You palm it off to Miranda

"Well actually, Miranda's plate arrived before mind."

No one denies the accusation, and Kathy seems to back you up. "Yeah, hers got here first."

"Oh whoops. My bad."

"It's cool."

"Okay then Miranda. I want you to suck my cock on the way home."

"You sure my plate arrived first?" Miranda says.

"Yeah." You shrug. Deep down this is what you wanted. Right now, nothing could make you harder than the thought of your wife with your best friend.

"Well in that case, I think Cucky can drive us two." Your heart skips a beat upon hearing your wife call you 'Cucky'. Now she knows exactly what you want.

"Perfect."

After breakfast, Matt follows the two of you to your car. After a deep breath, you get into the backseat. By the time you have your seatbeat on, your best friend already has his cock out. You glance into the rear-view mirror as he pulls your wife in for a deep, passionate kiss. Next, he grabs her long brown hair and looks her in the eyes. "You ready to suck the cock that was up your ass last night, slut?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Get to it."

As your wife starts sucking on Matt's cock, he says "C'mon John, let's get going."

You start the engine and drive off. For all the way back, the car is filled with the sounds of your wife's sucking and slurping, and Matt's pleasured moans. You do your best to keep your eyes on the road, exchanging the occasional glance with the rear view, seeing the smile as he fucked your wife's throat with vigor. He's not just getting a blowjob, he's using your wife as if she's his own personal whore.

When you pull up in the driveway, your wife looks to Matt and says "You still haven't cum yet."

"I know."

"How do you want to finish me off?"