Fast forward a few months, and we were sitting at our kitchen table negotiating whether I could quit my job. I was frustrated because I knew he'd never completely go for it. He was concerned about money but it was because he wanted too many things. I liked a simple life. I also knew he made plenty of money. "Maybe you could at least work half time?" Was always his response no matter how far down the path of financial stability we went.
Finally I laid out the benefits for him. "Mike, you'll have a stay at home wife who will take care of the house, take care of the children more regularly, and get into sexy shape!" That last part was me just fooling around but I noticed his eyebrows went up. "Ooooh I see you like that. Don't you want a hotwife? I will be in the best shape of my life!" As I said that, I reached under the table and felt his cock get hard under his sweatpants. He was not at all well endowed, but I did like to get him hard and it was easy.
I then unbuttoned my top and moved closer to him. He stared at my tits. I moved my hand under his sweatpants and moved my head to his ear and whispered: "and maybe I can do that special thing you like so much. I get hit on by men more than you know." I stayed there by his ear as I stroked him and within seconds he was shaking. He had cum right then! I pulled my cum soaked hand out of his pants and wiped them clean in his shirt. And that was when I knew I'd be free from my job soon.
I'll tell you this, though: it didn't happen overnight. I knew this turned him on so I started to cut off sex even more. Handjobs only, and even then he was a lucky man. But when we did have sex or a handjob, I whispered the same things. And before I climaxed I would always mention that what I really wanted was to be home. This was his path to getting us there. This went on for a few months, and I added some more spicy elements as well. That story will have to wait!