by Zeptimius Hedrapor
"He just left for work," her husky voice says over the phone, "and now I'm all alone in this big bed." Minutes later, he jumps out of his sloppily parked BMW and runs, undressing, toward the back door she left unlocked. He is as naked as she is when he enters the bed, and her. Halfway into it, he decides he wants to act like a dog. Throwing aside the covers to admire her as he pushes into her, his eyes read the words scrawled in black marker on her lower back: IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU'RE FUCKING MY WIFE. Then his ear catches a tiny, almost unnoticeable sound from behind.
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