At dinner that night I kept looking at him and wanting to touch him, even just to tickle his neck, I wanted him to know that I was there and what I was thinking about. The people we were with couldn't really tell anything was different except maybe when I would look at my husband and smile secretly as I licked my lips, letting him know that I was remembering how he tasted earlier. That I was thinking about him inside my mouth and wanting him to be there again. I felt so different, all I wanted to do was go home and explore with him this side of me that I had hidden for so long, but that night it was not to be. We ended up getting home very late and even though I was so very horny, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, leaving me very unsatisfied, only able to have sex with my husband in my dreams that night.
The next morning I woke up and the first thing I did was go brush my teeth, he wasn't even awake yet and I was planning how I would wake him up, give him the fantasy he'd always wanted. Creeping back into the bedroom I was saddened to see he had already awakened and was flipping through the channels as he normally did on a Saturday morning. At first I just sat there next to him and pouted, upset I didn't get my way, but then thought better of that and I took the remote from him and turned the TV off. He pouted, but stopped when he realized I had put the remote away and just looked at me in surprise as I moved over top of him and took the covers off him. He was wearing boxers as he does every night and I grabbed the waistband of them and pulled. He lifted his hips, not even asking me what I was doing, maybe afraid to say anything lest I stop. I had no plans on stopping though, I wanted to feel him inside me, and I wanted to be well and truly fucked.