He is risen!

You prop yourself up on one arm next to you and start teasing your fingers across his chest as you recount your evening. You start with the cute driver, then mention the hot bartender and how you instantly got his attention. You talk about his big muscles, hoping your husband doesn't get too self-conscious about his skinny arms and spare tire. You try to hit a note of teasing, showing what turns you on and what you find hot, without being overtly mean to the man you love. You start telling him about Pierre, describing his unique combination of sophisticated taste, and sexy laid back fun. When you describe how he showed you a good time dancing, and your bodies kept pressing and gyrating together you see your husband's penis move. Still not fully hard, but one step closer. You then tell about the kiss, and Pierre's large hands engulfing your waist, almost sliding down to caress your perfect rear. {if p_apt != 0} And then you tell him how Pierre took your hand and you followed him up to his pristine penthouse, and he made you orgasm with his mouth in the firelight. That really gets his attention, and you feel a hard, involuntary flex in his shaft, {endif}
{if p_apt = 2}You move on the the part of your evening where you were dressed in a sexy little bathing suit, one so revealing that you've never even worn around your husband. You tell him how you strutted across the pool deck and sank into the cool water. You tell how Pierre was across from you, and let his body float up, and how a large bulge breached the surface covered by swim trunks like some white whale. Moby Dick indeed... You slow down for fear of pushing your husband over the edge too soon, and decide to let go of him for a minute as you describe pulling Pierre's shorts down and the taking him in your mouth.{endif}

You can see him getting now, with his erection rigid enough to lift off his belly. You talk about the ride home and then kissing in the car, and how you leaned over and accidentally felt a large bulge. Your fingers dance across your husband's skin, grazing his belly, then flicking quickly across his right nipple. It's the sensitive one that always makes him cum if he's close at all. Your husband's erection gives a little twitch and you reach down to stroke it. It's actually not that small, a bit above average with a nice thick head, but you've noticed he likes it if you act like it isn't quite enough for you. You tell him, 'love, his cock {if p_apt = 2} is so amazing. It's long and thick. SO thick.{endif} {if p_apt < 2} felt sooo big under my hand. I just had to see it. So I unzipped him and God was it big. {endif}Like I thought you were kind of thick, but I couldn't even reach around Him.' Seeing how hard your husband is you realize you don't want to miss your window, so you quickly climb on top of him again, aiming his rigid member at your scorching sex, and lowering yourself down on him. It feels just as nice as you remember as you start to ride him. You sit upright and push out your chest with good posture, accentuating your breasts in their lacy black bra. You tell him, 'I just had to taste him {if p_apt = 2}again{endif} babe, so I leaned over and sucked on him. It made my jaw stretch just to take his head.'

Your husband is fucking you hard now, and he grabs you and pulls you down into a wet kiss. Your tongues twist together and his hands run down your sides, then come back up to grab the sides of your face. He lifts his face off yours and looks right into your eyes, saying, 'You are so fucking sexy.' His strokes change a little, becoming less frantic and hitting a different spot inside you, and then he takes a finger and rims it around your asshole. Very suddenly you're cumming hard. You cry out, 'Ohh, ohh, GODD' with a little squeal entering your voice. You collapse on him and catch your breath for a minute.

When you lift up again you realize he's still hard inside you. 'Did you...?' He smiles and shakes his head, slowly starting to stroke as deep as he can again. This time is slow love-making, with your faces close together. You cum again, not quite as intense, but still quite good. You're feeling so wet that you're pretty sure there isn't as much sensation for him anymore, and since he already came before you got home, he doesn't manage to finish. It almost makes you a little sad, but a larger part of you thinks it's hot that the only man you made cum tonight wasn't your husband. Maybe that could be something you do more, you think, would he like if I left him hanging sometime when he's all worked up?.

Leaving that thought for another day, you kiss him deeply, then both get ready for bed. You can feel him spoon against, his erect cock poking you and you smile to yourself. You turn out the light on your night stand and hear him whisper, 'I love you.' You say back to him, 'I love you too'.