Could you write a scene where I come in from work and find my boyfriend fucking my best friend and I join in?

"Ahhh," you sigh as your key turns in the lock easily and your welcomed by the warmth of home. You weren't supposed to be home tonight, but mercifully, your boss didn't need you to work the early shift tomorrow morning, allowing you to go home.

Turning right towards the living room first, you yawn and pull your feet out of your heels then saunter to the sofa. Half asleep and not really paying attention to your surroundings, you stretch your arm up your back and unclasp your bra, pulling it down the arm of your top and throwing it on the floor. Pulling off your hair tie, you comb your fingers through your hair and sit down, barely registering the sound of rustling of fabric in the silence.

Sat on the sofa and absentmindedly drifting your hand down your body, circling one of your nipples through your top, before hooking around the waistband of your panties and gently tugging them down to your ankles. After thoroughly unravelling your skirt, you peel it off the rest of the way and toss it on the floor, the sound of your clothes ruffling, letting you know they weren't landing in a neat pile.

Leaning back with a contented sigh, you look around the room and yawn before getting up, pulling your top up off your head and dropping it to the floor too before walking naked to the bedroom.

Making the short distance towards the room, you blink, realizing the bedroom light was still on. Tiptoeing to the door, you hear moaning and groaning coming from behind it and your blood runs cold.

Searching your soul for what could be beyond the threshold of the door, you push it open quickly to see your best friend Tiffany with her mouth around your boyfriends cock.

"Tiff! TIFF!" you shout in shock, unable to comprehend the scene in front of you fully as she blinks up at you, letting her lips slip off of his cock and looking at you, surprise and horror written across her face.

"The fuck is this?" You stand there, your face an unreadable mask, keeping your hands on your hips, clearly caught in a faze of shock.

"Babe!" Your boyfriend gasps, his hands instantly shooting out towards the duvet and pulling it up to cover himself. "It's not, we weren't." He tried to say but couldn't bring himself to complete the sentences.

"Without me?" You say, more annoyed than anything else.

"Babe, I'm so sorry." Tiffany began to say before stopping herself. "Wait, what?" She said confused.

"You couldn't wait for me?" You ask, walking towards the bed, grabbing at the duvet cover and pulling it away from your boyfriends clutches.