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My Husband's Bestfriend Is My Secret Obsession

"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. ****** A birthday betrayal leads Andrea into a stranger's's arms. The next morning, she discovered he was her husband's best friend who had been away for so long. A secret that was supposed to end at dawn became their their little dark secret. When secrets explode and hearts are destroyed. She vanishes with a secret that could change everything...a secret that refuses to stay buried...
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Chapter 4

ANDREA

I stood up, my legs dripping and shaking from the perfect, brutal fucking, he walked through a door I never even noticed was there and he opened it.

There was a long hallway and with the way he walked, it felt like he knew the places well.

Or maybe he was just a regular VIP of the club

I could hear the bass from the club underneath us as I followed him through the hallway, eager to know what else he had for me.

We reached a door and he pushed it open.

The night air, cold and sharp hit my never body like a hard slap.

We were on the balcony of the building, few floors up.

I could see the city's night view...it looked fucking insane, the glowing windows of sky scrappers both far and close to us, the city below us, the traffic lights, cars passing in front of the bar.

I walked closer to the railing, hugging myself as it was cold.

I felt raw, exposed in a different way now.....it literally felt like the people were staring at me.

That people could see me.

He leaned against the railing, and he looked at me.

"Come here."he said.

I moved closer to him and he he didn't pull me into his embrace, he just moved back a bit, giving me space to come in.

I was standing in front of him, directly facing the railing, my back to his front.

He hands on my back bent me forward at the waist, my hands grabbed the cold metal of the railing, as he bent me over, my ass pressed right at his dick.

The exposure was the cold breeze was electrifying.

His hands smoothed over the curve of my ass, smacking it, earning a moan from me.

One hand slid between my legs from behind, his fingers finding me wet, swollen, sensitive from my previous shattering orgasms.

I jolted at the contact, a sharp gasp stolen by the wind.

"Still so eager," he murmured into my ear, his voice a dark vibration against my skin.

His fingers slid through my slickness, circling my core, dipping inside just enough to make me clench around him.

"You're dripping for it....even after all that."

I couldn't deny it, I wanted more.

More of him....more of his big dick inside me.

He added another and I pushed back against his hand, eager for more.

He let out a very low, rough laugh and he withdrew his hands.

"I bet you've never been fucked while looking at the city view", he said and I nodded

I mean...Jason never thought of that.

"Let's tick that off your list", he said and his broad head of his cock parted my folds, resting right at my entrance. He didn't push in. He just held it there, which was so frustrating.

"Look down," he said, his voice deep and authoritative.

My eyes which had been shut from the frustration flew opened and I looked down.

The tiny cars that passed, the street light, the height made me a bit dizzy but I didn't care.

It made me more alive.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, his hands holding my hips.

"To be fucked in places you haven't been, to have all your pretty little thoughts fucked right out of you", he asked, still rubbing his tip on my entrance. and I moaned a "Yes".

It wasn't supposed to be a moan but I couldn't help it.

The moment I said yes, he thrusted himself into me in one hard stroke and I cried out, the stretch was a bit more intense than the last time.

He filled me so completely I held on to the railing to make sure my legs didn't give out.

He didn't allow me adjust to his length as he began thrusting into me hard.

"Oh, fuck," I sobbed, the words barely audible as the cold hair whipped my hair around my face.

It was an insane feeling I've never felt.

Suddenly a headlight from a car flashed at us and I turned my head sideways.

I didn't want to be seen, but I guess he had different plans as he pulled my hair back, not in a way that it hurt but in a way that my head was pistoned to look straight at the car.

The flashlight causing ba spotlight on us.

"You don't want to be seen", he growled while pounding inside me.

"Uhh...I...uhmm", I moaned my incoherent words as I couldn't even bring myself to say a complete sentence.

"Let people see me fuck this cunt", he growled and I stared at the car like I was hypnotized.

Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, the drag torturous, before slamming back in and I screamed out.

I knew if the driver was sensitive, he'd definitely have seen us.

I didn't even think if he knew me or not, I just wanted to do as I was told.

Slowly, the car passed by and we were left in the dark again.

He didn't stop, he continued thrusting, each thrust drove me forward, my toes on the floor were scrambling for stability at some point, but he held me in place, his hands on my hips, controlling every thrust.

The pace was relentless, a hard thrust that sent me seeing stars.

"You like this," he stated, his voice strained with effort. "

You like being bent over, exposed...being my little fuck-toy against the railing.

I moaned and his hands trailed my spine..to my chest, closing round my breast.

His hands were rough and I liked it.

He squeezed my breast, pinching my hard nipple while still slamming into me and the dual sensation sent intense pleasure through me.

A guttural moan was ripped from my throat as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, going in deeper, needing to be split open by him.

"Yes... yes..." I moaned and he changed his angle, leaning over me more, his chest pressed against my bare back,

His thrusts became shorter, harder, more targeted, like he wanted me to reach my release.

I gripped the railings tighter as I was getting closer to my release.

With the next hard thrust, I reached it.

I screamed, my hands losing their grip on the railing as my body convulsed, my internal muscles clamping down on him i helpless pulses.

It wasn't the full, sweeping wave of my earlier orgasms it was a sharp one fueled with the cold.

The vision of the city blurred below me as I clenched hard around him.

He felt me clamp around him and he let out a deep growl. I thought he was reaching his release but he didn't stop and he didn't reach his release either.

He fucked me through my climax, making sure each thrust sent aftershocks ripping through my body.

"Again," he demanded, his voice a harsh scrape against my ear.

"I want to feel you come again while I'm buried in this tight, greedy cunt."

"Wait..I just...I can't", I thought but his hands on my breast grew more aggressive, his thrusts grew harder, deeper, as if he was trying to reach my very soul.

I held the railing tight like it was my life, while his hands slid down from my breast and found my swollen clit.

He didn't tease, he just pressed the pad of his thumb right against the swollen, throbbing nub and rubbed, hard, in time with his punishing thrusts.

It was too much....it was overwhelming.

I could feel the pleasure rising again.

"I can't... I'm going to..." My words dissolved into a ragged scream.

"Do it," he snarled, his own rhythm becoming harder, slamming into me with a force that shook my whole body against the railing.

"Come for me. Now.", he said and the second orgasms ripped through me.

I shattered around him, my cries carried away by the wind. I felt my own release, hot and slick, mixing with his harsh movements.

I couldn't take it anymore.

My legs gave way, but he held me up, his arm crossing across my stomach as he kept thrusting, seeking for his own release.

Suddenly, he growled and I felt him pulse deep inside me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me.

It was them I realised he just fucked me without any protection.

He collapsed over me, his weight pressing me harder into the railing as we both breathed hard like we've been deprived of oxygen.

He stayed there for long minutes, inside me,his face buried in the crook of my neck until his breathing slowly evened and the sweat on our bodies grew cold.

Finally, he pulled out and I couldn't move.

It felt like I'd collapse, the moment I take a step.

He seemed to notice as he lifted me up, carrying me against his chest as he walked inside the room back.

We both smelled of sex, sweat and his cologne.

Eventually, my breathing slowed down and he placed me on the bed gently, his eyes searching mine.

"Well?" he asked.

"Was the view to your liking?", he added and I nodded, completely embarrassed now that I thought of all that happened.

I was married, yet a stranger managed to make my day.

He smiled and then entered the toilet, leaving me alone..

I took that as my cue to leave,I had to be home before Jason was anyways.

I grabbed my lingerie, throwing in on and my mask and I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

As I walked down the stairs, my wobbly legs weren't having it but I needed to leave.

I couldn't stay in there.

I entered the back room and I saw Mia, waiting for me.

"You were away for a long time, I was begining to get worried, and with your smudged make-up...damn I'm pretty sure a lot happened", she said, smiling.

"Thanks to you, I had my birthday wish granted", I muttered as I dropped the lingerie and the mask.

"Well... then happy birthday", she said.

"No, you can have them... it'll always make you remember today unless you don't want to", she said..

"I'd have it.. thanks", I said, grabbing the lingerie from her hand, smiling as I got into my dress I initially wore to the club.

Keeping the lingerie away from Jason was not a difficult thing.

I grabbed my bag, my heels in my hands as I walked with bare foot out of the bar.

I really couldn't handle heels with his trembling legs.

I hailed a taxi back home.

All thanks to the stranger, I got my birthday wish.

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