Birthday Surprise

Damon wanted to give his wife a gift she’d feel between her legs for weeks. He blindfolded her, kissed her deep, and let the silence do the rest. One moment it was his hands. Next it was softer ones. Slower ones. Nail tips dragged across her collarbones, circled her nipples until they ached, then slid lower. Wet lips pressed right where her husband’s mouth should’ve been. She flinched. Someone was definitely not him. The air changed. Quiet breathing that wasn’t hers. Weight dipping onto the mattress. The second girl didn’t ask. She licked straight up between Maya’s thighs, tongue flat and greedy, while hands from behind—Damon’s—pinned her shoulders. Maya’s hips jerked, caught between wanting to know who and wanting more. Finger and tongue traded places, one sliding in, curling; the other pinching her clit until the denial cracked. Blindfold came off just long enough for Maya to see the girl’s mouth shining with her. Damon was already hard against Maya’s ass. He pushed inside with one long thrust, and the stranger climbed over Maya’s face, slick and open, grinding down until Maya’s tongue got busy too. Sweat. Tongues. Three bodies fighting for friction and winning. Damon's grip tightened around Maya’s waist while the girl rode her mouth. Nothing gentle left in any of them.