Her most fertile day. Her lover’s freshly deposited cum swims inside her.

In bed with her husband, sponge carefully inserted, she makes her advances. He won’t know it isn’t his.

She kisses, strokes, whispers filthy things. She finds his cock. Flaccid. Cups his balls, strokes the tip, fingers trail lightly down the shaft.

No response. She moves to go down on him. He protests with a groan and rolls away.

He couldn’t, even if he wanted. He is drained, his shaft crusted from his afternoon tryst with his lover, already pregnant with their child.