Birthday Surprise

Damon blindfolds his wife the second she steps in the door, telling her to wait on the bed with nothing on. She laughs, game for whatever he’s planned, feet dangling over the edge. He slips out. The old friend slips in—quiet, barefoot, already stripped down to skin. She starts at the toes, running her tongue along the arch, sucking each toe slow, letting saliva drip warm between them. Hands glide up smooth calves, press into soft thighs. The wife sighs, spreads a little wider, still thinking it’s Damon’s mouth. Fingers part her. A tongue replaces them, flicking, then pressing flat, licking long and steady until she’s wet and twitching. Damon watches from the doorway, already hard, waiting for the moment the blindfold comes off. When the wife finally realizes there are two mouths, two sets of hands, her breath catches hard. She rips the silk away. Her old girlfriend grins up from between her legs, lips shiny. Damon steps in, cock heavy in his fist. The friend shifts to one side; they take turns licking him, trading sloppy kisses around the head, trading spit down the shaft. Blonde hair brushes his thigh as she takes him deep, cheeks hollowed. The wife joins, licking the base while the other girl works the tip. He pulls out at the edge, thick ropes shooting across both their tongues and chins, dripping onto the wife’s bare chest. The friend leans in, licks a stripe clean, then kisses her—cum shared between them, wet and warm.