Vivian’s pov

“Hey baby, I’m home,” Daniel called as he came through the front door, keys hitting the usual spot on the table by the stairs.

I was already in the kitchen trying to look normal, hair fixed, makeup redone, fresh panties on, the wet ruined ones from earlier buried deep in the bottom of the laundry basket where he would never look.

I had scrubbed between my legs in the shower until the water ran cold and my skin felt raw but I could still feel Robert’s cum like it had soaked into me and refused to leave.

My pussy was still sore and slightly swollen from how hard...