"I’m surprised you don’t like it: a long, thick tube that goes in your mouth?" My husband chuckled as he puffed on his cigar. God knows why he’d dragged me to this cigar shop, but I did have to admit he looked hot sitting around with a handful of other men enjoying their treasured relaxation. They laughed along with him as he teased me, but I could tell there was something more.
He smiled at me and put his work laptop aside as he said, “You know, the other day my buddies and I were chatting about you.” I glanced around the room and felt a twinge of panic at the look of anticipation on each man’s face. My husband unzipped his fly and fished out that familiar, fat cock I’d learned to love—and to swallow—as he continued, “There’s only one thing missing, and I told the boys you’d be happy to help them out. Care to demonstrate?”
The guys cheered him on as I sank to my knees between my husband’s powerful thighs. It was a little embarrassing, but I’d never seen a prouder look on his face. A look that said he knew without a doubt that he had the best “wife” of the group. And before we left, his buddies would know it too.