I wasn’t supposed to be a horny Cheating Girlfriend
I had just gotten home from a night out with the girls — or at least that’s what I told him. Lipstick still smudged, thighs sore, heels in my hand… you can probably guess I wasn’t drinking mocktails and playing board games.
He was passed out on the couch, poor thing. Dead to the world. So trusting. So loyal.
So fucking boring. He was bred to be the perfect cuckold loser.
I tiptoed past him, heading for the bathroom. The mirror caught my reflection — mascara slightly smeared, a light hickey on my collarbone, and my black lace thong still damp from the hands (and tongue) of someone else.
Oops.
The hot water hit my skin, and I let out a sigh. Not of relief. Of satisfaction. Because even though I’d been used earlier, I wasn’t done. Not even close.
I left the door cracked open. Partially on purpose. Maybe I wanted to be caught. Maybe I didn’t care anymore.
The sound of water drowned out everything. My fingers moved slowly over my body — washing, teasing, remembering.
Then I heard something.
The creak of the bedroom door.
Soft footsteps.
A shadow in the hallway.
He was awake.
I didn’t stop.
Didn’t call out.
I just arched my back a little more, water streaming over the curve of my ass as I “washed” between my legs.
I knew he was watching.
I could feel it.
His breathing changed.
He didn’t say a word.
Maybe he was confused.
Maybe he saw the red marks on my hips — fingers that weren’t his.
Or maybe… he liked it.
The door creaked again — and just like that, he was gone.
He thought I didn’t notice.
He thought I was alone.
But now I know the truth:
He’s going to pretend he didn’t see.
He’ll kiss me in the morning like nothing happened.
He’ll ask how my girls’ night went.
And I’ll lie again.
Right to his face.
Wearing his shirt.
Still tasting like someone else.
I just can’t help it I love my body worshipped by other men
be my next throb
Keeping it kinky, keep it Kira
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