CHAPTER FIVE! (can’t edit titles, whoops)
I find it hard to sleep after that. I lie naked in the bed next to my snoring husband. His back is turned to me, and I study the back of his head. After an hour of twisting and turning, my phone vibrates. I don’t know how, but somehow I already know who it is. I instantly pick up my phone. It’s a picture.
A picture of John’s t-shirt stained with my juices, hanging off his erect cock. For some reason the fact that I can’t see his cock makes me even more aroused. The outline of it, the hint of the large head poking at the fabric, sends an instant surge of arousal through me.
I lick my lips, almost without realizing it.
I look over at Mike. His ribcage slowly rises, then lowers, his breath deep and calm. I’m ashamed of myself, though mostly I am ashamed of how wet I am.
I can’t do this to Mike, I think to myself.
But my feet are already touching the cold floor. My nipples stand hard in the cool night air as I stand up.