She wants cum eaten out of her

Monica smiles shyly, “This one is really dirty, so don’t judge, but I’d really like someone to eat all this cum out of me.”

She has two loads inside her, and she wants someone to lick it out.

I turn to Joey. I am not in the mood to lick my cum, and I’m especially not in the mood to lick his cum. He’s a dirty guy. He might not have a problem doing that, especially since it’s a chance to pleasure my wife, which he seems to be really into.

He laughs, “Do not look at me!”

Shit. I can we can’t make my wife’s third fantasy come true. Unless…

I say to Joey, “This sounds like something your wife would do.”

He sort of shrugs and nods at the same time, “Yeah, sort of. But number one, does Monica want another licking her pussy.”

Monica answers for herself, “It would be really hot for your wife to lick your cum out of me. She can clean up the mess her husband made.”

He nervously smiles, “Yeah, but she doesn’t know that I fucked you tonight. Letting her know that will be a delicate situation. And you’re asking me to wake her up in the middle of the night, tell her I fucked another man’s wife, and that she needs to eat my cum out of her pussy. I don’t see how this is going to work.”

“Chandler will do it,” Monica says. “She loves Chandler. She’d do anything for him, even lick my cum filled pussy.”

Oh my god. My wife is so filthy tonight. Her fantasies have made her out-of-control.

“She’s not going to do it out of the kindness of her heart,” I say. “She's going to want something in return.”

“And you’ll pay the price,” Monica says. “Come on. Fulfill this final fantasy for me. If you do, I promise I’ll be such a slutty wife for you every night you want when we’re back home. I know you want that. We barely fuck. If you get Phoebe to do this, then we’ll fuck all the time!”

Oh my god, my wife is crazy. My friend’s cock has made her crazy: sneaking out and fucking him, teasing my best friend until he came all over a coffee table, having a threesome, and now this demand. She is fucking wild.

And I fucking love it.

“Fine,” I say. “I’ll go talk to Phoebe. Don’t let any cum drip out of you.”

“Don’t worry bro. If any falls out, I’ll fill her back up,” Joey claps me on the back.

Time to talk to his wife and convince her to eat out my wife.

Wish me luck.