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 built 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.