You say you really can't.

You really are too sore, but you don't want to completely deny your husband. You drop to your knees and start to take him in your mouth. Your jaw is a little sore too, but you don't have to suck him for very long. He pretty quickly pulls away and says, 'love, I wanted to hear about your evening, and we can't do that with your mouth full'. 'Not that full' you quip back with a teasing smile, 'you should've seen me earlier'. He sits on the couch and pulls you down next to him where you can wrap your hand around his shaft and stroke as you talk.

You tell him about the evening and the nice men you met. You tell him how you caught every eye in the bar, and how you and several men flirted. Then you notice him looking at your little thong lying on the floor. You pause to pick it up, looking at the mess of cum on the gusset, then wrap it around your husband's cock and keep stroking. He has to slow you down by gabbing your arm to stop from cumming too soon. {if p_apt != 0} You tell him about following Pierre up to his apartment and how sexy it felt being pleasured under the stars. You feel him twitch involuntarily and pause your stroking again. {endif} {if p_apt = 2} You stay still and start telling him about you and Pierre in the pool and sucking him off while he floated in the salty water. Your hand on his shaft starts squeezing rhythmically, keeping him close to the edge and you can see a bead a precum form on your husband's head.{endif} When you tell him the part in the car where his little condoms wouldn't fit Pierre he tries to stop you again, but it's too late. A stream of cum starts dribbling out and then he starts stroking himself a little frantically so his orgasm isn't ruined. You make a cute pout and say, 'Aw babe, I didn't even get to the big finish.' As he leans back gasping on the couch. You pat his leg, 'well I guess you already saw that part anyway.' You stand, still looking like a knockout in your dress and heels, and slowly saunter through the house into the bedroom. 'Coming to bed?' you call behind you.

You change and get ready for bed and your husband soon follows. You turn out the light and whisper, 'I love you, goodnight.' And he replies in kind.