Chapter 9. The Loofah

"Oh God Kian! Yes baby more!"

I froze in my steps. I wasn't even gone for long and they are already having sex? So much for Kian's convincing words yesterday.

Frowning, I moved in the direction of her voice, and I'm shocked to see Caitlyn leaning against a sliding door, naked with my husband's loofah in hand. How she has that, I will never know.

Her eyes are closed, lips parted as she plays with her nipples. Her thighs are spread apart, Kian's loofah deep into her wet folds. I don't see Kian anywhere though, and I'm pissed to see her getting off on my husband's loofah. I can't believe that thing has been near my thighs once. I'll make sure to get Kian another one. I run up the stairs blindly, before slamming into my rock of a husband. Kian steadies me on my feet, and I take him in. He is topless, a towel wound around his neck. He's either going to the gym or going to meet Caitlyn. That thought makes my stomach churn.

"Farrah", his voice is as cool as the morn