When I arrived home Mike was already there. I opened the door and jumped in to his arms. I told him how much I loved him and then I told him about Marcus. As I told him I could feel his dick growing hard. We both agreed to have a few drinks to process everything. I assured him I had no feelings for Marcus other than pure sexual lust, and that I'd never do anything again if he didn't want me to.
We were sitting on our living room couch. As soon as I told him all of this he put his drink down and got on his knees and under my dress. I spread my legs and he went down on my hard. His tongue flicked all around my clit and when my hand pushed his head toward me he even entered my pussy with his tongue. I can't describe how amazing it felt after having Marcus and his thickness inside of me. I came in only a few minutes. Laying there, panting, I said "ok, now it's your turn...". But when I looked down he was holding cum in his hand. He had masturbated while eating me out and I hadn't realized it. I felt relieved, because I was sore from Marcus. We then took showers and got the kids and had dinner as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
The next few weeks were a mix of emotions but Mike seemed to be completely fine. He wanted to be sure I had no other feelings for Marcus and I assured him of this a few times. Then one night I asked him if I could quit my job. We poured over our finances and went through all the details in the following days. And finally, as we lay together in bed, I reached over and started to stroke his dick under his boxers.
"So? Have you decided yet?" I asked.
"Yes and I think we can do it. I do have one tiny request though." And he smiled.
"Oooh? And what would that be?" I stroked him faster.