As hot as the little incident on Friday was, it wasn’t witho..

As hot as the little incident on Friday was, it wasn’t without consequence. The cold shoulder treatment from my husband lasted until yesterday afternoon. Until, that is, I took the high road and sneaked into the shower with him after he’d finished doing some work in the yard. As I stepped between him and warm cascading water, he stared at me with a stern look that said “what the fuck are you doing here?” I didn’t say a word. I just soaped my hands up thoroughly and started gently sudsing up his balls and penis. When I felt that my efforts were starting to have the desired effect, I broke the silence. “So..... about yesterday,” I cooed as I felt his penis twitch at just the mention of it. “In retrospect, I can see why you might be a little upset with me, but Sanja is really the one you should be upset with. She’s the one who put the whole thing into my impressionable little mind. And you obviously know how I get when a gorgeous y0ung bull needs his big cock sucked.” My quasi-apology was clearly pushing hubby’s buttons. “You married a woman who loves making sexy y0ung guys cum. It’s in my DNA. And maybe I shouldn’t be blowing Raef at your office. I totally acknowledge that. And I get that it’s embarrassing for you. That everyone probably knows I was on my knees sucking your asshole boss off.” I kept stroking his now thoroughly firm erection. “But look at how it affects you, baby.” We both looked down at his hard on. “You probably love that I love sucking big dick more than I actually love sucking it,” I laughed, knowing full well there was no truth to that assertion whatsoever. But he moaned out loud as I said it. “So I’m going to keep sucking his dick for him, baby.” The tone in my voice took on a stern quality at this point. “And, if I’m being honest, probably way more than that. If people know, they know. Now, for the absolute last fucking time, who the fuck cares what other people think?” And then I brought my apology speech to a risky close. “I want the world to know that I’m a cock sucking slut, baby. And that you’re my sweet, indulging husband. So I think you need to get with the fucking program.” And right on cue, my husband came all over my stomach. I didn’t even rinse off. I just kissed him sweetly on his cheek, as if to say “now that’s a good boy.” And then I left.