Deny and tease him.

You stop him in his tracks, 'I'm too sore for that babe. You have no idea how hung that man was. Let me show you.' You push your husband a step back, then walk past him into your bedroom. He follows right behind you and closes a locks the door behind him. The kids could be up any minute, so it's best to take precautions. You let you dress slip from your shoulders and turn to face your husband, then slide your thong down your legs. You stand upright and open your legs slightly, letting your husband see your pink labia peaking out beneath your trim little landing strip, still noticeably raw and puffy from all the activity last night. Your husband's eyebrows raise slightly, and you see his dick bounce with a throb of excitement.

'I'm sorry I didn't let you know what was happening last night. Are you sure you want to hear about it?'

He nods and then steps up to you and kisses you with intensity. His erection pokes you just below your belly button and you push him away.

'Sorry love, but I really can't right now. Here.' You pick your lacy black thong off the floor and step to the nightstand to pull out the lube he got a few months back. It's thick and white and creamy and looks just like semen. At the time you thought it was a little odd, compared to the normal clear lube, but at some point as he revealed more of his fantasies to you it started making sense. You apply a little to the gusset of the thong, then shrug and add another healthy dollop, smiling mischievously at your husband as you say 'to make it more realistic.'

You hand him the lacy thong as you both sit on the bed and recline against the headboard. 'Sorry I don't have the real thing, but we already had a shower this morning.' He immediately wraps your little undergarments around himself and starts stroking. 'Well, I'm sure there's some still inside me,' you muse a little absentmindedly, 'but it's definitely too deep to come out now.'

Your husband responds with a muttered, 'Ohhh. Mm.' under his breath as he lifts his hips to really give it to your panties. It's funny how easily you both fall into your roles. The awkwardness you expected coming in from your first night out isn't there at all. All that dirty talk and role-play over the past weeks and months was actually rehearsal, and you both know exactly what your part is. Except this time it's for real, and much more exciting.

You start telling him about your evening, going as slowly as you dare with the impending threat of a small child rattling your doorknob. You tell him about the bar and how you could sense men checking you out at you walked in. You tell him about meeting Isaac, the sexy bartender and Pierre shortly after. You tell him about {if i_enc = 1}going up on the roof with Isaac. You focus on the things your husband will care about, like the size and shape of Isaac's cock and how good it felt. Not the nice evening weather or relaxing atmosphere, just the intensity of your orgasms and how good the sex was. {endif}{if p_apt != 0} the time you spent outside on Pierre's apartment deck and how magnificent his cock was. You tell him about the thick foreskin that your husband is missing, knowing how he feels a little inadequate because of it. {endif} You don't even get to tell him about the fun you had inside Pierre's apartment because you can see he's right on the cusp already.

'Ohh, is your little guy cumming already? No wonder I had to go find a better lover last night.' This is all familiar roleplay territory for the two of you, but this time you really are being honest. You pause and smile, 'And {if i_enc = 1} they were {else} he was{endif} much better. {if i_enc = 1} Your husband blinks up at you when you say 'they', surprise on his face. {endif} 'I honestly have never cum that hard. Or sooo many times.' That's all it takes and there's a grunt along with some frantic stroking as he unloads into your underwear. As he's still cumming you let out a little laugh and pat him on the chest, 'nice job honey. Let me know when I can call Pierre again, please.' He groans, and you're pretty sure you just prolonged his orgasm for a couple more seconds.

At that moment there's a rattle at the door and you quickly hop out of bed and throw on a nightgown. You glance back at your husband, red in the face and disoriented from his not-quite finished orgasm as he throws the comforter over his lap. That's going to have to go in the wash... You open the door and your wonderful children greet you. 'Mommy!' they shout, excited that you're home. You step out to make them some breakfast, leaving your husband to clean himself up.