Finish him.

You don't slow down or relent, you keep sucking and stroking until you hear him start to grunt out, 'oh fuck, I'm going to cum' he's polite enough to warn you{if p_apt = 2} just like before{endif} but it doesn't change a thing. You keep your mouth wrapped firmly around his thick shaft when you feel the first blast fill you mouth. It's warm and salty and even a little sweet. He cums heavily, {if p_apt = 2}surprsingly considering it his last orgasm wasn't so long ago,{endif}and despite your best efforts at swallowing it all some leaks back out. Even after you pull off a last slow stream shoots across your cheek and lips. You're just sitting back up when a light goes on inside your house and you suddenly remember where you are. You're flustered and panic a little, telling Pierre you have to go, then you jumping out of the car while trying to wipe your face. You run inside, right into the arms of your husband. 'Oh, you're home! I thought I heard a noise. How was your night out?' He asks. You smile, hoping you don't look too disheveled and say, 'it was really nice'. He leans in and kisses you deeply, and you wonder if he can taste Pierre on your lips still. Not knowing how he'd react to that, you think you might leave out that part when you tell him about your relaxing night out. The two of you head to the bedroom to reconnect.

As worked up as you are you decide to take control. Normally your husband would take the initiative, but this time you push him down on the bed as soon as you get to the bedroom and pull his sweatpants and boxers off in one go. You're disappointed to see he's not fully hard, but determined to persevere, you put your legs on either side of him and start to rub your panty-clad mound on him. You lean over and whisper in his ear, 'I really need a Hard. Cock. Babe. I need it inside me right now.' It still doesn't have the desired effect of causing an instant throbbing erection, which is a little surprising. 'Wait, did you... Do anything while I was out?' He looks embarrassed, and you start to put it together. You smile down at him, 'did it make you horny, thinking of me out there tonight? Thinking of other guys looking at me? Hitting on me?' He gives a nod, 'It was hours babe, sorry. I was getting so uncomfortable I had to take care of it.'

'Well how can we get the little guy reinvigorated?' you ask, making sure to emphasize 'little' just a touch.

'Why don't we just talk, and maybe you can tell me about your night?' he says. You know pressuring him can be a turn-off, so you decide to be a little patient. Though if he really wore himself out, you are going to have to take matters into your own hands.