I'm so pissed that I hadn't heard about this sooner.

What the fuck.

How long has this been a thing, and no one told me about it?!

How long have you deprived my husband and I of this?

The years of evenings WASTED of just WATCHING movies together on date nights. Or just like when we have like 5 minutes to kill at home.

Calm down, calm down... ooh... I am so tilted...

So, I read about this thing online called "cock warming", and it is exactly my shit.

Basically, it's just keeping your guy's cock hot and hard by putting it in a hole of your choice. And that's it. Technically not sex, but very sexy.

Obviously, you know which hole I choose. The option for it to turn sexy and messy is always there, but if he's like "okay time's up," I'd be like, "Yes, sir. No problem, sir." Because I'd got what I needed, and he gets to not have me pester him about it.

Also, can you imagine just how much time we'd have been able to spend together, without getting in each other's way? Like he'd be at his desk, putting together or painting his little soldiers or toy ships, or just doing whatever, right? Meanwhile, I'd be under it, with his cock in my throat, sniffing on his man scent, some drool and maybe a little pre-cum leaking out the corner of my lips, scrolling on my phone, like the two of us have just won at life. Can you tell me that that isn't romantic as fuck?

Now I know you're going to tell me that we already do something like that already, but this and that are WAY different, okay? What we do when my husband comes home from outstation work, is for us to reconnect and find our zen together again. This? This is how we would have been showing each other love whenever we had a quick minute. And, if I'm being completely honest, how our relationship could have been more interesting.

Imagine this. We're out, just the two of us, at dinner or something, and the table at the booth has that big tablecloth that blocks everything. We order; I discreetly slip under the table, unzip his pants, and just pop it in. My husband can keep his face normal, because nothing is really happening to him. And when the food shows up, he double taps me on the head, I climb back up, we carry on like I didn't just have his cock in my mouth, have a nice dinner, and go home. Maybe something happens on the drive back. Who knows? That would be so much fun and a great little secret between us.

You know what? Fuck it. That's exactly what we're going to do. I'm going to go tell my husband, including what I'll be doing under there so that he isn't surprised, and then the call the sitter if they're free to come over next weekend.