My girlfriend and I were taking an afternoon stroll along the clifftop path the other Sunday.

After about half an hour, we bumped into Graham, her ex, coming the other way. We exchanged pleasantries momentarily and continued on our way.

After a few minutes walking, she turned to me and said "Can you wait here a moment? I just need a quick word with Graham." Before I could answer, she had turned and jogged off in the opposite direction to catch up with him.

I stood there for what seemed like ages, wondering where she had got to. Just as I was about to pull out my phone and call her, she reappeared and jogged up to me.

"Sorry about that. I just needed to check something with him.", she said breathlessly.

"That's OK, no problem." I looked at her, smiled and took her hand and we continued walking.

Every now and then, whenever we passed other people, we would get an odd look. Then a group of young lads passed us, all of them smirking.

"Nice one mate!" said one of them and gave me the thumbs up.

"What is it?" she asked, looking at me. "We've been getting funny looks for a while now."

"Well, it could be that long string of Graham's cum in your hair."

She looked mortified then gave me a playful slap on the arm.

"You might have told me!" she chided.

"You might have told me you were going back to suck his cock," I countered.

She picked at her hair, looking for his cum. I stopped her.

"Leave it!" I ordered. "You can do the walk of shame until we get home. I want people to know you're a slut."

"Maybe but you're a cuck, not the stud that put it there," she laughed.