Sex all night

“We could watch a movie,” Monica suggests.

“I’ll fall asleep so quickly,” Phoebe says. “Only one thing will keep me awake.” Her tongue subtly wets her lips.

“What is that,” Monica asks.

“Sex. I’m never too tired for sex,” Phoebe laughs. “If we’re having sex, I won’t fall asleep and die. Please save my life.”

“Oh my god. She may actually have a concussion,” Monica says, looking at me.

I look at Phoebe, “If you have a concussion, we probably shouldn’t have sex.” I’m talking to this drunk, horny woman like she’s my toddler.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll just have to be gentle and make sweet love to me,” Phoebe grabs my hand and brings it to her chest.

Monica rolls her eyes, “I’m done dealing with this. You did this to her. It’s your problem. I’m going back to bed. But I seriously don’t think you should let her fall asleep. Do whatever you need to do.”

Did my wife just tell me to fuck Phoebe all night to keep her awake?

She doesn’t explain any further. She just goes back into the bedroom.

Phoebe looks up at me. “See. If you let me fall asleep, you’re going to be in big trouble with your wife. So you need to keep me up all night, and the only way to do that is to fuck me constantly.” She grins so big her split lip starts bleeding again.

She’s not concussed. She still wants me to give her an orgasm. I sigh. I’ve been less excited for a night of sex.

I say, “You’re taking a shower and cleaning out that dirty pussy! That was so disgusting. I almost vomited at the taste.”

“Oh I love when you **** me,” Phoebe teases. “Just be thankful I didn’t make you lick my asshole.”

“I honestly wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. It was that bad,” I say. Fuck I need to brush my teeth and gurgle a bottle of mouth wash.

Phoebe finally notices that I’m serious. She frowns, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was that bad. I’ll clean up, and then will make it up to you. Please don’t be mad at me. Now I feel disgusting. No one likes a girl with a funky twat.”

“Yes. It was really that bad. It wasn’t enjoyable at all.”

She looks so pathetic. Swollen eye, busted lip, scrapes covering her little body. I can’t be too hard on her.

“But I’ll let you make it up to me, then I’ll forgive you and give you the orgasm you’ve been wanting.”