Not my husband's hands
lifting my hips,
not my husband's cock
inside me.

Just skin on skin,
the wet slap of me
meeting him, meeting him,

Harder,

Every muscle pulled wire-tight,
oh fuck, so close,
right there, right fucking there,

Fuck me harder,

And I break,
flood him, soak him,
slick and hot and shameless,
almost like pissing,

His groan, oh god,
I knew what was coming,

Cumming,

Jaw tight, eyes gone,
wrong week, wrong man,
mid-cycle for fuck's sake,

And I let him anyway.

Too deep. Too late.

FUCK.

I don't move. Sit with it.

Somewhere, my husband's name.
Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh god.

His cum, still warm inside me,
going nowhere.