You walk into your bedroom and are astonished to find me and your husband in 
bed together.  I'm lying flat on my back, with my legs in the air and my 
platforms--which are all I'm wearing besides my lusty, wanton smile--thrown 
over his shoulders as he kneels there and pounds me.  You gasp in shock at 
the sight, and both of us turn to look at you.

He immediately assumes a very guilty expression, but keeps going.  I've been 
teasing him mercilessly for the last two hours, making use of my hands, 
mouth, breasts and cunt to bring him to the edge, then stopping to tightly 
clamp my fingers around the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming.  
He's too focused on shooting his jism in my pussy right now, and I'm sure 
I'm not helping things by pulling his head back in my direction, urging him 
to watch how nicely my 36-D's bounce as he fucks me!

With a groan, he suddenly pulls out and begins spurting all over my belly.  
Usually he likes to cum in my mouth, on my neck and breasts, or deep inside 
my insatiable cunt... but obviously he's attempting to lessen the amount of 
trouble he currently finds himself in.  As I look over at you with my 
self-satisfied sneer, I can see that it won't.  Nor do I care, as he's 
nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat to me to use as I please.

As he leaves the room under your baleful glare, I unabashedly rub his sticky 
jism over the surface of my smooth, flat tummy, dipping my finger into my 
navel where a little pool of cum has formed, and sucking the jism into my 
mouth.

As he makes his exit, your attention turns to me, and I only snicker at you, 
totally forgetting that you are taller and stronger than I am an also that 
I'm quite physically exhausted after the past two hours of adulterous 
fucking and sucking.  Stopping to close the door,
you take a step toward the bed...