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**"Unexpected Guest"** The front door clicked open just as I finished pouring my second glass of wine. My wife, Lauren, stepped inside—but she wasn’t alone. Behind her stood a woman who commanded the room without saying a word. Tall, with smooth dark skin that gleamed under the hallway light, she wore a tight red dress that hugged every curve. Her hips swayed with each step, and the confident arch of her brows told me she knew exactly what she was doing here. "Babe, this is Naomi," Lauren said, her voice low and teasing. "We met at the club." Naomi’s lips curled into a smirk as her eyes raked over me. "Your wife’s been telling me all about you." Her voice was rich, dripping with promise. Lauren closed the distance between us, pressing her body against mine as she whispered, "Thought we could have some fun tonight." Naomi didn’t wait for an invitation. She stepped forward, her manicured nails trailing down my chest until her fingers hooked into my belt. "You gonna let me play with your husband, baby?" she asked Lauren, never breaking eye contact with me. Lauren’s answer was a hungry kiss against my neck. "Fuck yes." Naomi’s hand slid lower, her grip firm. "Good. Because I don’t like sharing." The air between us crackled—raw, electric, and already wet with anticipation.

Naomi’s smirk deepened as she turned her attention to Lauren, her fingers sliding from my belt to the hem of Lauren’s dress. With a slow, deliberate tug, she pulled the fabric up, exposing the smooth curve of Lauren’s thigh. Lauren exhaled sharply, her hips tilting toward Naomi’s touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” Naomi murmured, her other hand slipping around Lauren’s waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together—Naomi’s full breasts against Lauren’s, the heat between them undeniable. Lauren moaned softly as Naomi’s mouth found hers, their kiss deep and hungry, tongues sliding together. I watched, pulse hammering, as Naomi’s hands roamed Lauren’s body—cupping her ass, squeezing, then sliding up to tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Lauren arched into her, breathless, her fingers tangling in Naomi’s hair. “Fuck, you two—” I started, but Naomi cut me off with a glance over her shoulder. “Patience,” she purred, before turning back to Lauren and sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Lauren gasped, her hands dropping to Naomi’s hips, grinding against her. The wet sound of their kiss filled the room, and I could already see the dampness between Lauren’s thighs. Naomi’s fingers slipped under Lauren’s panties, her touch deliberate. “So fucking wet already,” she murmured against Lauren’s mouth. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” Lauren’s answer was a whimper as Naomi’s fingers circled her clit, teasing just enough to make her shake.

Lauren’s breath hitched as she pulled back from Naomi’s touch, her eyes dark with need. “Take her, babe,” she murmured, pushing Naomi toward me with a hungry grin. Naomi stumbled into my chest, her body warm and pliant against mine. She tilted her head up, lips parted, and I didn’t hesitate—I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting the sharp sweetness of her tongue. Her hands clawed at my shirt, yanking it open as Lauren watched, biting her own lip. “Fuck him like you mean it,” Lauren urged, her voice rough. Naomi didn’t need telling twice. She dropped to her knees, fingers making quick work of my belt. The second my cock sprang free, she wrapped her lips around me, taking me deep in one slick motion. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard. Lauren moaned behind us, her fingers slipping between her own thighs. “God, yes—just like that.” Naomi’s mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling as she worked me to the back of her throat. Every pull of her lips sent heat coiling tight in my gut. She glanced up, locking eyes with Lauren as she stroked what she couldn’t take, her fingers slick with spit. “You want him to fuck me next?” Naomi purred, pulling off just long enough to taunt. Lauren’s answer was a shuddering gasp. “No keep sucking him”

Lauren’s fingers dug into her own thighs, her breath ragged. “No—keep sucking him,” she demanded, her voice thick with want. Naomi smirked around my cock before diving back down, her lips sealing tight as she took me deep again. Her throat flexed against the head, and I groaned, hips jerking forward. She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue along the underside, then sucked hard, her fingers kneading my balls. Lauren whimpered, her own touch growing frantic between her legs. “Fuck, watching you—I can’t—” Naomi’s free hand reached back, grabbing Lauren’s wrist and dragging her fingers from her soaked pussy. “Taste yourself,” she ordered, pressing Lauren’s wet fingers against her own lips. Lauren moaned, sucking them clean, her eyes locked on Naomi’s mouth stretched around me. I could feel the pressure building, my cock throbbing in Naomi’s relentless rhythm. “Gonna come—” I warned, but she just hummed, her grip tightening. Lauren dropped to her knees beside her, kissing up Naomi’s neck. “Swallow every drop,” she whispered, biting her earlobe. Naomi’s eyes fluttered shut as she took me deeper, her throat working—and that was all it took. I came hard, pulsing down her throat as she milked me with slow, greedy swallows. Lauren’s hand slid between Naomi’s thighs, finding her dripping. “Now it’s your turn.”

Lauren’s fingers hooked under Naomi’s panties, and I watched, stunned, as she pulled out a thick, black strap-on. The harness hugged Naomi’s hips, the silicone cock glistening with her arousal. Naomi grinned, still on her knees, her lips swollen from sucking me off. “Surprise,” she purred, running a hand along the length. Lauren’s breath hitched as she stroked it, her eyes dark with hunger. “Thought you’d like a turn,” she murmured, gripping the base and guiding it toward me. I didn’t hesitate—I grabbed Naomi’s hips and pulled her forward, the head of the strap pressing against my lips. I licked a slow stripe up the shaft, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with silicone. Naomi moaned, her fingers tightening in my hair as I took her deep, throat working around the fake cock like it was real. Lauren watched, biting her lip, then slid behind Naomi, her hands gripping her waist. “Fuck his mouth,” she urged, grinding against Naomi’s ass. Naomi obeyed, rolling her hips, driving deeper with each thrust. My jaw stretched, spit slicking the length as she picked up speed. Lauren’s moans filled the air, her nails digging into Naomi’s skin as she rode the rhythm. “God, yes—” Lauren gasped, her own need obvious. “Make him choke on it.” Naomi’s thrusts turned ruthless, the slap of skin echoing as she fucked my face. I groaned around her, eyes watering but refusing to pull away—not when Lauren’s hands were already sliding between Naomi’s thighs, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “You’re both so fucking perfect,” Lauren breathed, her voice wrecked.

Naomi’s grip tightened in my hair as she pulled the strap-on from my mouth with a wet pop. Lauren’s hands slid possessively over Naomi’s hips, guiding her toward me as I sprawled back on the bed. “You heard him,” Lauren murmured, nipping at Naomi’s shoulder. “Make him your bitch.” Naomi’s smirk was wicked as she lined the slick head up against my ass, pressing in slow. The stretch burned—just enough to make my breath hitch—before she bottomed out with a rough thrust. “Fuck—” I groaned, arching into it as she pulled back and slammed home again. Lauren climbed onto the bed beside us, her fingers circling her clit while she watched Naomi fuck me hard. “Look at you,” Lauren breathed, her thighs trembling. “Taking it like you were made for it.” Naomi’s pace turned punishing, her hips snapping forward with each deep stroke. The bed rocked beneath us, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Lauren’s moans grew louder, her fingers working faster. “God, I’m close—don’t stop—” Naomi reached over, grabbing Lauren’s wrist and dragging her fingers to my mouth. “Taste her,” she ordered, and I sucked Lauren’s slick fingers greedily, my moans vibrating around them. Lauren came with a sharp cry, her body shuddering as Naomi kept driving into me, relentless. “Now you,” she panted, gripping my hips. “Come for us.” The command was all it took—my orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsing untouched as Naomi fucked me through it, her thrusts never slowing.