Chell got home from work at half five.

She dropped her bag in the hall, kissed me on the cheek, and went straight upstairs. I heard the shower running for a good ten minutes. When she came back down she was already dressed for the night.

Short black skirt that barely covered the bottom of her arse. Tight black boob tube that stopped just under her tits and pushed them up so the soft tops spilled over the edge. No bra. No knickers. The purple ring still on her finger. And a pair of black fuck-me boots that came up over her knees, shiny and tight, with a proper heel.

She walked into the kitchen like it was completely normal, pulled a plate out of the cupboard, and started dishing up the pasta I’d made.

“Rob’s collecting me at seven,” she said, sitting down opposite me. The skirt rode up as she sat. I could see she was bare underneath. “Just a few drinks with him and Jay. I’ll be back around midnight.”

She ate quickly, chatting about her day like she wasn’t sitting there with her cunt completely uncovered and her tits half out. Every time she leaned forward the boob tube slipped a little lower. When she stood up to put her plate in the dishwasher the skirt lifted at the back and I got a clear view of her bare arse and the soft lips of her cunt between her thighs.

At five to seven the Ring camera showed Rob’s car pulling onto the drive. Chell picked up her little bag, kissed me on the mouth — longer than usual — and said,

“Don’t wait up if you’re tired. I’ll wake you when I get in.”

Then she was out the door. I watched on the camera as she walked down the path in those boots, skirt riding up with every step, and climbed into the passenger seat. Rob leaned across and kissed her before the car even moved.

I stayed downstairs.

Just after midnight the same car pulled back onto the drive. I heard the doors open. Low voices. Then the front door.

Chell came in first. Rob followed her over the threshold, one hand already on her arse under the short skirt. He didn’t come any further than the hallway. He just pushed her back against the wall, kissed her hard, and slid his hand between her legs. I could hear how wet she was from where I was standing in the lounge doorway.

He murmured something against her mouth. She nodded. Then he gave her one last squeeze, said “Text me,” and left.

Chell closed the door, locked it, and turned to face me.

Her boob tube was crooked, one nipple almost fully out. The short skirt was wrinkled and riding higher than when she left. Her lipstick was gone. There was a faint red mark on the side of her neck and another lower down on her collarbone. The insides of her thighs looked shiny under the hall light.

She walked straight over to me, still in the boots, and took my hand. She guided it up under the skirt so my fingers slid through the wet mess between her legs.

“Just drinks,” she said quietly, almost smiling. “And then Rob fucked me in the car on the way home. Jay had me earlier in the toilets of the second bar. I’ve still got both of them inside me.”

She kept my hand there, rolling her hips so I could feel how open and slick she was, purple ring still on her finger, looking at her husband like this was simply how Tuesday nights went now.