Make Mary Beg: 4 + 1 = 5, Miss

With Mary sitting beside you, you're able to lean over and nibble her ear.

"Oh honeybear, you're in a mood tonight!" she protests.

"I'm just filled with the spirit of love," you whisper to your wife. "And from the looks of his hard-on next to her blush and her tit-ons, so are our young guests."

You whisper a few more suggestions to Mary about ways to help celebrate Tom and Taylor's willing spirits tonight.

Make Her Beg: 4 + 1 = 5, Miss.

"Oh, Brian, you're certainly a caution tonight," Mary says, pushing you back. "Why don't you go wash the pie crumbs out of your beard. I'll tidy up and let our guests get comfy."

"All right, sweetie-pie," you tell her. You wash down the last of your decaf -- everyone had decaf -- and head on over to the hall bathroom to get the pie out of your beard, blot the pre-cum from your dickhead, and wash the traces of Taylor's wet climax off your hands and face.