Ride him.

You step out of the bathroom, turn down the lights, and quickly walk over to your husband. You put a leg astride him, then guide him inside as you descend on his length. Normally there's at least a little resistance, but this time you can barely feel a thing. He says, 'oh God you're wet', and scrambling for a reply you say, 'I'm... just so excited,' then thinking fast you add, 'but I must've used too much of that lube you like when I was in the bathroom.' It's one that actually has the look and texture of cum, so that's actually a pretty convenient lie. 'Oh, I thought for a second maybe you'd found a guy and liked his cock so much you didn't even stop him from cumming inside you.' He groans as he says it, clearly turning himself on. It's what has become very normal dirty talk for you two, but this time it's a little too close to the truth. You tell him, 'oh, would you like that? This is all for you tonight, but maybe we can build up to that.' You're not quite sure why you don't want to come clean. Maybe it's because things are already moving pretty fast, and you don't want to tell your husband that you slept with another man on your first night out.

You start telling him about your evening, accompanied by very sloppy wet sounds coming from between your bodies. It's not unpleasant for you, but you know you're not going to get an orgasm from this. Your husband, on the other hand, is already twitching and panting like he's going to explode at any second. You make sure to moan and gasp too, just to keep things moving along. He clearly believes it, saying, 'you acted like you wouldn't be so turned on by going out like this, but I can tell by how wet you are you loved it. God you're so fucking sexy.'

You smile involuntarily at him as you ride, because you did really enjoy it, just not the way he thinks. Every part of the story gets him closer, the casual flirting, the dancing and kissing, he even has to stop when you describe Pierre's large bulge pressing against you.

{If p_apt != 0} You start to tell him about what went on in Pierre's apartment and that does it. {else} You describe the events in the car up to exposing and touching Pierre's beautiful cock and that does it. {endif}He writhes under you and you feel warm flooding you for the second time tonight. You stay on top of him, bodies pressed together as you finish your story, ending with walking in the front door.

You slide off of him, noticing the large mess that had formed between you. Deciding that commenting on it will help allay any suspicions you say, 'wow honey, I've never seem you cum so much.' You both go and get cleaned up again, then hop back into bed. You lean over and kiss him goodnight, them stay snuggled against his warm body.

The next morning you remember you need to wash your thong before he finds it. Your husband is in the bathroom for awhile that morning, but then he has to leave to make his tee time. He keeps making innuendo filled jokes in front of the kids that you roll your eyes at, then he gives you a long kiss goodbye when he goes. Clearly there's some carryover in sexual energy from last night. Then you finally get a chance to go into the bathroom and hide the evidence. You dig the little lacy scrap of fabric out from where you hid it under the sink and find they feel warm. You unfold and find sticky, fresh cum all over them. That's interesting you think, filing it away for the next time you get to explore.