I smelled her all over his face. Anger filled me, but then… 

…the taste of her in his mouth planted a seed of curiosity upon my tongue. 

*

I walked into her office, my panties stuck to my damp lips. 

“My husband’s fucking you,” I calmly stated and unzipped my dress. 

Mischief marked her pretty face as she rose from her chair. “So you want what he gets?” 

*

I crawled into bed that night an enlightened woman.

With the scent of her cunt on my breath, I whispered in his ear, “You’re not the only one eating her pussy.”