"Something smells delicious," he said as he walked through the door, briefcase in hand.

When my husband walked in through the door after work, I had food ready, the table made, and I was dressed in a sexy gown for him.

"Mmm... what's the special occasion?" he asked with a grin, setting his case down and pulling me close for a kiss.

"YOU... You are the special occasion," I told him, kissing him back. "I made your favorites: steak with steamed carrots and green beans, mashed potatoes, baked mac and cheese, and warm buns with melted butter on top. And for dessert, I made your favorite, Molten Chocolate Cake."

I even pulled out and set the table with our fine china plates, special occasion gold-rim glasses, fancy gold-plated utensils, and flickering candles casting a warm glow, and my husband stood there, his eyes taking in the intimate scene before him.

"Everything looks so good. Let's dig in." I could hear his stomach rumble in anticipation.

I bit my bottom lip. "But first, before we eat, there's actually something I need to tell you."

"Can it wait until after dinner, sweetheart?” He sighed. “I'm starving."

"No…” I said quietly. “It can't."

"Alright then, out with it. What's on your mind?"

I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. Here we go… "Remember my high school boyfriend?

"Yeah... the black one?"

"Yup..." I said, thinking of how dark brown his skin was, but his dick was midnight black and huge.

"Captain of the football team?"

"Mmm-Hmmm..." I said as the thought of his washboard abs, muscular body, and... even his dick was ripped.

"The one who cheated on you with your best friend?"

Record scratch... “Yup. That’s the one."

I could read jealousy in his eyes, but he kept it in check. “What about him?”

"Well, I ran into him a couple of weeks ago and..." I said, changing the subject.

He cleared his throat. "And...?"

I bit my lips before I could continue. He looked at me. Even he knew what was coming. "...I've been fucking him," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

I could see his heart sinking, taking his face with it. I felt so bad, but the guilt was killing me, and I had to get it off my chest. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. I reached for him, and he jerked away.

"How long has this been going on?" he managed to get out.

"About three weeks ago," I said miserably.

"When was the last time you fucked him?"

My eyes filled with tears. "He just left. Right before you got home."

I did not expect what happened next to happen. Something must have snapped inside him. In a flash, he swept the dishes off the table, picked me up, and slammed me onto the surface. "Did he fuck you raw?" he growled, hiking up my dress.

“Yes…” I nodded mutely; my face flushed.

"Did he pull out?" he demanded, spreading my thighs.

"No," I whimpered. I could still feel his cum leaking out of me.

He pulled my panties to the side and buried his face in my pussy, lapping up my betrayal. "He's still fresh and leaking out of you."

"Mmm-Hmmm… @#$%^&*..." I babbled. Nothing I said made sense after that. I gasped and thrashed beneath him.

He didn’t care. He tongue-fucked me ruthlessly, chasing the remnants of my ex.

“Ahhh…” My arms flailing. I knocked the bread bowl off the table, trying to hold on. My hands scrabbling at his hair.

My husband is amazing at eating pussy. He gripped my thighs and held me down, devouring my pussy. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, and he lashed my clit, relentlessly driving me higher.

When I finally went limp, he stood up, wiping his mouth, and looked me straight in the eyes. Tears streak my face. "I'm sorry," I croaked.

He smirked grimly. "I know you are, baby. But here's the thing - I've been waiting a long time to hear you tell me this. That you've been fucking someone else. That you want me to eat another man's load out of your pussy."

My eyes went wide. "You… you're not angry? Upset?"

"Upset? Baby, I love you.” He shrugged. "Hey, you can go fuck whoever you want. As long as you come home to me and tell me all about it while I clean you up."

Relief and confusion warred across my face. "You… you're really okay with this?"

He pulled me off the table and into his arms. "I love you, no matter what. You're mine, always. And if sharing you with another man, even if only in this one way, makes you happy… then I'm more than okay with it."

He kissed me deeply, the mixed taste of my ex’ cum and mine still on his tongue. I clung to him, overjoyed. Things would be different now. But for better or worse, we'll face it together.

I continued fucking my ex, but I never told him that my husband knows and is ok with it. I think he likes the thrill of fucking me behind my husband's back.