He pushes you down on the couch.

He pushes you down on the couch and hooks your stockinged legs with his elbows, forcing your dress to ride up and leaving you exposed. You know he loves this position for the deepest penetration. You feel his weight push against you and he starts thrusting vigorously. For a few seconds you're a little confused, but then realization dawns on you. Your husband must be inside you. You expected to be sore, but instead you feel only the slightest hint of sensation. You ask, 'are you in?' and follow it up with 'are you hard?' not even trying to tease him, they're just honest questions that pop out before you think. He lets out a moan and thrusts harder and faster. You let out an incredulous chuckle, "Oh babe... I love you, but I can't feel anything."

He gasps out, 'I'm just glad this doesn't hurt you.'

'Okay baby, this is just for you. Just take your pleasure.' You tell him, patting his back. 'I already got mine tonight.'

You lay there patiently as he strokes in and out, and then decide a little more teasing might be needed.

'Is it too wet babe? He came so much in me.'

You get a moan in response.

'You know, he gave me his number. Do you think I should meet him again?'

'Maybe.' He gasps, 'Do you think you'd fuck him again?'

'Yes.' You answer without hesitation. 'But he felt really good. I've never felt sex like that. There was this fullness... I might get too used to that feeling. Then I don't know if you could make me cum anymore.' You say it so innocently and honestly, without the slightest hint of cruelty. The only response you get is your husband's moan. Suddenly he pulls out of you and drops your legs. He stands over you and strokes himself like he's going to cover you in ropes of cum, his cock glistening with what must be remnants from Pierre that were inside you. You pull up your dress to give him a clear space across your flat belly, so as not to get any semen on your dress. Instead of a torrential ejaculation you see a small pulse dribble out onto your abs, followed by some drops. It is his second load, after all. You're a little surprised he pulled out, but you don't mind. You wipe up the small spot while your husband sits down on the couch to regather himself. You stand up, still in your dress and stockings and heels, then lean down and give him a deep kiss. You start walking back toward the bedroom, making sure to put a little sway in your hips, because you know, just like the men at the bar, he's staring at your ass.

You get ready for bed and he joins you in a couple minutes. You both get into bed and you turn out the light on your nightstand. You really do appreciate this man encouraging you to seek out pleasure and enabling you to see where the night takes you. It's a form of freedom you never expected. In the dark room you hear him whisper, 'Good night, I love you.' You whisper back, 'I love you too. And thank you.'