“Baby,” I whispered softly in my husband’s ear. It was early..

“Baby,” I whispered softly in my husband’s ear. It was early on a Saturday morning, and Scott was firmly engaged in blissfull slumber. As hard as he works, i normally let him sleep in on weekends. But this particular morning was different. This morning I needed him conscious - or perhaps it’s more appropriate to say that i needed his mouth to be conscious. “Baby, i need you to wake up sweetheart. We need to talk,” I gently cooed as he began to stir. The lids of my husband’s eyes fluttered as he began to wake. He rolled from his side and slowly repositioned to a slight recline against the headboard. “What’s up?,” he asked groggily, the sleep slowly beginning to dissipate. “sweetie, Im so fucking excited I barely slept a wink last night,” I responded with appropriate urgency. “I was literally texting Travis until 3 fucking a.m.” Texting my favorite bull into the wee hours wasn’t necessarily that uncommon of an event, but this time was decidedly different. We weren’t just sexting like normal. To the contrary … Travis had big news. And now it was time to share it with my sweet and devoted husband. “Okay,” Scott replied with a slightly hesitant inquisitiveness, “Don’t wake my ass up at 7 on a Saturday and keep me in suspense. What the fuck’s going on? Is he coming to town or something?” “Well… sort of” I replied, barely able to conceal the true scope of my excitement. “I’ll fill you in on all the details in a second, I promise sweetie, but first i need you to feel something.” Positioning myself astride my husband, I grabbed one of his hands and guided it to the gusset of my gray cotton thong. To say I was wet would have been a massive understatement. The truth is, my cunt was literally swollen and oozing with need. And with Travis’s very thick and veiny ten inches still a three and a half hour plane ride away, what it needed at this precise point in time was my husband’s uber-talented mouth. Literally dripping with arousal, I positioned myself across Scott’s face and lowered my cunt to his mouth. A jolt of electricity lit my cerebral cortex as the tip of my husband’s tongue landed its first contact on my exposed clitoris, already swollen to twice its normal size and throbbing for release. “Baby,” i said struggling to maintain a modicum of composure, “i don’t want you to freak out - so you absolutely have to promise me that you won’t.” My husband’s muffled acquiescence sent another wave of pleasure cascading across the expanse of my being. “Fuuuuuck,” I reflexively moaned. “This is soooooooo what I needed.” Through sheer f0rce of will, I steeled myself to deliver the proclamation that would forever alter the course of our wonderful life together. “Baby, Travis is getting transferred to his Company’s office here in Chicago. Isn’t that the best news ever?” I exclaimed, desperately trying to elicit the same level of enthusiasm from my husband’s oral ministrations. Clearly agitated at the news, Scott immediately began to wriggle out from beneath me. “Ugggg,” I thought to myself in a combination of disappointment and irritation. While his immediate reaction to my pronouncement was most definitely to my dismay, it also wasn’t entirely to my surprise. The relationship between Scott and Travis was, to put it simply, complicated. You see, Travis didnt just fuck me way better than Scott. No, he stretched my welcoming vagina in a way that made it difficult to determine exactly where it was that I ended and he began. The most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced in my entire life have been with the tip of Travis’s massive penis lodged in the mouth of my very womb - a depth that my sweet husband quite frankly isnt capable of even achieving. And Travis wasn’t just a man for whom my thighs parted reflexively. He took full ownership of me. And never more so than when Scott was present to watch - which was the circumstance that Travis actually preferred. Because Travis absolutely loved to rub his ownership in my husband’s face. And while two or three times a year was narrowly within my husband’s tolerance bandwidth, here he was - faced with the cold hard reality of my alpha bull actually becoming a fixture of our everyday lives. But if my husband had any rational objections to his new predicament, I most certainly wouldn’t be allowing him to voice them until the evidence of my much-needed orgasm glistened across his whiskers. So, clearly resisting his efforts to remove himself from his current situation, i ground my aching cunt into his face and told him that he needed to be a good boy now and let his sexy hotwife tell him everything that her and her gorgeous bull had been texting about all night. It was only fair, after all, that he heard me out entirely.