Birthday Surprise

Damon kisses his wife hard on the mouth, tongue pushing past her lips, and slips the silk blindfold over her eyes before she can ask questions. He wants this night carved into her memory for good. Her old girlfriend waits just outside the bedroom door, heart knocking against her ribs like she’s sixteen again and about to do something filthy. Damon steps aside, taps her shoulder, and the other woman slides into the bed. Smooth palms trace up his wife’s bare thighs. A warm tongue traces the underside of her breast before closing around the nipple. She gasps, legs twitching, then the stranger nips, sucks again, and slips lower. Fingernails drag across her stomach. Two different mouths now taking turns, one rougher, one softer. The second mouth dives between her thighs and starts licking hard, quick strokes across her clit. She moans like a live wire, hips bucking, reaches down and finds another woman’s hair tangled in her fingers. The blindfold comes off in a frantic pull. There’s just enough moonlight to show her grin, wet lips shining, and her husband already pushing his cock between them, feeding it into the wet, open mouth waiting beside his wife. They work him together, tongues sliding along the shaft, spit dripping down his balls. He grabs fistfuls of hair and guides the two eager faces until all three are a tangle of limbs. He fucks his wife slow and deep while the old friend rides her face, thighs shaking every time her tongue pushes up. Sweat beads on skin, the sheets pull tight, someone laughs and it turns straight into a groan. He pulls out, switches places, lets the friend grind down on his cock while his wife straddles the other woman’s mouth and watches the way she moans into the slick. Legs locked. Bodies slick. The night drags on in pulses and thrust and low curses until nothing in the room exists except heat, wet sound, and the taste of each other.