**The Knock at the Door**

I heard the knock just as I was settling in for the night. My wife, Sarah, was eight months pregnant with our first child, and she’d gone to bed early, exhausted from the weight of her belly. I wasn’t expecting company, but when I opened the door, there she was—Monica, my wife’s best friend, standing there with a bottle of wine and a look in her eyes that said she wasn’t here to chat.

Monica was everything Sarah wasn’t—tall, athletic, with dark skin that glowed under the porch light. She was wearing a tight tank top that clung to her toned body, her nipples hard under the thin fabric. The way she bit her lip when she saw me told me this wasn’t just a random visit.

“Sarah’s asleep,” I said, stepping aside to let her in.

“I know,” she whispered, brushing past me, her ass swaying in those tiny shorts. The scent of her perfume hit me like a wave—sweet, musky, and undeniably sexual.

I closed the door behind her, my dick already twitching in my jeans. Monica turned to face me, pressing the wine bottle into my chest. “I thought we could have some fun before I give this to Sarah tomorrow.”

I didn’t need any more convincing. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, feeling her firm body against mine. She gasped as I kissed her, her tongue slipping into my mouth, hot and desperate. My hands slid up her tank top, pinching her nipples as she moaned into my lips.

“Fuck,” she breathed, grinding her hips against my growing bulge. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I spun her around and pushed her against the wall, yanking her shorts down. Her ass was perfect—round, tight, and just begging to be touched. I squeezed her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her wet pussy, already glistening with arousal.

“You’re so fucking ready,” I growled, sliding a finger into her. She was tight and warm, her cunt clenching around me as I pumped in and out.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” she whimpered, pushing her hips back. “I need your cock so bad.”

I unbuckled my pants, freeing my hard dick. Monica looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening at the sight. “God, you’re huge,” she moaned.

I slapped my cock against her ass before lining up with her entrance. With one rough thrust, I buried myself inside her. Monica cried out, her back arching as I filled her completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I started to fuck her hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with her choked moans as I pounded into her.

“Harder,” she begged, pressing her face into the wall. “I want to feel you fucking me raw.”

I obliged, slamming into her with deep, brutal strokes. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, her wetness coating my cock as I fucked her faster. I could feel her walls fluttering around me, getting tighter with every thrust.

“You gonna cum?” I grunted, slapping her ass.

“Yes, yes, fuck—I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her body trembling as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clenched around me so hard I nearly lost it, but I held on, flipping her around and lifting her onto the kitchen counter.

Monica wrapped her legs around my waist as I plunged back into her, her tight wetness swallowing me whole. She locked eyes with me, her lips parted in pleasure as I railed her.

“You like fucking me while your wife’s sleeping?” she teased, dragging her nails down my back.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, slamming into her harder. “Love filling this tight black pussy.”

Monica moaned, her head falling back as I pounded her relentlessly. I could feel my balls tightening, my release building fast.

“Cum inside me,” she whispered, squeezing my cock with her walls. “Breed me like you did Sarah.”

That was all it took. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep, shooting hot ropes of cum into her tight cunt. Monica whimpered, her body shuddering as she came again around me.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting, my dick still pulsing inside her. Then, slowly, I pulled out, watching my cum drip from her pussy.

Monica smirked, wiping herself with her fingers before sucking them clean. “Guess we’ll have to do this again before the baby comes.”

I nodded, still catching my breath. From upstairs, I heard Sarah shift in bed, completely unaware of what had just happened in her own home.

Monica kissed me deeply, then slid off the counter, pulling her shorts back up. “See you soon, daddy.”

And just like that, she was gone—leaving me hard all over again.