My fingernails clawed the brick’s mortar while the horny stranger slammed his thrusting pelvis against my ass cheeks.

I wailed, “Harder!” until one pain replaced another. 

When I returned home, my husband rushed toward me. "Thank God, you're back. I promise she didn't mean—"

His stale excuse fell short once he noticed my smeared red lipstick and bite marks. 

Emotions tore through him as the rank mixture of bar smoke and my perfume filled the chilly air between us. 

Then, my fingers withdrew sticky revenge from my pussy and smeared it on his face before I said, “I forgive you.”