I'm sure you've heard the old saying "if you want to make your husband happy, when he walks in the door give him a sandwich unless he has a hard on and in that case give him a playjob first" Well we had been going thru some troubles with bills backing up and him being on short time he was really on edge and hard to live with. I would ask him how things went that day and he'd just snap! I heard a comic tell about the sandwichs and playjobs and he said don't ask him a playing thing and don't say a word, just be a good wife and he'll be happy and talk to you later. Well I wasn't wearing lingerie but I was dressed better than normal I'd change into sweats or something after work and I had cold beer in the fridge and steak sandwiches ready....and a handy baseball bat if the above didn't work! When he came in he tripped comming up the steps and cussed comming in the door. I waited a moment in the kitchen before stepping in the living room. He looked up and noticed the outfit and waited for me to say something, I just walked back into the kitchen and got a couple of cold ones and walked back in and sat down beside him.

I still had my mouth shut and so did he. I was surprised when he didn't even say thanks for the beer.

After a couple of drinks he did manage a thanks.

There was no bulge in his pants so I got up and got his sandwich and served it to him and sat down beside him and picked up my beer and just smiled at him. Halfway through his meal he started looking at me like he was trying to figure out what I wanted...I just rubbed his thigh and smiled.

As he finished his beer I got up and got another and took his empty plate back to the kitchen. Still no talking, I couldn't believe it but I was starting to think there was something to this shit. I waited till he was about halfway through his second beer and I went in and pretended to do some picking up and made sure I bent over in front of him a couple of times and came back in and asked if he wanted another beer.

He just looked a little surprised and said yes, please. I liked the please. When I brought it to him I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder and then rubbed his leg again.

Now there was begining to be a hard on as I rubbed higher up his leg.

I rubbed his length a minute and then pulled it out and started to suck it very slowly. I tried to make it last as long as I could, stopping to toy his balls and kiss the head.

I did manage to make it last 4 or 5 minutes before he started to breathe heavy I stopped a minute and pulled his pants all the way off and took off his shoes too.

I toyed his balls and the inside of his thighs and went back to working on his length.

As he got closer I put his hand on the back of my head. I don't really like it but I know he does and after all this was all for him.

It didn't last long after that before he started playing me in the mouth and I allowed it this time, I was getting into it, being his slut you might say.

I was gagging a little but I could take it. I felt him tense and shoot a flood of cum down my throat, I choked it down and swallowed it all. I gently sucked him dry then got my beer and walked away. I continued this kind of servitude for about 4 or 5 days and it started to make a difference in how we were getting along. He was a much better husband, more attentive lover, and even considerate of my mom! I will suck his length each and every day for the rest of my life. I am VERY happy and more satisfied in bed than ever before. Believe it or not this is 100 true.