Take her home and go home

It takes about half an hour to drive Vanessa to her dorm building on the campus, and another twenty minutes to drive home. Your wife Laurel greets you with a kiss and a cocktail, and sniffs you, smiling.

"You've been fucking," she purrs, hugging you. "You know how I love the smell of other bitches on you. I have dinner being delivered, sit down and finish your drink and tell me about her. Was it Miss Muffin? Did you finally fuck that silly little twit?"

"No. Her friend. While she watched. And later her cousin."

"Ooooooo! Sounds delicious. Details, darling, details," she urges, snuggling next to you.

Sipping your drink and cuddling her, you recount the events of the evening while she listens and asks occasional questions. She interrupts once to answer the door and accept the delivery of dinner, but is otherwise anxious to hear all the details.

"Priceless, just priceless," she says when you come to then end. "Almost makes me wish I was still your secretary, although probably best not. You'd never let me get off your desk, you brute. You hardly did when I worked for you."

"You were the best secretary I ever fucked, Laurel."

"Of course I was. That's why you married me, you masterful beast. Now I hope you're not too exhausted, because you have one more bitch in need of attention." Grinning salaciously she unzips your pants and finds your cock, lowering her talented mouth onto it.