Michelle, her mind still racing with the night's lesbian escapades, finds herself on her back, her husband's head between her legs. His tongue is relentless, exploring every inch of her pussy, his fingers stretching her, preparing her. He fits a third finger inside her, curling upwards, hitting that sweet spot that makes her buck against him. She can feel her orgasm building, her husband's mouth and fingers working in perfect sync. He looks up at her, his chin glistening with her juices, and she comes undone, her body convulsing as she screams his name.