I come next to you. You look at me. As I approach you say:
'Something happened. Another man came in me, but you weren't there. Now my pussy's all sloppy and my panties are a mess. I'm sorry honey.'
I know what to do. I pull them off. They're wet with tepid male cum.
I linger a bit, but I'm becoming impatient. Dare I ask if I can fellate a cock to completion? But before I muster the courage, you ask me 'Would you let me kiss you if I did something bad? I think I'm going to do something bad.'
I know what this means. You're naked on a bed with a man. People are watching. You're going to suck him to completion. And you're going to kiss me, aren't you? Is your mouth going to feed me cum?
I wish I could be as beautiful as you are sucking cock. Your tongue, your lips, your hands. I see your wedding ring. Your hair. How calm you are as you feel him tense. Kiss me. I try to taste his cock on your breath. I ask him if he's going to cum in your mouth...