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."

ANDREA

He stretched his hands and I walked closer to shake it, Jason was right there, smiling his oblivious smile.

The moment his palm slid against mine, a jolt went through me....straight to my core and I took a deep breath as I felt a slick rush of want between my legs.

I pulled my hands back as the more I saw him, the more I was reminded of the night at the club, the more I wanted more.

"It's great to finally meet you, Andrea," Fred said and his voice vibrated in my chest.

He stared into my eyes for few seconds and I know he remembered me.

Of course he did.

I turned to leave when suddenly Jason's phone rang and he glanced at it, picking it from the chair.

"Excuse me," he muttered, standing up.

"Andrea... will you show him to the room? He'll be staying for a month. I need to speak to Loraine."

"Fucking Loraine... again," I whispered under my breath.

And did I just hear him say one month.

"He was going to be staying for a whole month", I thought but before I could even bring myself to say anything, Jason was up the stairs, leaving me with Fred..

The moment Jason was out of sight, I turned to Fred and I saw that the polite mask he had on his face earlier had been replaced by a slow smirk.

"Turns out the mysterious girl was you huh," he said, standing up, walking closer to me.

And at that very moment, I regretted the fact that I had agreed to take off my mask.

If only I didn't.

Then he wouldn't have known it was me.

"I can't believe I made such a stupid mistake", I muttered in my head.

"You do clean up nicely," he murmured, his gaze sweeping from my face down to my gown.

Then I took a deep breath, forcing myself to move towards him.

"Whatever happened was a mistake and It won't happen again.", I said, trying my best not to be loud.

The truth was that the whole sentence was a lie.

I wanted him as bad as anything, but who does that?

Being obsessed with her husband's bestfriend.

His lips curled into a smile and he closed the distance between us.

Before I could react, his hands were on my thigh, making it's way up my legs.

My breath hitched, a sharp, audible gasp I couldn't suppress.

"You think so?" he whispered, standing up to his full height.

I had to tilt my head back..and fuck... he was tall and dangerously hot.

The dim light at the club didn't do justice to his look.

He was everything a woman could dream about.

"I think your body believes otherwise.", he said and his hands hands began to move, slow, maddening circles on my thighs, creeping higher.

In my mind...i was screaming noo...

My husband was upstairs...thinking I was showing his friend his room, while I was here jerking to his touch.

"Your body wants this..." he purred, his voice dropping to a murmur that coiled in my belly.

His hands finally reached my core and he pressed hard.

"See?", He said.

I was dripping, just from his voice.

Right from the moment I set my eyes on him.

"Just my voice and you're already like this," he breathed into my ear, sending shivers doen my spine as his fingers rubbed me through my lace panties, directly on my clit.

"I want you to remember all that happened last night....tell me you don't want more, and that's it. I'll stop. Say the words."

His other hand came up to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to meet his and his fingers pressed harder, a delicious friction that made my knees tremble.

I bit my lip, hard, to stop the moan fighting its way out.

I couldn't bring myself to say the words...I wanted him.

When he noticed, I wasn't saying anything, his smirk deepened and he pushed my lace panties aside, his fingertip sliding through my wetness with a slick sound.

"So ready for me," he breathed, his own breath warm against my temple.

Then he pushed one finger inside me and my head fell back, a choked cry escaping my bitten lips. My inner muscles clenched around him,

"See?" he growled, his mouth at my ear and his finger began to move in and out of me."You don't lie as well as you think you do, Andrea."

He added a second finger, stretching me further and a broken sob of pleasure escaped me.

His thumb found my clit, circling it in time with the thrust of his fingers.

My legs were shivering, my lips were probably about to fall off from me trying to stop my moans..

My hands flew out, gripping his shoulders for balance, as little gasps escaped my mouth.

My hips moved on their own accord, meeting his thrust.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice rough.

"Take it. You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Since the moment you woke up in your husband's bed.", he continued.

Well...that was very true.

He's been on my mind since I woke up.

He increased his pace, and his thumbs pressed harder, I could feel the pressure building, I was close..

Suddenly, Jason's voice cut through my gaze.

"Rea?", He called and I froze.

It was like I was just poured a bucket of Ice water, Fred's fingers were still deep inside me as he didn't remove them.

"I might have to leave for work soon!" Jason shouted.

I wanted to answer him, but I was couldn't, I tried to form words, but all that came out was a strained gasp. If I spoke, it would be a moan.

So I decided not to talk..

Fred leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

"Answer your husband," he whispered,

"You don't want him to be worried."

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars, I shuddered, panting as I jerked against his hands.....

"Andrea?" Jason's voice came again, closer, like he was coming.

"Did you hear me?", he asked

"Yes, I heard" I called out, my voice strangled, cracking on the last word.

Anything to stop him from coming downstairs.

I could hear his footsteps retreat back and I was relieved.

Fred didn't wait, It looked like he didn't care if Jason saw him or not.

He resumed his ruthless, expert thrust, his fingers driving into me and his thumb circling my clit.

Just as the orgasm felt like it reached the peak and I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming.

We heard the door open and the footsteps indicated that he was coming downstairs.

Fred withdrew his fingers slowly, the loss making me gasp and He brought his hand to his mouth, his eyes locked on mine, and slowly, deliberately, sucked my wetness from his fingers.

He leaned in, his lips against my ear once more. "We'll make sure to finish what we started later," he whispered.

Then he grabbed his bag, his expression shifting back to the polite, casual one he had earlier as if he hadn't just shoved his fingers into me minutes ago.

"The guest room... princess", he said, his voice barely audible and with my chest heaving up and down, I pointed to the room down the hall.

"The guest room's that way," I managed to say, my voice hoarse.

"Thanks for the house tour", he said and I almost scoffed.

House tour indeed.

Jason had walked down the stairs but I couldn't look at him.

If I did, he would see everything written on my face.