Unexpected Surprise

It was one of those chilly, damp Friday nights, the kind that  begs for a cozy escape indoors. I reached out to Meg,  suggesting an oyster night, something sensual and indulgent.  I made a stop at Whole Foods, picking up two dozen fresh  oysters before heading to her place. 

When she opened the door, her smile was as warm as the  soft, flowing nightgown that clung to her curves, her braids  cascading down her back, caressing her ass. “Hey girl, you ready?” I asked, feeling the anticipation of the evening ahead.  She laughed, a sweet sound, and welcomed me inside. As I  stepped into the kitchen to prep our meal, she poured us both  a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, a Tubi movie  playing in the background. 

The oysters were a labor of love, each one shucked with care,  and after a while, I finally slid them into the oven, setting the  timer for 25 minutes. Just as I wiped my hands, I heard the  door knob turn, and in walked her husband. His presence was  commanding, and he greeted Meg with a kiss before turning  his attention to me. “What are y’all up to?” he asked, a teasing  grin on his lips. “Girls’ night,” I replied, playfully reminding him  of his interruption. He just smirked and promised to stay out  our way, though the mischievous glint in his eye said  otherwise. 

He poured himself a drink, offering me some too. Dark liquor,  just the way I like it. As I explained our seafood menu, he  brushed past me, his hand grazing my ass. I turned, 

expecting an apology, but his silence spoke volumes. The  conversation drifted to date night ideas for Meg, and as I  scrolled through options on my phone, he leaned closer, his  voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone.  

“What do you enjoy”” 

The air between us thickened as he pressed himself against  me, his desire unmistakable. I glanced at Meg, but she was  engrossed in her movie, oblivious to the tension building in  the kitchen. His hands found my breasts, kneading them with  a hunger that made my breath catch. I reached back, feeling  his hardness, and as he kissed my neck, he turned me  around, claiming my lips with an intensity that left me  trembling. 

With Meg still lost in the movie, I let myself get lost in him. My  hand wrapped around the length of his dick, stroking him until  he was fully hard. I sank to my knees, taking him deep into my  

mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. He lifted me onto the  counter, pulling off my thong and diving between my legs, his  tongue teasing my clit. My body responded eagerly, dripping  wet, aching for more. 

He lifted me off the counter, bending me over it as he slid  inside me, slow and deliberate. My eyes were fixed on Meg,  wondering if she could sense what was happening just feet  away. But as quickened his pace, the world narrowed to the  sensation of him filling me completely. His breath was hot in  my ear as he whispered, “You like this dick?” I could only  moan in response, urging him to fuck me harder. With each thrust, he brought me closer to the edge until I felt the warm  rush of his release. 

The oven timer chimed, pulling us back to reality. He pulled up  his pants, and I took out the oysters, calling Meg over. She  joined us in the kitchen, her smile as she tasted the oysters  lighting up her face. “Damn girl, you enjoying those,” I teased,  but her eyes were on me, smoldering with something deeper.  “I’m about to enjoy you as well,” she murmured, her words  sending a shiver down my spine. 

With a seductive grace, she slipped off her nightgown, her  breasts exposed, inviting me in. “I told you before,” she  whispered, ” that pussy belongs to me. “And who was I to  argue? I craved her as much as she did me. I led her to the  couch, guiding her to straddle my face, her taste sweet and  familiar as I devoured her. She rode my tongue until she  came, her body quivering with pleasure. 

As she kissed me, I felt her husband’s presence behind us,  his dick hard again after watching us. He spread Meg’s legs,  sliding into her as I positioned myself above her, our bodies  entwined in a dance of lust. The sight of her being fucked only  heightened my own desire, and I ground my clit against her  tongue, driving us both to the brink. He switched positions,  taking her from behind until he spilled inside her once more. I  pressed my clit to hers, grinding us both into a shared climax  that left us trembling. 

Breathless, we eventually made our way back to the kitchen,  the night far from over….