In addition, I grab one of my vibrating eggs and rub it on my clit. I'll start slow and work myself up into such a frenzy that I'm rolling around on ...he bed fucking myself silly. Eventually, I'll quiet down, clean up, put on one of my sexy play outfits and lay in wait for my husband. On the nights he knows I'm waiting for him, he gets home as quick as he can. I can hear him come in the house and already my pussy starts to get wet again. He'll come upstairs in his uniform and I nearly tear. ...I look up and greet him as he walks through the door from work. He looks well-worn and hungry. “Dinner is almost ready,” I smile as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. Strength radiates from him and I automatically relax into his arms, feeling him do the same. “Great, I’m starving! How was your day?” He asks, bringing my hand to his lips then sitting in a chair at the table.“Mine was great. We got the Netflix movie in the mail! What do you want to drink?” I walk toward the cupboard. It was nice feeling in control as I sucked just a little harder and was rewarded by him grabbing my head and fucking my mouth. I wished he would go a little slower but he soon started to spurt and I let each gush flow over my tongue while I held as much as I could in my mouth. His thrusts became weaker and his cock softer. When he stopped he stepped back and his cock slid out of my mouth with a slight popping sound. I showed him my mouthful of cum and then swallowed it.I turned back to the. He was holding his newspaper in his right hand now and I realized that he did not seem to be taking the opportunity of using it to protect himself from my overture which could surely not have gone unnoticed. I moved in closer. Still with umbrella in my right hand and well-shielded from the crowd by his coat, I deliberately felt him with my fingers. By now, he was not so much hanging down his leg but pointing down across in front of it. As I explored downwards, however, he just seemed to get.