I wake up alone in bed. My husband is probably in the bathroom. My clit is still swollen and wonderfully sore from your mouth. I get up and go to the bathroom, hoping to catch my husband. I’m I’m picturing in my head finding him there and dropping to my knees in front of him. I’m imagining the taste of his cock and the sounds he makes. He’s not there.
I go and take a peek into your room and see your husband fast asleep. The blankets have been kicked off and I see his hard cock. You’re not in the bed either. I remember you saying something about wanting to show the apartment upstairs. I throw on a robe and walk up the stairs to the vacant apartment.
As I get closer to the door, I hear the muffled sounds of ecstasy. I open the door quietly and peer into the room. There you are, on the bare counter. Your legs are tightly wrapped around his shoulders. I’m not mad, or jealous. I know the deal. When the four of us are together anything goes. You can take my husband, I can take yours, or we can have each other.