Private striptease

My boyfriend turned twenty-one yesterday. I wanted to surprise him, so I set up a private striptease in the living room. I started slow, peeling off my blouse while I locked eyes with him. The soft fabric slid down my arms and dropped to the floor, leaving my breasts bare and aching for his attention. I turned, rolling my hips as I eased the zipper on my skirt. The denim slipped over my curves and pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of it in just a tiny thong and heels, every inch of my smooth, young body on display. His stare told me he was already hard. That was my cue. I pulled out the thick dildo I had hidden behind a cushion and placed it on the coffee table right in front of him. I dropped to my knees, wet my lips, and wrapped my mouth around the toy, taking it deep while I watched him unbuckle his belt. I wanted to tease him, to show him exactly how I would ride his cock, so I slid my thong aside, positioned the dildo, and sank down on it with one long, wet slide. The toy stretched me, pushed into places only he had touched. My blonde hair spilled over my shoulders as I rocked my hips, riding the silicone length in slow, deliberate strokes. His breathing grew heavier. He reached for me, but I kept moving, pushing the toy deeper while I whispered filthy promises. Then I felt it—the first hot rush inside me, my pussy clenching around the dildo while I came. I moaned his name, legs shaking, and that was the moment the door opened. His brunette friend had come over early, and the sight stopped her cold. Her eyes flicked from the toy stretching my soaked cunt to the hard cock in my boyfriend’s fist. A slow smile crossed her lips. She set her purse down, peeled off her top, and joined us on the floor. Her dark hair brushed my thigh as she leaned in, licking my clit while I kept fucking the dildo. The night spun from there. Her tongue gave way to his cock, then her mouth joined mine on him. He bent me over the table, slid into my ass while I held the dildo inside my pussy, every thrust rocking me between the two. She spread herself beside me so I could taste her while he claimed every hole I offered. The line between striptease and full-on orgy blurred into sweat, skin, and the slick sounds of bodies chasing pleasure until we collapsed in a tangled heap on the rug.