The texts come thick and fast. I’m high on evil replies. Remembering them.

Him, hands lifting me up the wall. Cock entering me, fingers groping. The fuck: intense, raw and his words, filthy and fulfilling; pushing me beyond orgasm.

Her, crawling, leering, eyes as wide as my thighs. Her tongue lashing at my clit, swallowing everything. Eyes manic, looking into mine. The finale, clutching my leg to her breast in a volcanic thunderstorm of grinding cunts.

I grin as I text, first him, then her.

The fallout, immense, should they discover their cheating ways with the same woman.

Me.