Angry sex with my husband’s friend

Jess hated her husband’s handsome, cocky friend so much, she ended up sleeping with him.

There was this guy, Jason, who was my husband’s friend.

Have you ever met a person that you took an instant dislike to? Jason was my guy. He was cocky, and arrogant and worst of all, he seemed to have fucked everyone I knew. I think the only reason he didn’t try it on with me was because I was dating Sam at the time.

Was it because I was being a bitch? Maybe. For some reasons we never clicked and we didn’t like to be around each other.

The only thing we had in common, was our connection with Sam. It was quite usual for us to have not very subtle digs at each other when we were around our friends.

A few years passed and I married Sam.

Jason had to be an ass and slip some passive-aggressive bullshit into his speech. Something about turning wicked witches into kind, humbled fairies. I can’t remember. I was drinking my way through that bit.

Suffice to say, I was overjoyed when I heard about Jason fucking off to another country, to New Zealand to chase up some work as a builder. I was even polite at the goodbye party. I would’ve personally escorted him onto the plane too, if it meant making sure he was halfway across the damn globe.

Seriously, it was like extracting a needle out of my head. Life was blissful for a good year or so. Sam would mention Jason and I would listen, politely, knowing that he was far away.

And then one day, he told me Jason was coming back to the UK. No amount of yoga and zen meditation was going to fix that migraine.

And to make things worse, we had only just moved into a fixer-upper. Sam’s idea of being a self-sufficient man. Okay, maybe I liked the idea of saving some money too.

What I didn’t like was Sam asking Jase to fit our kitchen cabinets. Jase agreed to do it, cash in hand, mates rates and all that malarky, and it would save us thousands so…

And to be fair, Jase was actually quite a talented craftsman. He just had an asshole personality to go with it. And maybe a nice body too.

I relented and accepted my fate that Jase was going to be floating around in close proximity for a few weeks.

It was okay going at first. I did my thing, Jase did his. Sometimes he’d pass by the living room and give me a stupid ass grin when he saw me doing my yoga. He was one of those asshole elitists who thought the only real workout was Crossfit. Well, it was my damn home so I’d do whatever I pleased.

Then he started bugging Sam to get me to help him out. Sam wanted to keep things as cheap as possible, so one thing Jase did was not get a day-labourer involved. Sam had his day job, so it was down to me to be his minion.

It was fairly amicable at first. I kept my tongue in check, and he was on his best behaviour. A part of me felt slightly bad that when he was hanging the cupboards, I couldn’t help but notice how ripped he was. Sam was an office worker, and he didn’t have the time or energy to be obsessing over at the gym.

I chastised myself, chalking it down to the lack of sex I’d been having lately. Don’t get me wrong, Sam and I did have regular sex. It’s just that I wanted it more than Sam could give me. If I had to be brutally honest, sometimes I enjoyed the way Jase looked at me when I was doing my yoga. He had that animal look in his eyes. And it felt good, knowing I had something he wanted and he couldn’t fucking get it no matter what.

Was he hot? Yes. But Jase was a pig. I remined myself that he’d fucked all of my girlfriends. As he lifted a cupboard and placed it on the french cleat, his back muscles strained against his shirt.

“Pass me the spirit level.”

I handed him the long ruler thing. “How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“What?” he asked, as he measured how level the cupboard was.

“Just an observation. You have commitment issues or something?”

“No issues at all. Just haven’t found the right one yet. Okay, this one is straight.” He got down from the kitchen counter and started rummaging through his toolbox.

“Sounds to me like you have issues. The only thing you don’t seem to have an issue with, is you fucking anything with a pulse.”

He looked up at me. That got his attention. Instead of looking pissed as I expected, he had that fucking stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face again. My nails dug into my palms. I don’t know why, but goddamn I wanted to punch him sometimes.

“The girls been talking about me? I’ll have you know that I have been a real gentleman. I haven’t bragged to anyone about my conquests.”

My brain ticked and come to think of it, it was more the girls talking about Jase than him saying anything indiscreet.

“Should let Katy know I’m back in town though, she’s fun to be around.”

“Katy is seeing someone,” I said. “So no, she’s off limits. Good thing too. You’re a walking STD.”

“Did Katy and everyone else tell you that I’m clean? I get tested and I always wear protection.”

“Christ. T-M-I.”

“You started it,” he smirked.

He grabbed a few tools and measured the next cupboard ready to be hung up. The tension was thick in the air.

“C’mon, out with it,” he said, not looking up.

“What?”

“You obviously got a stick up your arse. So you might as well get it out now. Fucking been dealing with your shitty attitude for years.”

“I don’t have a shitty attitude!”

“Jess, you had a fucking problem with me from the first day you met me.”

“Maybe you’re the type of guy that rubs people up the wrong way.”

“Maybe you’re just jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

He stood and closed the gap between us. It was so sudden, I had my back against the wall before I realised what happened. I wasn’t scared of Jase. He annoyed me, but I never felt like he was the pushy type.

“Jealous. Of your friends. I reckon, the truth is you can’t deal with the fact that I slept with your friends. One, it’s not your fucking business. That’s between me and them. Two, get over it. You got yourself a fella and you wished you had a turn with me too.”

“Fuck off, like I’d want to touch that diseased rod of yours.”

“You know, you have a fit body. Shame about that mouth of yours. Doubt you’re any good in bed. Poor Sam.”

“Fuck you,” I spat. “You wish you could have a piece of this. I see the way you look at me. You might have muscles — which, by the way, I assume is all so you can inflate that ego of yours even further — but I reckon you’re a bit of a billy two-pumps. All… Fucking… Show.”

We were so close I could smell the intoxicating mixture of sawdust and his male musk. He’d been at it all morning and worked up a little bit of a sweat. I couldn’t deny that I quite liked the smell of a working man.

“Why don’t we find out?” Jase said suddenly. He grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me close to him, forcing his lips against mine. God, I hated him. It was like years of pent up frustration was released all at once and came bubbling out in the most fucked up way possible. I was livid. Blood was boiling in my veins. The fucking audacity he had to think he could touch me.

And then there was shame. Shame at myself because I found myself kissing him back, getting sucked into his pace.

Guilt welled up in me like a spear, and I shoved Jase away.

“Fuck, you’re such a fucking bastard,” I spat.

I don’t know why, but I just whaled on him. I threw my hands haphazardly at him, hitting his chest. I wasn’t thinking, just seeing red and pissed off at him — and myself if I was honest. Then a glancing slap struck him on the face.

Before I knew it, he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.

“Quit it. I don’t fucking touch you, you don’t fucking touch me,” he growled. He was so close, our noses were practically touching. There was a simmering rage in his eyes. Maybe I pushed him too far. Maybe I wanted to do that, prove to myself that he truly was a bastard. We just stood there, smelling each other’s breath and sweat. I was seething under my skin.

A switch flipped inside me.

I lunged at him, like a banshee. His eyes went wide, ready for me to attack him. But I didn’t.

I jumped onto him, clamping my legs around his waist, clinging my arms around his neck and back.

Then I kissed him.

It made no fucking sense. I hated him so much, my blood boiled. My mind couldn’t process it but my body… It was as if there was this inexplicable animal magnetism between us, and the more we kissed, the more it bled out of my pores.

Jase slammed me back against the wall, holding me this time. The force was so great, the back of my head bounced against the plasterboard, and I bit down on his lip.

Liquid iron slaked my tongue and Jase seemed unfazed from the wound.

My back secure against the wall, his hands roamed my body, greedily grabbing my breasts. I groaned against his touch, my nipples hard under my cami, grazing against his palms.

There was a shift in weight as he let my feet touch the floor.

His thumbs hooked over the band of my leggings and yanked them down along with my panties. I felt a thick band of my own excitement come down with them…

“Fuck, what are you doing,” I rasped, my breathing turning ragged.

But he ignored me, letting my feet touch the floor.

Then he dropped down and buried his face between my legs.

“Fuck!”

His nose brushed through my patch of hair, his tongue delving past my inflamed lips, and snaking its way into me.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. Shame and pleasure coursed through me in equal measure. I hated his guts, but there was something intoxicating about him between my legs like this, his stubble rough against my thighs and him devouring my juices. And the goddamn noises he made as he did so. He sounded like a starving man given a buffet…

I hooked one leg over his shoulder, digging my heel into his back. I think he got the message because he drove his face harder into my core, his tongue snaking a little bit more into me.

I ran my fingers into his hair, which was brown, short and curly. He grunted as my fingers curled and I yanked. I didn’t know why I wanted to do that. It felt so wrong, yet I felt the urge to do it, so I did. He didn’t seem to mind, not that I cared if he did.

Then his mouth covered my clit and my legs turned to jelly.

“Shit,” I cursed, bracing myself against the wall. “Shit.”

His enthusiasm was driving me to the edge — he was relentless as his fat tongue swirled around my sensitive little nub, the noises coming out of his mouth were animal. If I didn’t know any better, he almost sounded like he was the one getting the most pleasure out of this.

I shut my eyes and the back of my head braced against the wall.

Then something hard entered me. It was leathery, coarse and rough and it slid into my pussy with no resistance at all.

I looked down and his mouth was still over my clit, sucking and teasing. He had a finger in me.

A million nerves in me fired away, turning into molten gold as his finger explored me, curling and rubbing against a spot that not even Sam had found.

“Ah, fuck,” I moaned. “You fucking bastard..!”

My body tensed and shivered as I climaxed against his mouth. My thighs tensed and relaxed and tensed again as his mouth carried on drawing more orgasms out of me.

Eventually, he let off and I collapsed on the floor, my legs completely turned to mush. Jase stood until my face was level with his crotch.

Christ, he was pitching a tent in his work trousers…

He unzipped himself, fishing out his dick. It was bigger and thicker than I imagined. Sometimes, the girls got a bit tipsy and joked about Jason’s oversized tool. I obviously couldn’t join in with the fun, but it did make me curious as to how big he actually was.

“Suck it,” he growled, pushing the hard member right up against my face.

“Fuck off,” I spat.

His hand tangled into my hair and he yanked up, pulling my face until it grazed his plum shaped tip. The thick heady scent of his arousal went right up my nose, intoxicating me.

“I know you want to, you can’t keep your eyes off of it,” he said, grinning with that stupid fucking look that always seemed to piss me off. “I can fuck right off if you want. I’ll just have a wank and get on with my day.”

He grabbed his shaft and guided his dick, smearing precum all over my lips, making me whimper.

Fuck, I couldn’t help myself. The tip my tongue delved out and tasted his precum. A low, sluttish noise escaped my throat as my tastebuds tingled with this salty sweet extract.

Sensing my resistance waning, he pushed forth, easing his bulb into my mouth. I stared daggers at him, looking at his face, a twisted contortion of smugness and pure pleasure. I couldn’t help myself either. Although I came moments ago, the very act of having his cock in my mouth made me wet all over again.

I felt like a slut. It was like my tongue was moving on its own, running up and down the underside of his shaft, kissing and swirling the tip of his sensitive head. Watching him squirm and his face twist in pleasure was addicting as hell…

His cock twitched in my mouth and I knew he was ready to cum.

“Cum, you bastard, get this over with.”

Instead of shooting his load, he simply smirked. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted me up by the arms.

“W-what are you doing?”

“We’re not done yet.”

Like a ragdoll, he tossed me over the kitchen counter. Tools scattered everywhere, some spilling over to the floor. My tits mashed against the cold granite counter top.

His strong hands hefted up my thighs and I felt his boot sweep my legs wide.

“I always wanted to do this,” Jase growled into my ear.

Oh God, he intended to fuck me!

I turned my head in time to see his hand come down and slap me on the buttock. The pain was sharp and blinding and made me wince. The sound of his hand against soft flesh was like thunder coursing through the house. I worried a neighbour might hear the commotion.

“Jase…”

His hand smacked me again, making me yelp. “Fuckin’ hell. Bet this is what you wanted all along. Gotta admit, it feels so fucking good doing this. You always looked like you needed a good spanking.”

He did it again for good measure, but this time his hand stroked the area in soft circular motions.

My mind was conflicted. I can’t believe another man other than my husband was spanking me… Not that Sam was the spanking type. He was always so loving and tender. Jase though… He was all hard edges and rough and made me feel so fucking degraded…

So, why then did it excite me so much?

He spanked me again, this time not as hard. I found myself relishing the blow, the anticipation. His hand soothed me, and then drifted under and cupped my pussy.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“You’re dripping wet. I knew you liked that sort of thing. Wound up bitch like you. I knew you liked being tossed around a little.”

“S-shut up,” I groaned, trying not to think about his hand on me. It was so casual, it was almost obscene. He was stroking and cupping, not minding at all that his hand was soaked in my juices.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“No, wait.”

His cock was hard against my ass. I felt it nestled between my buttocks, precum leaking onto my cheeks. Did spanking me get me this worked up?

“What’s wrong,” he asked, now gripping his shaft and casually rubbed his tip against my painfully swollen lips.

I licked my lips, silently begging him to just shove it in. I needed to feel his fat cock fill me up. “Nothing,” I snapped. “You know you can’t do this, right? You’re fucking Sam over.”

He edged forward maybe an inch, his crown parting my lips and kissing the entrance to my pussy. I hissed inwardly, my hands gripping the edge of the counter top.

“You’re right. But at the same time, I feel like it’s my duty to teach his bitch of a wife a lesson, seeing as he can’t seem to keep you under control.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

He leaned over, his weight heavy on my back and his dick buried itself into me a few more inches. I felt my pussy tremble around his girth.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you very well,” he grunted. His tone was staggered and laboured. Maybe my pussy was too much for him too.

“God, you’re annoying. Shut up and fuck me already.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned.

His nails dug into my hips and he drove himself forward, while pulling me back at the same time, impaling me onto him.

“Fuck..!” I cried out as his cock filled me. It was just a feeling of absolute fullness and my body convulsed as I had an mini orgasm right there. After my head cleared a little, I realised I was letting him fuck me raw.

“I seriously hate you,” he groaned, relishing the feeling of being inside me. “But goddamn, you’re tight. You don’t get it often then.”

“I hate you too,” I hissed. “Fuck me, you bastard.”

He made a sound that was filled with need and satisfaction. It pissed me off that he got what he wanted, yet at the same time it scratched an itch that was there, right under my skin for all these years.

He thrust in and out, driving his cock deep inside me. Every thrust slammed my legs against the table, drawing a shameless moan out of me. I was a hot, sweaty, gasping mess of a woman, but it felt fucking perfect.

His movements became more urgent, and I knew he was close.

“P-pull out,” I groaned.

“I want to cum in you. I need it.”

“W-why?”

“Can’t explain it. I just fucking need to do it to you especially. Fill you with my seed.”

I bit my lip. I totally got it even though I didn’t understand why. My body craved it too.

He fucked me harder, and I stopped protesting. Maybe he sensed it from my moans. Sensed how much I wanted it too.

“I’m going to cum,” he cried out.

“Cum..!”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my scalp as he yanked my hair so tight, my head arced backwards. Then his calloused, leathery hand squeezed my neck. Not so hard as to choke me, but enough that I definitely felt the pressure.

It was too much.

Never in my life had I felt so degraded and powerless before. His cock felt like it would explode at any moment, and his thrusts were getting erratic, trying to milk out as much pleasure as he could before he erupted.

I stood on the balls of my feet, pushing myself back more, letting him sink just that little bit deeper into me.

“Fuck!” he groaned.

His nails curled tight into my neck and he cried out.

I felt his cock swell inside me, blasting years of pent up resentment, right into me. Something triggered within me too, and I cried. Hot tears ran down my face and I climaxed, my pussy tight and quivering around his cock. I braced myself hard on the counter as my pussy greedily sucked in his cum. My entire body felt limp from the earth shattering orgasm I was forced to endure. My brain turned to mush and I blanked out a little.

He kept driving himself into me, as if he needed to push his lifeforce into me. In a way, that was true.

When he was finally spent, he eased himself out of me, letting a potent mixture of his cum and my juices leak out of me and down my leg. We were just there, weak and motionless. The room was quiet except for the sound of our laboured breathing.

“Fuck,” he finally said. “Fuck. That was something else.”

“I still fucking hate you,” I said.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he replied, smirking.

It felt like there was shift in our relationship. We haven’t resolved our differences, the raw resentment was still there. But something else too. Like a mask has been ripped off. No longer did we need to hide our raw feelings towards each other, but at the same time there was a dark attraction we felt for each other too.

It was dangerous. And addicting.

After this incident we started to hook up whenever my Sam was away. It was more or less like a hate-fuck for both of us. He tried to degrade me while I tried to demean his manhood. I know it was a strange, toxic chemistry we shared.