Suck him.

You step out of the bathroom and turn the lights down, ostensibly to set the mood, but mostly to conceal that you've been fully and deeply satisfied by another man. You crawl across the bed to your husband, who is now watching you a little warily, and take his still hard manhood into your mouth. You suck vigorously at first and stroke him firmly with your hand, then you pop your mouth off to talk dirty to him. You notice a faint salty taste of cum, maybe just some precum? you wonder.

'Did you have a nice night, thinking about your wife flirting with other men?'

He murmurs agreement and you give him another suck, then start telling him about the bar and the men you met. You tell him about dancing and grinding with Pierre, and how you kissed. {If p_apt != 0} You tell him all about Pierre's lovely apartment and how he gave you so much pleasure with his mouth. {endif} {if p_apt = 2} You tell him about the pool and aucking Pierre off in graphic detail, making sure to push all the right buttons your husband usually keys in on, like how much bigger and better another man is. {endif} You get to the ride home and tell him about kissing and sucking Pieere in the car, making sure to mention his veiny, girthy cock and how it filled your mouth. Surprisingly, this doesn't elicit much response. You're pretty shocked, but without anything else to add you say, 'and then I came in.'

You keep stroking him because he's still rock hard. If anything, you think he just got a little harder. Then he asks you, 'are you sure that's it? You didn't skip anything? '

'Yeah that's it babe. Did you want me to do more? Should i have invited him inside?'

'Maybe. Do you think you could've fucked him?'

'Oh, uh, i don't think so. That would be too far right? Or would you like that? Me giving my body to another man?'

With that your husband starts cumming, and groans out, 'Ohhh, Yesss!' And you think he might be answering your last question. It's a rather small load that spills over your hand as you jerk him. After he's done you give him a quick kiss, but he grabs you and kisses you long and hard. You forget that he is a good kisser when he takes the time to be.

You get off the bed to go wash your hand and change for bed. He heads into the bathroom as you put on your nightgown, and you suddenly remember you never locked the front door. You walk out and lock it, then peer at the blinds on the window to the left. They're slightly askew, so you straighten then, but your foot hits something wet on the floor. Wet and sticky. You bend down and find a small puddle. You touch it between to fingers, being it to your nose and smell it's slightly pungent odor, then taste it to confirm. It's definitely cum. So your husband did watch you with Pierre, and knew everything. And what made him cum aat the end was... you lying to him? Concealing what you'd done? You file that information away, then return to the bedroom. You lie down next to your husband and whisper, 'good night love. Thank you.' Here whispers back, 'good nught. I love you.'