Megan lay on her front, legs spread, as her FWB Scott fucked her from behind.

Her phone buzzed.

"Hey, Babe.  What's up?"

"Not much.  Just calling."

"Checking on me?"

"No.  We covered that in counseling."

"Anyway, I saw someone who looked a lot like you with Scott at Starbucks when I was out."

"How funny…but I've been home since…uhaaaahh…"

Scott leaned down, whispered in her ear, and then gave several deep thrusts.

"...dropping the kids off."

"Odd.  Anyway, Paul's calling me now.  Gotta go.  Love you.  Bye."

"Nice prompt."

"That wasn't a prompt.  It's what I was doing."