Your head's spinning. The interrogation, rapid and intense as soon as you're through the front door. What's that smell? That taste on your lips? Your sticky fingers?

He's caught you out.

"I was horny on the train home, I had to." A poor excuse.

But it wasn't you, was it? It was her fingers in your pussy, she did it, didn't she? And it's not your juices on your fingers, is it?

You remember it all too well, the kisses, the caresses. "She finger fucked me."

Suddenly, you go rigid. Eyes wide. And realise...

...You said it out loud.