The Morning After Guilt

I woke up to the sound of the shower running. My body ached in the most delicious way every muscle sore, my p***y and ass still tender and sticky with dried c*m. I stretched like a satisfied cat, a small smile playing on my lips. Last night wasn’t just s*x. It was liberation. Jimmy was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed in a white robe, staring at his phone. His face looked conflicted. “Morning, baby,” I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. He looked at me, eyes filled with a mixture of love and something darker regret? Jealousy? “Morning,” he muttered. “You… you okay?” I sat up, not bothering to cover my naked body. “I’m more than okay. Last night was incredible.” Jimmy’s jaw tightened. “You came so many times. You screamed his name more than mine.” His voice cracked slightly. “I thought I’d enjoy watching, but… seeing you like that with him…” My heart twisted. I crawled closer and straddled his lap, cupping his face. “Hey. I love you. What happened last night doesn’t change that. You gave me that gift.” He searched my eyes. “But you want more, don’t you?”