My Husband's Bestfriend Is My Secret Obsession

ANDREA

"Oh, Fuck...", I moaned out,my hips arched off the bed before my brain even registered why.

The flickering, nibbling between my legs.

It didn't feel like a dream.

My eyes flew open and the morning sun shined through the blinds as I tried to adjust to the brightness.

I looked down and saw that underneath the covers, there was a head buried between my legs, his broad shoulders holding my thighs apart.

His tongue was doing things that sent electric shocks straight to my core.

"J-Jason?" I gasped, my fingers tangling in the sheets.

He lifted his head under the sheets, his mouth glistening.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Just... making it up to you."

I smiled, glancing at the clock and I saw that it was past 7am in the morning, I got home around three early in the morning and he wasn't still back.

I sank back into the pillow, a sigh escaping me., Since he wanted to make it up to me, fine...I'd let him.

I let my legs fall open wider and his mouth was on my folds again, his tongue flattened against my clit, circling it with a pressure that made my toes curl.

One of his hands slid up my stomach to grab my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipples into a tight, aching peak.

The sensations were so direct, so good. But my mind... my mind was elsewhere.

As he lapped long strokes, my mind drifted to the club.

The stranger and his perfect hands...his perfect dick and the rough sex he gave me.

Jason's tongue swirled but instead all I could see was his hands holding me in place as he fucked my mouth.

Jason sucked, gently, then harder and I remember the railing, the cold and the way his dick went in and out of me.

A bolt of pure heat through me, so intense that it felt like a physical pain.

"Fuck", I maoned as my hips jerked into his mouth and the orgasm hit me.

It ripped through me, wringing a choked scream from my throat. My thighs clamped around Jason's head, my hips bucking wildly against his mouth as I came.

The truth was it wasn't because of Jason.

It was the memories of the previous night.

I come hard from just remembering everything we did.

The spasms subsided, leaving me trembling and slick. Jason lifted his head, looking immensely pleased with himself.

"Poor guy", I muttered inside me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, crawling up my body to kiss me.

I could taste myself on his lips.

"See?" he murmured, the moment he pulled away. "All forgiven?"

"All forgiven.", I said, my voice hoarse as informed a smile.

"Good, I don't want you getting angry at me,today's a bit important for me", he said, kissing my forehead.

"Why?", I asked.

"Fred's coming over today.", he said.

"Fred?", I repeated, trying to remember why the name sounded familiar.

"Someone from work?", I asked.

"No, Rea..My best friend from college! The one who missed our wedding because he was in Mexico, He's back and he has something to do in Los Angeles, he'll be here in a couple hours", he said.

"Oh....right. Fred. You've talked about him.", I said.

He actually did talk about him a lot but I've never seen him.

The one time I could have was the wedding and he couldn't make it.

"A ton...He's like a brother." Jason rolled off me, stretching.

"I'll be downstairs.....You should probably shower too..he's a bit important", he said.

"Yeah. Of course.", I muttered as I walked to the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind me, my reflection from the mirror stared at me and I had a flashback from the moment I got back from the club.

I stared at the exact mirror, my hair was a mess, my lips were swollen from being mouth-fucked, my makeup was a disaster.

A fresh, hot rush of wetness slicked my inner thighs and I ran a hand through my hair, jolting back into reality.

I was soaking again..just from the memory.

I shook my head hard, as if I could dislodge the images.

"Why am I still thinking about it?" I whispered to my reflection.

"It was supposed to end at the club, I'm never going to see him again, why am I thinking about him", I muttered like someone was going to answer me.

The reflection had no answer....it just stared back at me.

I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it, when I was done, I stepped out in a towel.

I wore a simple gown and I packed my hair.

I studied the final result and I nodded in satisfaction, I looked like a wife. A presentable, pretty wife about to meet her husband's best friend.

I could already hear voices by time I stepped out,the low murmur of voices from the living room.

Two voices. Jason's familiar baritone, and another one, quite deep.

"He's here already", I muttered.

"My week wasn't all bad, though...met a girl at a bar last night and she's hands down the only girl I've ever thought about after a one-night stand."

"The voice!!", I thought.

Very familiar...

Jason laughed.

"Get out..Fred 'Fuck them and leave them' Montero actually remembering a woman?"

"Swear down", the voice continued.

"She was... different...Knew how to use her hands...wasn't looking for sweet...She wanted to be fucked hard... just like I like."

I was already descending down the stairs when I heard those words.

It felt like he was talking about me.

"I can't be the only girl who wanted to be fucked hard yesterday", I thought as I dismissed the thought.

Jason chuckled.

"Okay, buddy, it's unlike you spilling things like this out", he said.

"I'm telling you, I'll do anything that have her back in my arms, she had this look in her eyes... like she was pissed at the world and wanted to take it out in the best way possible. She..."

I walked down the stairs and I saw that Fred was sitting on the armchair, backing me.

He was facing Jason who was sitted on the sofa.

"Right... Andrea's here", Jason said and he stopped mid-sentence, looking back.

The moment he looked back...Time stopped.

His eyes a startling, clear green I hadn't been able to see in the dark locked onto mine and they widened in shock.

My brain was right...the voice was familiar.

It was him....The stranger from the club.

The man whose touch had haunted my shower, my morning.. pretty much everything I've been doing since we met.

The one person who granted my birthday wish.

And he was sitting in my living room, smiling at my husband.

"Baby, Come meet Fred. Fred, this is my wife, Andrea."