His cheating ass stumbles in at 2:15.

The toilet flushes, the faucet runs. At least he washed his hands this time.

I lay naked and sweating under the sheets, knowing what he wants. Pants hit the floor, shirt follows. I sense his presence next to the bed.

Her scent assaults. The sight of him fully hard should humiliate.

He grunts, “…didn’t clean me off... you can taste her.”

I should be repulsed, yell, and slap it away.

I grip him and smile, “Just so you know, he left a big load in me. So we both had a good night.”