a shameful response

“Yes?” I answered, shaking my head of the fog that had enveloped it.

“It’s me. Let me in,” my girlfriend answered.

“I’m about to take a shower. Gimme a minute.” I responded. I had to wash away the scent of her husband’s cock. Maybe it was paranoia, but I could swear the proof that his dick had been in my mouth was obvious and easily seen and reeked.

I turned on the water and let it run over my body, grabbed the soap and scrubbed as hard as I could. I washed my face to remove all of his residue or, at least, all that my paranoia had led me to believe was there. After about twenty minutes, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, only to find Adrianna spread eagle on the toilet seat. Her pussy was drenched and so were her fingers.