I smelled her all over his face. Anger filled me, but then…
…the taste of her in his mouth planted a seed of curiosity upon my tongue.
*
I walked into her office, my panties stuck to my damp lips.
“My husband’s fucking you,” I calmly stated and unzipped my dress.
Mischief marked her pretty face as she rose from her chair. “So you want what he gets?”
*
I crawled into bed that night an enlightened woman.
With the scent of her cunt on my breath, I whispered in his ear, “You’re not the only one eating her pussy.”
