On my knees with him in my mouth, gagging, drooling, letting him use me. He yanked me up, shoved me onto the bed, held my ankles up by my ears and thrust in deep. I moaned, thighs shaking as he pounded me into oblivion making me climax over and over.

With a shuddering snarl he pulled out, unleashing a thick, messy claim over my bare skin. Chest heaving, I dipped my fingers in the mess, while I grabbed my phone.

A quick selfie, a wicked grin, and a message for my husband: “Hope she was worth it. We’re over.”

Send.