Use your oral skills.

You frown wistfully, one hand wrapped around Pierre's shaft, looking at the small condom sitting on top of his bulbous head. You're not mad at your husband for being average-sized, but you're definitely adding some extra-large condoms to your bag next time. Damn I needed this right now! you think. You hope your husband is ready to fulfill his duty when you go inside, otherwise you might need to take a long bath, just you and your favorite toy.

Regardless, you decide between yourself and Pierre at least one of you should go home satisfied. You toss the little condom to the side and lean back over wrapping your lips around his head once more, wishing you had a hard cock inside you. You try to rub yourself under your dress, but the position it too awkward, plus there's plenty of room on Pierre's shaft for both your hands. His cock hasn't softened a bit and is still wonderfully solid. You love how he responds to your mouth, twitching and throbbing and letting out little moans. You slow down and tease, enjoying how much control you have, and how this man won't be going soft on you as you play with him using your masterful oral skills. You pop your lips of the edge of his head and swirl your tongue around, then press down as far as you car, feeling him filling your throat as his solid shaft stretches your jaw. You work the muscles in your throat and he groans in response, then you start moving just a little up and down, trying to give pleasure to every surface that's in your mouth. He places his hand on the back of your head, just barely adding pressure that pushes you down on each thrust. Fairly quickly you have him right back where he was before, flexing his hips and letting out little grunts. He's right on the edge and you can taste his precum once more.

You don't slow down or relent, you keep sucking and stroking until you hear him start to grunt out, 'oh fuck, I'm going to cum'. He's polite enough to warn you but it doesn't change a thing. You keep your mouth wrapped firmly around his thick shaft when you feel the first blast hit the back of your throat, then subsequently fill your mouth. It's warm and salty and even a little sweet and very slippery. He cums heavily {if p_apt = 2}, which surprises you given how recently he came{endif}, and despite your best efforts at swallowing it all, some leaks back out. Even after you pull off, a last slow stream shoots across your cheek and lips.

You're just sitting back up when a light goes on inside your house and you suddenly remember where you are. You're flustered and panic a little, telling Pierre you have to go, then you jumping out of the car while trying to wipe your face. You run inside, right into the arms of your husband. 'Oh, you're home! I thought I heard a noise. How was your night out?' He asks. You smile, hoping you don't look too disheveled and say, 'it was really nice'. He leans in and kisses you deeply, and you wonder if he can taste Pierre on your lips still. Not knowing how he'd react to that, you think you might leave out that part when you tell him about your relaxing night out. The two of you head to the bedroom to reconnect.

As worked up as you are you decide to take control. Normally your husband would take the initiative, but this time you push him down on the bed as soon as you get to the bedroom and pull his sweatpants and boxers off in one go. You're disappointed to see he's not fully hard, but determined to persevere, you put your legs on either side of him and start to rub your panty-clad mound on him. You lean over and whisper in his ear, 'I really need a Hard. Cock. Babe. I need it inside me right now.' It still doesn't have the desired effect of causing an instant throbbing erection, which is a little surprising. 'Wait, did you... Do anything while I was out?' He looks embarrassed, and you start to put it together. You smile down at him, 'did it make you horny, thinking of me out there tonight? Thinking of other guys looking at me? Hitting on me?' He gives a nod, 'It was hours babe, sorry. I was getting so uncomfortable I had to take care of it.'

'Well how can we get the little guy reinvigorated?' you ask, making sure to emphasize 'little' just a touch.

'Why don't we just talk, and maybe you can tell me about your night?' he says. You know pressuring him can be a turn-off, so you decide to be a little patient. Though if he really wore himself out, you are going to have to take matters into your own hands.