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.

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