Lana allowed her husband to expel himself into her mouth.  She knew it wouldn’t take him long, it never did.  The tiniest flicker of guilt passed through her as she denied him sex, but after the taste of what she had last night, and the soreness that remained, she knew Chris would only leave her wanting.<br/><br/>Swallowing his load as if it were a gift, she smiled up at him when she was finished, laughing dutifully as he joked about the dishes.  Finding she needed to brush her teeth, she excused herself to the bathroom, grabbing her cell and<em>his</em>card on the way, leaving Chris satisfied and comfortable on the couch to find something on TV.<br/><br/>Once alone in the bathroom, she quickly brushed her teeth, then sat on the toilet to relieve herself.  Standing as she flushed, she got Steve’s card, pushing the appropriate buttons on her cell to send him a text.<strong>It’s Lana.  Last night was incredible. When would you like a repeat?</strong><br/><br/>Silencing her phone, she wondered if she were being too forward.  No longer caring, she shrugged her shoulders, grabbing his card and stuffing it into the side pocket of her shorts.  Exiting the bathroom, she went back to join her husband, feigning interest in the sports show he had found.<br/><br/>Lana set her phone on the end table in order to see the light begin to blink, indicating a text was received.  She tried her hardest not to stare at it as Chris was mumbling something about the television show.  She knew he’d doze off soon, especially after being blown.<br/><br/>In the meantime, she waited.