Cuckold Creampie Cleanup: Best Effortless Guide

So the cuckold creampie cleanup thing started as a joke between us, honestly, just a silly comment I made after a few glasses of wine, but then one night it actually happened and I still think about it way more than I probably should. We’d had this friend over, someone we both trust completely, and after he and my wife disappeared into the bedroom I just sat there in the living room with my heart pounding, listening to the muffled sounds through the wall, not jealous exactly but buzzing with this weird electric anticipation I couldn’t name. When she finally called me in, she was lying back on the pillows all flushed and glowing, thighs still parted, and she just looked at me and told me to come take care of things, calm and in charge in that voice that makes my brain go quiet. I crawled up between her legs and the smell hit me first, warm and salty and unmistakably him, and I hesitated for half a second before she put her hand on the back of my head and pressed me down. The taste was intense, thick and musky, and I licked slowly at first, then deeper, while she watched me with this soft satisfied smile and stroked my hair, whispering that I was being so good for her, and I lost track of everything else, just her quiet breathing and the wet warmth under my tongue until she finally shuddered and relaxed and pulled me up beside her.