“Five!” Imani’s husband yelled.
With his sneakers propped on the counter behind him, his rolling pin flattened the dough on the island countertop with each makeshift push up. Flour caked his muscled forearms.
“Andre!”
“What, baby?” He dropped to his feet, tossing an arm around Imani and rustling her wild curls. “See, this is called time management. Working out and baking. Whassup?”
She shook her head. The corners of her lips twitched up as she raised an eyebrow at Samantha.
Heat bloomed through her body, her friend’s expression bringing back a slew of kinky memories. I love surprises.
Turning, Imani’s hands slipped under Andre’s shirt and pushed up, revealing his ripped abs.
“Whoa, baby. You forget your friend over there?”
“No worries.” Giggling, Sam yanked off her tank. “You shouldn’t be topless alone.”
His gaze locked onto her breasts. “The fuck’s going on?”
“I seen you looking at other women. You think I mind. I don’t. Neither does Sam. Long as you’re with me.” Imani stripped off his top, then hers.
Samantha licked her lips. Stepped forward, tits to Imani’s back. Circling her body, she squeezed her friend’s breasts. Hard nipples scraped her palm. “Been a long time for me and our girl, Dre. Don’t turn this down.”
He glanced between them as his wife shoved down his khakis. “Imani, baby. This really okay with you?”
Popping her shorts’ button, Samantha pushed them and her panties to the floor. Slipped her arms around her friend’s waist and did the same for her. Biting her lip, she splayed one hand across Imani’s taut stomach. The other over her bare mound.
“Oh fuck.” Andre’s eyes were on her movement.
“That’s it, baby.” Imani’s fingers wrapped around her husband’s thickening cock.
Sam brushed her friend’s clit, felt her body tremble with a gasp. “I love your wife’s sweet pussy. I love her slick heat gripping me when she cums.”
“Fuck.”
“I’ve missed it since you’ve come along. But today we get to play.” She licked her lips, stroking Imani’s clit faster as she watched precum ooze over the crown of his cock. “Your dick might be worth tasting too.”
“Go have a seat, baby,” Imani whispered.
As Andre made his way to the table, Samantha turned her friend around. Gazed into her midnight eyes. “I’ve missed you like this.”
“You too. Grab the sugar. Let’s do lines.” Pecking her cheek, she turned away to tend to her husband.
Samantha winced. Us. Yeah, definitely over. Probably just as well. Considering.
When she got to the table, Imani was licking Andre’s chocolate thighs. Samantha dusted sugar over the glistening saliva trails, gazing at her best friend’s tongue. Putting the sugar to the side, she joined her between his legs.