No, but you persevere.

You tell him about your lovely evening out and the nice men you met. You tell him about dancing with Pierre. You talk about how your dress rode up and everyone could see the tops of your stockings. You tell him about feeling Pierre's large bulge press against you. {If p_apt != 0} You get to the part where Pierre took you up to his apartment, sure you'll get a positive reaction from your husband when you tell him about your screaming orgasm under the stars. {endif} {if p_apt = 2} You even tell him all about sucking Pierre in the pool, including every sensual detail you can think of.{endif} None of it seems to do any good. Embarrassed, he says, 'well I kind just came. I, uh, saw movement in the car out front and I could see a little bit, like your head going down...'

'So when I ran into you just inside the door, you had just...?'

He nods, 'I accidentally bumped the light switch as I came. I really wish I hadn't done that, I wanted to see how far you'd go.'

You smile and shake your head at him, not without sympathy, then you reach into your nightstand and pull out a black vibrator trimmed in gold. It's a model with two motors, one in the thick, curved shaft, and one in the smaller nub. It's your favorite toy, the double stimulation often pushing you over the edge so fast.

You start to tell him about the blowjob. About the thickness of the cock and the bunched up foreskin, about the taste of Pierre's precum and how he moaned as you sucked him. As you tell your husband you start touching yourself with the vibrator. Soon you have it buried inside and your hips start lifting up and down as you moan. It's thick curved shaft fills you nicely, and the outer nub is nestled right against your clit. You've been waiting for this release, and it doesn't take long before the sensations overwhelm you. You writhe and cry out with your first orgasm of the evening. It's a good one, but you can already tell you're going to need more than just one.

You look over and see your husband watching you and stroking himself. He's rapidly approaching a full erection, but you're fully engaged at the moment and aren't planning on stopping. You keep stroking in and out, nice and slow, finding the right spots to feel good. You decide to start teasing your husband, since you know talking dirty excites you just as much as it does him.

'Do you think after I sucked Pierre I should've gone farther with him there in the car? Or do you think I should've invited him inside? Maybe I could say you were out of town, and you could hide in the closet and watch us together...'

You keep pleasuring yourself, taking longer this time, and building up to a bigger finish. Your husband is stroking faster now, and you can tell your words are having an affect.

'Do you think you'd like watching like that? I bet he's an amazing lover. And that cock! I've never even seen one that big, but i think i could fit it inside, but it would be such a tight fit!'

You let out a moan as your own pleasure builds, and you can see your husband is getting close too. His stroking is faster and you can hear his breathing with just a touch of rasp in his throat. You decide to push him over the edge.

'I bet he would make me cum. So. Hard. Over and over. Oh!' You're right on the edge now. 'Would you want to make love right after he left? I bet I wouldn't be able to.. ugh..' you moan loudly, then gasp out, 'feel you at all.' As you cascade over the edge of a wonderful orgasm.

After a moment of just breathing and coming down from the blissful high, you open you eyes and look over at the small puddle on you husband's belly. You smile and let out a little giggle. 'Thanks for the night out, love,' kissing him on the cheek.

You both get ready for bed and turn out the light. Your husband whispers, 'I love you, good night.' You reply, 'goodnight my love'.