On a 10+, Brian willingly complies, take +1 forward

You tell your husband Brian, "Now listen, you're gonna do exactly what I say."

"Sweetie-pie, how am I gonna resist?" he says, laughing.

With his leg in a cast and immobilized, there's not much he can do. You hover over his face, one stocking foot on the hospital bed on either side of his chest. He looks up your skirt to what's down there between your legs, naked and exposed with your panties tucked into his pillowcase.

"Eat me, honeybear," you say. "Eat me all up."

You settle back onto his face, his closely trimmed beard tickling a little on your lady parts.

"Mmph, mmph-hmph!" Brian agrees.

"Oooh, honeybear, it's been so long. Hurry, honey, we don't want the doctors to catch us like this."

"Mh-mhh."

You bend forward so you can caress your husband's weenie. It jumps in your hand. It's fascinating how alive it is all by itself, even if Brian isn't moving the rest of his body. You wonder how many girls Brian's little fellow has kept company with from the inside. Quite a few, you'll allow, but you'd rather not know the number.

"Hnnmmmmhh," Brian sighs from under you. But his tongue strokes start again, and you're the one sighing.

"Ahhhh, honeybear, so good. Yes, honey, lick me like that, just like that," you say. "Stay right there on me."