She lay sideways on the bed, cum drying on her face, pussy leaking onto percale sheets.

2 a.m. The moon’s gentle light caressed her skin.

“Take his cum, you dirty little fuckslut,” her husband had growled, hours ago, as the stranger pulled out of her mouth and rubbed his spasming cock all over her face.

“Whore,” the stranger had hissed, watching her husband cum.

Men. 

Both sleeping now, splayed across bed and sofa, spent.   

Her? Tits bruised. Makeup smeared. Nipples sore and hard.

She slid a wet finger down her belly and inside her soft folds, drenched in moonlight.