Oh man, last night… I still feel it everywhere. My husband’s birthday, Maxime, turned 32. I wanted it epic, you know? Planned this surprise with my bestie Lucia. She’s 26, all curves and fire—long dark hair, those full lips, tits that spill out of anything. We’ve flirted forever, shared secrets about how bad we crave the wild stuff. I texted her: « Come over. Make his night unforgettable. » She showed up in this tight red dress, no bra, nipples poking through. Smelled like vanilla and heat.
Maxime’s chilling on the couch, beer in hand, clueless. I blindfold him—silk tie from our drawer—giggling as I lead him to the bedroom. « Trust me, babe, » I whisper, my breath hot on his neck. Lucia’s behind me, her hand brushing my ass. Heart pounding. I push him down on the bed, sheets crisp and cool. « Happy birthday, » I say, voice husky. Then her lips on his ear: « We’re both here for you, Maxime. »
He freezes, then groans deep. « What the fuck? Lucia? » Blindfold stays on. I kiss him hard, tongue sliding in, tasting his surprise—salty beer and him. Lucia joins, her mouth on his neck, sucking soft. Wet pops echo. I yank his shirt off, nails scraping his chest hair. Smell of his cologne mixes with her perfume, dizzying. She unzips him slow, zipper teeth rasping. His cock springs out, thick, veiny, already leaking pre-cum. Shiny tip. I wrap my hand around it—hot, pulsing, skin velvet over steel.
« Feel that? » Lucia purrs, her fingers joining mine, stroking together. Slow twists. He bucks, moaning low: « Shit, girls… this real? » We laugh, breathy. I climb on, straddling his face—no panties, my pussy dripping wet. Grind down slow. His tongue dives in, flat and hungry, lapping my folds. Juicy sounds, slurps filling the room. Tastes myself on his chin later—musky, sweet. Lucia’s sucking him now, head bobbing. Gagging wet, spit trailing down his balls. « Mmm, so big, » she mumbles around him, cheeks hollowing.
I ride his face harder, clit throbbing against his nose. Hips rolling, thighs squeezing his head. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling salty. « Eat me, baby, » I gasp. Lucia pops off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cockhead. « Your turn, » she says to me. We switch. I take him deep—throat relaxing, gagging reflex fighting. He smells earthy, tastes precum bitter-salty. She sits on his face now, her ass cheeks spread wide. « Tongue my ass too, » she begs. He does, rimming her puckered hole, her moans vibrating through us.
Bed creaking. I mount him reverse cowgirl, pussy stretching around his girth—burning full, walls clenching. Bounce slow, then slam. Wet smacks, skin slapping. Lucia kisses me over his chest, tongues tangling sloppy, her nipples hard against mine. Pinch them—rubbery, begging. « Fuck me too, » Maxime growls, hands gripping our hips. We flip: him on top of me missionary, pounding deep. Balls slapping my ass, rhythmic thuds. Lucia behind him, fingering his ass while licking his shaft on backstrokes. « Push deeper, » she urges.
Tension builds. My orgasm hits first—waves crashing, pussy spasming, squirting hot on his cock. « Coming… fuck! » I cry. He flips Lucia doggy, railing her. Her tits swing, I suck them—milky skin, nipples pebbled. She comes screaming, body shaking, juices soaking sheets. Maxime pulls out, we kneel. Stroke him frantic. « Give it to us, » I beg. Ropes of cum—thick, warm, ropes hitting our tongues, faces. Pearly, sticky. We kiss, swapping it, swallowing with moans.
Collapsed after, tangled sweaty limbs. His cum drying crusty on our skin. Smells of sex heavy—pussy, cum, sweat. « Best gift ever, » he pants, blindfold off finally. Lucia grins: « Anytime. » God, my body’s still buzzing. Pussy sore, delicious ache. Can’t wait for next time.