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It was my first weekend off in 3 months. Recently my company had assigned me to a huge project. Between the weekends with family obligations and some last minute assignments, I was looking forward to the peace and quiet. I shipped the kids off to grandma's and prepared to do nothing.
I was relaxing in the living room when the doorbell rang. My husband came bounding down the stairs to open the door. I heard voices coming my way. I wondered who it could be, then thought, dammit, I look like a slob.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not bad to look at. I'm 35 years old, 5'5" 135, I keep myself fairly toned and I have pretty hair, but at that point I had no make up on, I was wearing a white ribbed wifebeater, a pair of loose workout shorts that I pulled off my bedroom floor, and my hair was barely brushed.
My husband walked in the room with 4 guys. I knew 2 were guys he worked with. I did not know the other 2. I felt embarrassed when they walked in. I was not expecting anyone. I was not dressed for anyone, and I did not want anyone there.
I looked up and said hi. I realized I had to stand up. I stood up and looking quizzically at my husband and went to get introduced. I had no idea why they were here. I was actually a little pissed that they were.
As I stood up I saw all the guys look at me. Ok, I realized I was seriously being checked out. It was kind of creepy. Then I realized I was not wearing a bra and my thin wife beater clung tightly to every curve. I am maybe a 36C but all of that 36C was on display. My shirt stopped above my navel and my shorts started 2" below showing a good expanse of belly. Now, I was even more pissed. I really could not run and cover myself and I still had no idea why they were here. Wryly, I realized the good news is no one noticed my lack of make up.
My husband just said, "Hi babe, did not see you there. The guys came over to watch the game."
In my mind I was strangling him. This was my only do nothing day for the next few weeks. I did not want to "do nothing" with his friends, especially guys I really did not know.
Instead of strangling him, I held out my hand and introduced myself. The 2 guys I had met before were Bob and Paul, both worked with my husband. They were average looking guys, both in their 30s. Nothing great, nothing bad. I seemed to remembered Paul was married. The other 2 I had not met. They were from out of town. They were on the same team as my husband and they were working on a project together.
One was Gary, kind of the same mold, cute nothing special. The last guy was Tom. Tom was older. I found out later he was 45. It was obvious he was the leader in the group. You could tell just by the way they all looked expectantly at me as he was introduced. I don't know what reaction they expected. Maybe I was supposed to genuflect? He was tall, handsome, and had a great smile. He did not ogle me like the other 3. He did give me an appreciative look and then stayed with my eyes. If I had not been so mad at my husband, I would have enjoyed meeting this man.
Since I was mad at my husband, I was not enjoying meeting anyone. I needed to deal with him. I looked at him and said, "Honey, I did not know we were having company."
He told me Gary had just called him so he invited them over. I don't know if there was a good response to my statement but that was certainly not it. Then to make it better he said, "You said you did not want to go out, so I figured they could come here."
He did this sort of thing a lot. We had discussed it before.
I glared at him but he was oblivious. He might not have noticed but Tom did. Tom quickly said he thought they might be intruding and maybe they should head to a local bar to watch the game. I thought, great idea.
My husband said, That's dumb, we have a huge TV, plenty of beer and Jill can make some sandwiches."
That was it. I knew I was going to kill him as he slept that night.
I, in the most gracious voice I could find, said, "Please, it's no big deal. Come on in."
The guys came in and I started to pick up around me. As I bent over to pick up a pillow I heard a soft gasp. I realized that my shorts were pretty short and loose and they must have seen a great deal of my ass as I bent over. Dammit, now I was really mad. His friends are all ogling me, taking up my day, and they want sandwiches. I did have an evil thought. My husband has a bit of a jealous streak. He had not caught on to me being checked out, but I knew once he did he would be mad.
I figured a little irritation would be good for him. I told them to sit down, and I would get the beer. I went to the kitchen, grabbed 6 bottles and held the cold wet bottles against my chest. My nipples reacted to the cold. The condensation made the shirt stick to my skin and become a little transparent. I pushed my shorts a bit further down on my hips and brought the beers in. As I served them I made sure I bent over each one and gave them a beer.
They tried very hard to pretend they were not looking at my tits. I kept my ass towards my husband and whoever was near him, so he could see the shorts slide up and show my ass cheeks as I bent over. I handed Tom his beer. He smiled, looked me in the eyes, and said thank you. I was beginning to like him.
I finally handed my husband the last beer. He saw my top, he realized what everyone had been seeing. I could see him get tense.
Not wanting to make a scene, he just said, "Thank you babe. Do you want to change?"
I stood up. I was where everyone could see me. I stretched my back really showing off my tits. I said, "I wasn't planning to. I can if you want."
He glanced at me and at his friends who were mostly ogling me, and said he thought I should.
I went upstairs laughing at myself. He could be such a jerk. Tom popped to mind. He seemed nice.
I got to my room and turned to think if what to wear. Dammit, I was comfortable. Why did have to change? I really did not want to change. I only had to change because he ruined my day.
On the other hand I am a girl and do like to look good. I was still annoyed at my husband. An evil thought came to mind. I went in and brushed out my hair and put makeup on. Not a lot, just my usual fresh face look. I went and grabbed the clothes I thought I would wear.
I grabbed a summer outfit. It had a bustier style crop top with shoulder straps and 4 buttons down the front. It definitely pushed up and showed what I had. By undoing the top button, I showed even more. The outfit came with a short matching denim layered skirt. The skirt sat low on my hips and landed at most half way down my thigh. Between my top and skirt my belly was exposed from ribcage to hip bone.
I grabbed my flirtiest thong panties. They were tiny, pink and white with ruffles around the edges. I ended the outfit with a strappy pair of sandals with a slight heel. I looked in the mirror. I looked good. In fact, I looked hot. Not slutty hot, but girl next door hot. Perfect. Just to be on the mean side I bent over to check my cleavage. No nipples. One more button they would be on display. I checked my backside. Well, what lady bends over straight legged from the waist anyway. I was ready to go.
As I walked down the stairs Tom saw me first. He gave me an appreciative look, a thumbs up, and a smile. I smiled back. The other guys saw Tom and turned to look. All their faces lit up except for my husband's. He had a definite scowl.
I just said, "Anyone need another beer?"
As I walked through the room towards the kitchen and counting who wants beers, I may have swung my hips a bit more than usual. I certainly did not have to bend over and pick up that bottle, but I did. I stood up. Again I saw my husband's scowl, 3 guys looking shocked, and Tom with an amused smile. It was as if he got the joke.
My husband followed me in. He was mad. He spoke to me in an angry whisper. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting beers."
"I mean, what are you wearing?" He said raising his voice a bit.
I pouted and said, "Don't you like it?"
He then said the words he'd come to regret. He said, "You look like a slut".
I turned, looked at him, got my face in his face and went off on him, "First you bring a bunch of strangers home on the only day off I have in months. Then when I am nice enough to not say anything, and get you snacks, you call me a SLUT? Really? A slut? You don't even know what a slut is."
He now knew I was angry. He stammered a response turned and huffed out of the room.
I was now really mad. I mean, he was right, I was dressed to tease, but screw him. I was comfortable before all his friends showed up. I gathered up the beers put them on a tray and thinking, I'll show him slut, walked in serving beers off the tray.
I bent over and offered the tray to each guest making sure my ass was facing his other guests. I am sure a bit of my ass cheeks showed. The guys just gawked silently. Tom took his beer, thanked me, and said they were lucky to have such a beautiful hostess. He had class.
I blushed a bit and said thank you. I got to my husband. He scowled and his eyes burned through me. I handed him his beer and then bent over more exposing more of my ass to his guests.
I whispered to him, "Is that slutty enough?"
I smirked at him, turned and walked away. I was starting to have fun.
At the kitchen door I stopped twisted looked over my shoulder and said, "Are you ready to eat?"
Turning like that really showed off my legs.
My husband said nothing, just scowled. The guys were not sure what to say. Tom, again the gentleman, said, "Please, don't put yourself out. We can order snacks. You should not have to wait on us."
I smiled. I was definitely liking this guy.
I softened and said, "I don't mind, be right back."
My husband again followed me into the kitchen. In an angry whisper, probably a bit louder than he intended, he said, "You're embarrassing the fuck out of me. Stop acting like such a fucking slut."
I was about to scream at him and start throwing things. Tom saved him. Tom walked in the kitchen. He'd obviously heard what was said. He put his arm on my husband's shoulder and said, "Back off. We interrupted her day and Jill is being very accommodating."
My husband started to say something but I guess Tom really was in charge, he just stopped. Tom said to my husband, "Go sit down. I will take over here."
Take over? What did that mean? My husband gave me a look, turned to Tom, sighed, and went back to his seat.
Tom smiled at me and said, "We obviously interrupted your day".
I brushed it off and said it was no big deal. Tom put his hand on my arm and told me he was sorry they interrupted my day, but not sorry he got to meet me. It was a sincere compliment and given my day, a complement was appreciated.
I became fully aware of his hand on my arm. I looked at him. Again I noticed how handsome he was. I felt a little self conscious under his gaze I looked down, but did not move.
He put his finger under my chin and pulled my head up and said, "I think you are beautiful. I don't think you are a slut." I smiled. He then added, "But I bet if you wanted, you would be an amazing slut."
My mouth dropped open, but he had a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye. I punched him in the arm laughed and said, "You'd like that wouldn't you." I pointed to the counter and said, "Let's makes snacks."
I turned to walk away, he gave me a playful swat on the ass and said, "But yes, yes I would."
I looked at him, stuck my tongue out, wiggled my ass, and said, "Snack time."
He laughed. I then got the double entendre. I blushed, laughed and said very slowly, as if speaking to an idiot, "Time to MAKE the snacks."
He feigned innocence, and with faked hurt in his voice said, "Of course, that's what I meant."
I went to the fridge to get some cheese and salami. It was in the bottom fresh drawer. I thought what the hell. I bent straight over from the hip to get it. I am sure most of my ass was on display. Tom stepped up to me and I reached back and I handed him the cheese and salami. I stood up and smiling said, "The knife is over there."
Tom went to cutting, I got out the crackers. I'll show him who's in charge. I was still mad at my husband, but Tom was making it better.
I brought the crackers and a plate over and started arranging them on a tray. Tom stood next to me and put his hand in the small of my back. Actually a bit lower. I think he was at least touching the waist of my skirt. I stiffened up. I could not remember the last time a man other than my husband touched me there. I looked at Tom. He had that confident smile. I realized I liked his touch. I smiled and finished the platter. I pointed to the door.
He said, "Ladies first."
I walked to the door, stopped, wiggled my ass, and brought out the snacks.
I grabbed a beer and sat down to watch the game. My husband was in his chair. The couch was full. The only chair was in a spot to the side. I sat down. As I did my skirt slid up. I noticed it. Everyone noticed it. My husband's face turned a little red. Obviously not happy. The other guys pretended not to look.
Tom looked, he looked me in the eye, nodded approvingly, and smiled. I was enjoying it all. I liked seeing my husband mad and nothing he can do about it. I liked the guys trying to look and trying not to get caught, and I was really enjoying this good looking, confident man's attention.
I was on my second beer. My husband was trying to avoid looking at me. Pretending he was ignoring me. Tom, looked at my legs and then my eyes and nodded his head upward. Really? He wanted me to show more leg? What the hell. I was feeling flirty. I had nice legs.
Why not. I put my beer down and pretended to adjust my skirt. I actually lifted up the hem enough so Tom could see my panties. I dropped the hem so far up my lap that my panties were obviously showing.
My husband noticed and started to say something.
He got "Jill" out, when Tom said, "Leave her alone."
My husband started to say something, but just sat back in his chair and opened another beer. It was pretty clear who was in charge. The other guys kept trying not to get caught looking. Tom looked, and nodded approvingly. After 2 beers his approval was starting to make me horny. I gave him a flirty smile and this time gave my skirt a very obviously tug up. There was no question I was showing off. My husband was stewing in his chair.
Tom's control was exciting me. My husband was an OK lover. He was always in charge during sex but it was always about him. I managed to cum most of the time, but I was definitely responsible for my own orgasm. Tom was teasing me. He was taking control, but it was not about him. It was about me. He made me feel sexy. He made me feel like responding.
We needed more beer. They were in the garage. I got up to get them. Tom offered to help. The thought made me a little wet. I was going to be alone with him. As we entered the garage
Tom put his hands on my hips pulled me up against him and said, "I see there is a bit of a slut in there."
I was very aware of his hands on my hips and his breathe on my neck. I should have pulled away, instead I leaned my ass into him.
He kissed my ear and said, "I like it."
He grabbed a six pack and headed back in. I stood there for a minute catching my breath. Standing there I realized I was sorry he had not tried something. I sighed and went back with another six pack.
When I walked in the room I started to head for my chair. Tom said to Gary, "Why don't you sit over there so Jill can sit next to me."
My husband's head whipped around. Tom just gave him a look. My husband turned to the TV again. Gary did what he was told. I walked over to the couch. Tom reached out, grabbed the hem of my skirt, and pulled me into the couch. I knew when he pulled me back my entire ass was exposed to him. When I landed on the couch my skirt was not under me in back and the front was high enough to again show my panties. My husband looked at me, then at Tom, he sighed and turned his head back to the game.
Me? I was starting to get horny. Between the beer, my husband, Tom's attention, and the three guys trying not to get caught, but paying more attention to me than the game, I was definitely turned on. Tom, put an arm around me. It landed on my bare shoulder.
He looked at my Halter top and said, "Is that supposed to be worn that way? I know someone who has one just like it. It looks like you have too many buttons done."
I looked down. It had 4 buttons, I had buttoned 3. One more and from his angle my nipples would definitely be showing. I said, "I don't think so."
He responded, "Let's see."
He reached over and undid a button. Again my husband started to say something but a look from Tom shut him up. I wondered how Tom had so much control over my husband. I then realized he also had control over me, and I was liking it. In fact he was in charge of the whole room.
He undid the button and looked down my top. He said. "You have very pretty nipples."
I blushed. I did not know how to answer. He then said to my husband, "Your wife has beautiful breasts."
My husband meekly replied, "Yes."
Tom said, "What? "
My husband in a louder voice said, "Yes, my wife has beautiful breasts."
It felt surreal sitting here listening to them talk about my breasts, but I liked it. I couldn't believe my husband was not trying to kill this man, but he just sat there.
Tom reached, over slid his hand in my top, and felt them. My nipples instantly became hard. All the guys, including my husband, were watching. My husband no longer looked angry, just resigned. Tom stood up. He took my hand, pulled me up, and led me to the kitchen. He put his strong hands on my hips and set me on the table. He pushed my skirt up to my waist. He unbuttoned the next two buttons on my top.
Except for my panties I was completely exposed to him. I looked at him and said, "Are you going to fuck me now?"
He kissed my breast and sucked on my nipples. His hand slid up to the crotch of my panties. He slid his finger inside and felt how wet I was.
He kissed me lightly on the lips, pulled back, and said, "Not yet."
Not yet? I'm here on the table, legs spread, his fingers inside me, and he says not yet? I said it out loud. Meekly but I said it. "Not yet?"
He said, No, you have not yet discovered your potential inner slut."
Inner slut, I thought. I'm sitting half naked on a table, with my husband and three other men in the other room and he wants me to be sluttier! The thought scared me, but also excited me. I was not sure what was next, but I was enjoying the ride so far.
He said we should go back in the other room. I started button my top. He stopped me and said, "Let's go."
I don't know why I was letting him do this. Part of it I was still mad at my husband, after all, he called me a slut, but I knew that was not the real reason. I was enjoying this. I was enjoying giving up control. I was liking the idea of being a slut.
I walked back in the other room. Everybody looked. It was obvious my top was undone. Tom walked in behind me. He said, "Jill, you don't need that top anymore."
All eyes were on me. I was enjoying being on display. I shrugged the top off, and was going to let it drop to the ground. Tom stopped me and told me to hand it to my husband. I walked over and gave it to him. He meekly took it from me and stared at it.
As I stood there, Tom came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me close and looked at my husband.
He said, "It was obvious when we got here that Jill did not want us here. It was also clear you were not paying attention to her. Since we are here I am going to make sure that this is the best day of her life."
He turned me around and kiss me hard. His hands slid my skirt and he pushed it down to the ground. I was standing there in just a thong in front of my husband and 4 strangers. My panties so wet I was getting uncomfortable. He broke the kiss.
I looked in his eyes and said, "Now?"
He took me by the hand and led me back to the couch. He sat down and pulled me down kneeling in front of him. I was ready. I unbuckled his belt and reached for his zipper. I pulled out his cock. It was semi hard. I held it in my hand. Even semi hard I could tell he was bigger and thicker than normal. Not a freak show but certainly bigger than I'd seen.
He looked at me and said, "Suck it."
I had sucked cock before. My husband, a couple of boyfriends in college, i've done it before but I was no expert. Even with my husband it was just something to get through till we could get to the sex. This time was different. This time I wanted to be good. I knew Tom had experience. I wanted to be his best experience. I took the head in my mouth and slowly took as much in as possible. My hands circled the base of his shaft. I pumped his shaft while my mouth went up-and-down on his cock. It felt good. I thought about the men watching me. I tried to put on a show. I made sure my ass was on display.
Tom stopped me. I was mad. I did not want to let go of his cock. He put me on the couch and switched positions with me. He looked me in the eyes and slid my panties down my legs. My pussy was now totally on display.
He lowered his tongue to my pussy and expertly started licking me. My husband had gone down on me before, but again, it was usually quick, not about me, and just to get to the sex. This was different. This was good. This was a man who had done this before. This was a man who knew what he was doing. I closed my eyes and shut out everything around me but the fantastic feeling in my pussy. It hit me. I came. I normally have orgasms. Not like this. Between his expertise and the situation around me, I had the most intense orgasm I ever had.
Tom stopped. He looked me in the eye and said, "Hoe was that?".
The only words out of my mouth were, "Fucking amazing."
Then, he looked at the three other guys. "What are you guys still doing dressed. We have a woman to fuck".
They looked at my husband, shrugged their shoulders, and got undressed. In the back of my mind I wondered why I was going to let these men fuck me. I knew it was because Tom wanted me to and I was going to the best fuck they ever had.
Tom lay down the floor and pulled my mouth back onto his cock. My ass was in the air. One of the guys started eating my pussy. I realized I did not even know which one. I came immediately. He kept going and I had at least two more orgasms. Tom pointed to one of the other guys. I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I wanted to show them all what a good cock sucker I was. Tom got behind me. I knew the moment was here. I had not had a strange cock in me for at least 10 years. Now I had one in my mouth and was about to be fucked by one. I felt the head of his cock spread my lips. Slowly he sank all the way into me.
I felt full. I felt wonderful. I attacked the cock in my mouth with renewed vigor. Tom started pumping his cock in and out of me. I could feel it along every nerve ending. The two other guys sat next to the one I was sucking. I reached my hands out and started stroking both of them. I could feel the cock in my mouth start to pulsate. I knew he was about to cum. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled my mouth off.
Tom said. "No, swallow every drop."
I had never let somebody come in my mouth before. This time I wanted to do it. The cock in my mouth exploded. I started swallowing as fast as I could. I got almost all of it but some dripped down my chin.
Tom said, "Good girl."
The praise felt wonderful. I immediately reached for the next hard cock. I went after it with a passion. I loved the feeling of cum exploding in my mouth. I wanted to make it happen again. All this time I was fully aware of Tom's cock fucking me. Just as I started to get the rhythm of sucking the second cock while Tom was fucking me, I was overcome with another orgasm. This one hit me so hard I forgot what I was doing on both ends. I caught my breath and took the cock back in my mouth.
Now Tom started fucking me harder. He coaxed me on. "Come on baby. Suck that cock. Show me what a good slut you can be."
The words brought me to another raging orgasm. I knew he was almost ready to come. I pushed my ass back up against him. I looked at my husband.
When I did I noticed he was rubbing his cock through his pants. I stopped. Tom turned to see what I was looking at.
He laughed and said, "Take it out. Show her how sexy you think she is."
My husband hesitated and then unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started stroking it.
I watched for a minute and then went back to seriously fucking Tom and sucking cock. I looked back to see my husband again. The sight of him stroking himself while I was being so slutty made me come again. Just as I caught my breath I could feel Tom's cock start to get bigger.
Looking my husband in the eyes I said, Come on Tom, fill up my pussy. Make me your slut. Give me all your cum in front of my husband."
I could feel Tom's hot cum hit the walls of my pussy. I came again. I could feel Tom go soft and as his cock slipped out of me some cum dripped out of me too.
I thought to myself, two down two to go. The last guy got behind me. I could not believe he was going to fuck my cum filled pussy. He was not as big as Tom but he felt good. The feeling of being fucked with a load of cum already in me made me feel slutty. The thought brought me to another orgasm. As I continued to fuck his cock I looked at the guy whose cock I was sucking. I realized I had forgotten his name. The thought that I was sucking the cock of a guy whose name I did not know made me cum again. I lost count.
I looked him in the eyes, licked my lips, and asked where he wanted to cum.
He said, "On my tits."
I let the cock in me slide out and rolled over on my back. I reached down and guided him back in me. Then I grabbed the other cock.
Before I stuck it back in my mouth I said, "Cum on baby, my tits are all yours."
I could feel the orgasm building inside him. I looked at him and whispered, "Cum for me."
His first jet hit me in the mouth. A second jet on my face and neck. He continued to gush all over my tits and belly. As soon as his cum hit my tits I came again. I could no longer remember how many orgasms I'd had. I was still being fucked and now was just having wave after wave of small orgasms.
Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore I felt the cock inside of me start to go. I could feel the hot jets but I could also feel them against the load already inside me. That was it. I had thought I had had orgasms before. I was wrong. This feeling took me from head to toe. I could not think. I could not breathe. I felt wave and wave overtake me. Somewhere in the distance I felt the cock slip out of me.
When I opened my eyes Tom was sitting on the couch. He said, Let's get a picture."
He told the three guys to go sit in the chair across the room. One sat in the chair the other two sat on the arms. He told me to go lay down in front of them. I did. He told them to put their arms around each others shoulder and a hand on each other's leg. They thought it was a funny shot. Tom took the picture.
He then told them it was time to go. As they were getting dressed said to them, "You can talk about this on the car ride to the hotel. After that I never want to hear about this day again ."
He told them that if he ever heard of it again or if he heard somebody else heard about it they would immediately be fired. He said if there were any repercussions against my husband they would also be fired. He promised if they were fired they would never work in the industry again. He showed them the picture. He took it above me. I was not in the picture. It was just the three of them naked in a chair holding each other. He said if they ever went to another company and did talk about this that the picture would find its way to their customers, colleagues and management.
He beckoned me over to the couch. He made me kneel in front of him and take his cock in my mouth. As I was sucking him he addressed all of them. "I know none of you have checked your email. When you do you'll find out that I have been promoted to CEO."
He told them that it meant there would be openings all along the management chain. He looked up at my husband and told him he had already been chosen to manage this group and that he would be promoted tomorrow. He made it clear that it had nothing to do with today. It had already been decided.
He looked at the other three guys and told them that my husband was now their boss. He made it clear that my husband could fire them anytime he wanted. He told them that if my husband fired them it was the same as if he fired them and he would make sure they did not work in the industry again.
He then looked at my husband. He told him that he could fire this team but it was a very effective team. He said, "Frankly, you're a bit of a dick. This team is part of why you're successful. If you fire them I do not believe you will succeed."
All this time I was sucking his cock. He looked at me and told me if I wanted I could have a job in his company any time I wanted. He told me it was a real job and there were no strings attached.
The three guys had left. It was only Tom, me, and my husband. First Tom asked me how my day went. I kissed the tip of his cock and told him it was the most amazing day ever.
Tom looked at my husband and told him he had one more decision to make. He said after today he was pretty sure that I was ready to leave and move on. He looked at me. I did not disagree.
He told my husband that if he wanted to keep me now was the time to show me how much he loved me. I was still sucking Tom's cock. Tom pointed to my pussy, then he looked at the door. I saw my husband think. Then he got undressed. His cock was rock hard. He got behind me and pushed his cock into my cum filled pussy. I knew he could feel the other loads inside me.
Tom asked him if he had anything to say to me.
My husband grabbed my hips, shoved his cock into me all the way into me and said, "I love you"."
All I said was, "Show me with your cum. Show me that you still love your slutty little wife. Show me that you still want her cum filled pussy."
He came, he came hard. At the same time I had my last orgasm of the day.
Tom got up, got dressed, and said, "Time for me to go."
As he left my husband swept my cum soaked body into his arms and held me.
It's now been six months. My husband's team is kicking ass at work. At home he has become much more attentive to me. Our lovemaking has become much more mutual and more satisfying. We still have our issues. He can still be a bit arrogant, but I have also become more confident. Between us we have struck a good balance. He has been better to me, and as he is better to me, I am better to him.
He does not bring company home without asking. When he does ask, I always say yes.