I visited a black couple's home without revealing the wife's pregnancy

A smoldering desire ignited within me as I crossed the threshold of my friend's abode, my belly blooming with the promise of new life. My friend's wife, a voluptuous vision of allure, her curves accentuated by a tantalizing negligee, was more than eager to satiate my carnal cravings. As I surrendered to her passionate advances, I was treated to an oral exploration of my most intimate regions, her skilled lips and tongue leaving me writhing in ecstasy. But the main event was yet to come. My friend, a man of impressive endowments, joined our intimate encounter, his massive member taking center stage. Our bodies entwined in a symphony of pleasure, his sizeable member finding its home in the depths of my yearning hole, my moans echoing through the room as he reveled in the pleasure of our shared encounter. This was no ordinary tryst, but a testament to the primal urges that drive us all, a celebration of the raw, unbridled passion that defines our existence.