After Sex Cigar

Sergei smoked a cigar — biting down. The tobacco after sex was good. Anna asleep in his hotel bed. Naked. Panting. Pink. They had been at it all night. It was 3 AM and he could hear the birds from the balcony.

Sergei and Anna left the beer house together. His hand around her on her plump rear. Anna?! Her husband watched — dropping his plate. His heart shattering. He was too weak to even stop them walking off. A dry shout. He just watched. Anna turned her head. A glance. A wild look. Eyes with the shrewdness that his angelic wife never had. Sergei chewed the cigar. This was good work.

RING RING RING — He looked at his phone. Cameron. His love.

And yes… he loved her. Even a monster can love, right? Her pussy was the best he had ever tasted. But more so — he was the only woman to check him. Fight back and more often than not, win.

“Baby! How is my favourite girl?” Sergei said.

“That implies I am one of many girls…” Cameron said. Bitter.

“You know I’m loyal…” he lied, “You are the only one for me…”

“Shush! W-when are you coming home?” She said. She wanted intimacy. She felt alone.

“Two days darling — And then you will have my undivided attention…” He smiled.