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

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.

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."