met a furious Alex pacing our room with his hands

akimbo.

Shit! He probably heard, I was so dead.

"Why haven't you signed the documents I sent to your email yesterday?"

I exhaled slowly, feeling a bit relieved he wasn't asking about last night.

"Uhmm, I'll do that right away." I said, as I headed straight to my closet.

It had completely erased from my memory that Alex had sent me a document to sign in

other to approve a huge amount of money for new desktops.

Since our marriage, Alex had always said, his empire is a family one,thereby both our

signatures will be needed for futher running of the business.

All Alex ever cared about, all that ever brought Alex and I to a close contact and

relationship was the chains of businesses he had around the country.

He always said, sex, love or kids weren't the most important thing now. His top priority

was the build solid generational wealth, so our kids wouldn't lack when they finally come.

Since then, he hardly touched me, hardly told me I was beautiful, all he ever said was

"sign this document. It's very important."

That morning, I ignored Alex rant on why I didn't sign the documents. The high pitch of

his voice made my stomach twirl. I had a fashion show to attend to and I wasn't going to

let Alex spoil the rest of my day.

"All you care about is buying expensive shoes and bags and not giving a care in the

world about how the money comes." Alex went on while I packed few of my clothes.

"You should be grateful I decided to marry a wretched, retarded orphan like you." He

spat and stomped out, leaving me to digest the weight of his words.

I already told myself Alexander's words won't get to me anymore but I just couldn't help

it. My throat tightened and I just let the tears roll down.

***

I got to the airport and boarded my first class flight to Paris... I kept myself mind busy

with the night I had with Roman, the heights he took me, the times I almost passed out.

The orgasms I never thought I'd experienced.

How I dozed off, and woke up feeling brand new. Then the email I was yet to sign.

Oh shit! I had forgotten again.

I took my phone and opened my email to check the documents.

Then I saw an email from my bestfriend Sofia Monroe, she had sent me a picture of my

husband walking into his office, holding hands with a woman.

Sofia, had been my bestfriend since childhood and we've experienced life together. I was

actually introduced to Alex by Sofia. She had told him how ambitious I was and how I'd

definitely make a good wife.

Apparently, Sofia had also gotten into the same business as my husband's. And they had

a partnership. So she was sometimes at my husband's company.

Now back to the woman in the picture with my husband, she was the description of sexy.

Her ass was big and had a figure any man would die for. Her caramel skin glowed against

the burgundy dress she had on.

Seeing her, I felt my breathing become coarser, faster.

I felt pain in my jaw from clenching my teeth for too long.

I couldn't believe that Alex would cheat on me. What does he want that I couldn't give?

What does that lady in the picture have that I didn't? Yeah well, my ass wasn't as big as

hers. But even though... I still had an ass.

I didn't want to think more about Alex. I didn't want to center my whole day on him. So I

spent the rest of my flight getting ready for the Paris Fashion Show.

**

I alighted from the plane, a Cardilac Escalade already waiting to pick me up.

The moment the car turned onto the quiet street in Paris, I knew I had arrived.

The city looked exactly like the photographs-beautiful, elegant, and almost unreal.

Cream-colored buildings lined the streets, their balconies decorated with iron railings

and flower boxes. People moved along the sidewalks in effortless outfits, as though

fashion wasn't something they wore but something they breathed.

I shifted my gaze toward the hotel ahead.

It was one of the most exclusive hotels in Paris, the kind of place where celebrities,

designers, and billionaires could disappear behind golden doors and nobody asked

questions.

The car slowed to a stop.

Before the driver could even open her door, flashes erupted outside.

Click. Click. Click.

"She's here!"

"Look this way!"

"One picture, please!"

I smiled automatically.

This was the type of life I got from being married to Alexander Brooks.

Fame.

I stepped out of the car wearing a fitted black coat over a cream dress, my sunglasses

hiding most of my expression. My red bottom heels clicked against the pavement as I

walked toward the entrance, one hand resting lightly on the strap of my handbag.

More cameras followed me