I should have locked my door.

Instead I stood under the hot spray of the shower and watched my husband’s son’s cum slide down my thighs and disappear into the drain. My hands were shaking. My pussy was still swollen and sensitive from how hard he had fucked me over the kitchen counter. Every time the water hit my clit I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

When I finally stepped out and dried off, I didn’t put the nightie back on. I didn’t put anything on. I walked down the hall naked, heart hammering, and stopped in front of the guest room door.

It was already...