Just before the main event, we received an invitation to a Christmas party. We enjoyed several drinks and I decided to tease my husband. I mentioned that I was going for a dance with someone who had been watching me all evening. I stood up, turned towards him with a smile, and walked away.
I started dancing with this man while continuing to glance over at my husband, laughing and flashing the little finger sign. When I sat down, I told him that when he danced close enough, I could feel his large cock pressing against my thigh. Later on, I got up again for another dance with the same guy, still keeping an eye on my husband as he just sat there.
The man had to leave eventually, but rather than returning to my husband immediately, I devised a plan. I went into the restroom and messed up my hair while smudging my lipstick. As I walked back toward our table, I saw my husband looking around until his eyes landed on me. I looked down at the floor with a self-satisfied smile. Sitting back down, I pretended to be slightly breathless when he asked where in hell I had been for forty-five minutes.
I replied, “Do you really have to ask?”
Then I told him to be a good boy and fetch me a drink so I could get rid of that salty taste.:D I pulled out my makeup bag, took out the lipstick and powder, and touched up my appearance.
He returned with my drink and asked, “You didn’t go with him, did you?” I said yes and added that he would need to give me a thorough cleaning with his tongue when we get home.:D
It was pretty clear once we finally arrived home that I hadn’t actually been with the other guy, but my husband kept asking if I had. Naturally, I insisted it happened and told him to accept it and stop questioning me. A woman has her needs, after all, and that thing locked up between your legs is good for no one—not even you.