My husband is oblivious as to why he randomly gets head when we go out [MF]

I have a jealousy kink. In my youth this was somewhat unhealthy, but as I've gotten older I've found a fun way to channel it…

My husband is more attractive than me. I don't write that because I'm insecure but rather because I'm so secure I don't give a fuck.

Plus, I won.

He's not totally unaware to how attractive he is, but he's just generally a humble and unassuming dude. He gets hit on a lot though. It's almost constant if I'm not directly beside him.

So this magical pattern happens when we go out: (1) I generally leave him to go talk to folks because I'm a little too outgoing, (2) a woman WILL start hitting on him while he believes he is making a new friend, (3) I will revel in delicious jealousy, (4) he will call me over to meet his super cool new friend, (5) I will see her face fall, and (6) I will fuck him silly at the end of the evening.

This sounds like I'm toxic towards women, but that's not the case. I have a ton of women friends… many of which I met through him. It's not that I like seeing women disappointed, I just like seeing my husband choose me over and over. It's a thing.

Even though I KNOW he doesn't cheat on me, I get territorial AF.

For example, one time my best friend was having "a night" so I left him longer than usual. He just hung out at the bar with our other friend. I looked over at one point and watched the bar tender pour him a drink and motion that it was "on her."

I'm intrigued.

I look over a little while later and see him still talking to her. She is hella cute too and is very clearly leaning over the bar with her chest pushed out. She even whispers something in his ear.

Delicious jealousy. I love it.

She smiles and laughs at quite literally everything he says.

He's not THAT funny though.

He motions for me to come over and I shake my head because my friend is on a rant about her ex. Plus, I'm kind of enjoying this scene.

Finally he takes out his phone and starts plugging something in I assume is her number. Theoretically, I don't care whose number he plugs into his phone, but her smile is getting pretty fucking big.

Then my phone lights up. As it turns out he was not getting her number but rather texting me to come join him so I could meet his new friend.

I show up and watch her face fall slightly as my future husband says, "This is my new friend Celeste. She wants to be an attorney. Celeste this is my badass girlfriend who can tell you literally everything you need to know about the LSAT. She's amazing."

 

Am I a petty bitch? Yes, but not that petty. I actually made friends with her and ended up helping out when she applied.

In the meantime though, my future husband is about to get fucked in a literal sense. When she walks away I start aggressively making out with him and suggest we head home.

"Don't you need to be here for your best friend?" He asks.

"I've listened to her for two hours. She'll be ok."

"Should we say goodbye to Celeste? She was so cool."

"Yeah, we definitely should because she was so cool."

Again, I genuinely liked this girl. I just also like watching my husband reject someone because he's infatuated with me.

On the walk home he asks why I'm so giggly and I tell him it's because I'm about to fuck him.

"Psssh, I'm not a sure thing, V. I need romance."

"I would bet a million dollars I can get you to fuck me pretty easily."

"Nope, I need to be seduced."

"Fine, no sex."

That doesn't hold up. When we get into our apartment I strip naked and wait for him to press me against the wall from behind and kiss my neck.

"I thought you weren't going to fuck me."

"Well, that was before you were naked."

He rubs himself back and forth for a while as he puts a hand in my hair and pins me against the wall gently. When he reaches to fondle my ass I lose it and ask him to fuck me.

He refuses.

I turn around and take his shirt off before I get on my knees and ask if I can suck his dick. He smiles and unbuttons his pants so I can pull them down.

The cool thing about being jealous is that you can REALLY channel that energy into giving oral. Every time I felt he was too big to take, I'd just remember how that bar tender whispered something in his ear and I'd go deeper. Nothing stifles a gag reflex like possessive inclinations.

I deep throat TF out of his dick. I don't go fast, but very, very deep, which is not an easy task as my husband happens to be quite large.

"You should stop or I'm going to come," he groans as he plays with my hair.

I shake my head and go deeper, playing with him with my hand every time I have to stop for air.

"Viola, I'm not kidding. I'm going to come."

No shit. Of course I'm going to make this dude come. You know why? Because I'm the one who is on my knees blowing him right now instead of that cute bar tender.

I slam my head down and start going faster, slowly building as he starts shaking. He pushes me down a final time and comes in my mouth with a gasp.

"What was that for?" He asks after he catches his breath.

"No reason. I just had the urge."