We staggered home, had a couple more drinks and went up to bed around 2am. My husband was laid on his back and I undressed at the side of him, hoping he would not go straight to sleep. I knew he was watching me remove my clothing and I hoped his cock would be hard enough for me to use after all the alchohol he'd consumed.
I slid into bed at the side of him and scraped his chest with my nails and tugged gently at his chest hair. My hand strayed to his cock a couple of times but it remained soft. I wrapped my right hand around his flaccid dick and whispered in his ear - "I've been a naughty girl tonight. I've been coming on to a guy in the pub. Would you like me to tell you what I've been doing?" This had the effect that I was hoping for as my guy started to stiffen and grow in my hand. I told him everything. From the initial eye contact and smiles, through the passing of my number to him and finally the text that I'd received.
I mounted my husband's rock solid length. He told me off in a playful way, pointing out that I was wet through because I wanted to fuck a stranger. We both exploded within minutes. It turned us on so much that we'd forgotten about our friends in the other bedroom!
I put my head on my lovely husband's chest and breathed out heavily "Don't worry my love", he said "we both know you want this guys cock inside you so let's find a way to make it happen."