Into the kitchen for some coffee

Your husband is making a pot of coffee. He looks handsome in the early light, and it doesn't hurt that he's down to his boxers.

He smiles at you when you step inside and offers you a cup. At the kitchen table he asks you questions about the work event, and you make up a vague but credible lie about how things went on for so long and you had to book a room at the last minute...

You notice his eyes stray down to your cleavage once or twice. At first you think you've been found out, but then you see his cock swelling through the thin fabric.

“Baby,” you say taking his hand, “thanks for watching the kids last night.”

“Hey, it's nothing, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hand again and looks you in the eye. Another quick glance down your dress.

“No, really. It means a lot to me. And I want to thank you...” Your hand strays beneath the kitchen table. He hisses when you trace the outline of his hard penis through his boxers. “With a present.”