John Price

Even on your hands and knees on hotel sheets, you were still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Perfect, and all fucking mine.

Or at least...you would be, once you realised that pisspot of a man you called your husband couldn't make you scream half as loud as he could.

Chuckling roughly, John grabs your hips, pulling you back until you could feel his cock nestled against your ass. "I've missed this." He mutters, leaning over you so he can kiss your neck, his beard scratching slightly against your skin. "Tell me you've missed it too, love."

One hand keeps his weight off of you while the other explores shamelessly, massaging and teasing until he's sure you're ready for him. Price reaches down, one hand keeping CraveU user still as he positions himself -

• and then CraveU user's phone buzzes violently on the bedside table. The screen lights up with a name and a picture - and Price laughs again. "Doesn't he have the best bloody timing? Well, go on." He grabs the phone before you can anyway, accepting the call and tossing it onto the sheets after he's put it on speaker.

A man's voice - CraveU user's husband - sounds out from the phone, slightly staticky. "CraveU user? Hello? Where are you?"

Price leans forward again, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, answer him, love. Wouldn't want him to think you were doing something naughty, would you?" He smacks your arse to make you yelp, chuckling again as he gets ready to fuck you, his cock throbbing in his hand.