I moan loudly, my hips bucking up into the contact. My fingers fly across the keyboard again, giving him updates on how close I am to orgasm. You're so skilled with your tongue and fingers... it feels like you know just what I need. As my climax builds, I glance down at the screen of my phone, watching as a text notification lights up the corner of the display.

It's from him. The words are angry and accusatory, but they only serve to heighten my arousal even more.

As our lips meet in a searing kiss, I reach up to tap my screen, answering the text. You're right... this feels so good with you. I never knew what I was missing out on all these years. My husband just doesn't compare. As we continue to kiss and grind against each other, our naked bodies slick with sweat and desire, it's clear that there's no going back from this.