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Prompt at the bottom to avoid giving away the plot.
I leaned on the doorframe long enough to know this wasn’t their first time. There is a familiarity between lovers that a girl can sense when watching them fuck. She wraps her legs around his waist perfectly, spurring her heels precisely where she knows the crease between his ass cheeks and thighs to be.
He groans like he’s fucking his favorite slut, something a husband can only do after the first time he cheated. Soundbites like, I missed fucking you or Let’s not leave it so long until next time, are also dead giveaways that your husband has cheated before.
I tapped on the doorframe and smiled, not willing to allow their infidelity to provoke my emotions overtly.
“Hi, Ben. Hello, Piper.”
“Oh fuck!”
“It doesn’t matter what you say right now, Ben, actions speak louder than words, and your cock is buried deep inside my best friend. I think that means we’re through.”
Piper hopped off my husband’s cock and leaped out of bed faster than you could smack a gnat. She looked ashamed but made no attempt to apologize or explain herself and ran, wrapped in a bedsheet with her panties and other garments in hand.
I stared at Ben, unsurprised by his infidelity and far less angry than I had expected to be. I was heartbroken, though, and he must have sensed that, looking apologetic but incapable of finding the words to smooth over a very awkward moment.
“What can I say, Madison?”
“Don’t apologize, honey… just lean into it. My… what stories you’ll have for your buddies later at the bar. Oh… hey guys, you should’ve seen it… the slut ran this way… the wife ran that way, and u-huh, man, it was so fucking funny.”
“Am I laughing, Madison?”
“I guess not, but I’m also fairly sure you don’t care either.”
“I do care about you.”