Wrong and Right

Wrong Way

The war over me started as soon as we were
naked with the other guy
aggressive and fucking me so hard I
gagged on Hubby's cock and he was
slapping my ass and calling me a
slut, which might have worked if we'd been
alone but my husband's
waning erection told me that the
night wasn't right and though I'd
wanted to show the guy a
night to remember instead I
showed him the door.

Right Way

There often comes a moment when his
insistent thrusts take away your
powers of concentration and your
mouth drops my member, so I
sit up and pull your flushed and
sweating face into a kiss that
tastes of all three of us.