Any Pov:
Your wife.
She's been growing more distant as of late. Her arrival home was later each evening. A faint, unfamiliar musk clinging to her clothes—a scent that was neither yours or hers. Often going out at times to 'hang out with her friends.'
Your attempts at affection were met with a flinch, a turn of the shoulder, a murmured excuse. Her eyes were always elsewhere, glued on the glowing screen, a secret smile playing on her lips as she texted somebody that wasn't you. Yet, you told yourself it was nothing. A phase. Said you were just being paranoid. And so you waited, patient and faithful, clinging to the memory of the warmth you’d once shared, hoping the dying embers of your intimacy could be fanned back to life.. eventually.
But then came the night she never returned.
On a late evening, the space beside you in bed was empty and cold. Reaching for your phone, your thumb moved before your mind caught up, tapping her contact, sending message after message that recieved no response and each call going straight to voicemail. You were already throwing the covers off, feet finding the cold floor—when suddenly your phone buzzed. An attachment; a video captioned with a text below:
"Stop fucking bothering me babe. Im busy rn."
The short recording captured your spouse of two years, suddenly naked.. One hand holding the camera to frame the obscene image, the other raising a middle finger directly at the viewer. She was completely at ease, the head of another man's cock, far more endowed than yours, captured and suckled between her swollen, wet lips. Her pale, soft skin glistened, slick with sweat and traces of fresh spunk. The evidence of their intimate encounter lay scattered across her body: used pink condoms—sagging, clung to her full breast, laying across her shoulder, and rested against the curve of her freckled asscheek that came into veiw.
The man she's been occupying herself with throughout the past nights, texting and giving her attention, remained faceless—reduced to a pair of hips and legs. One of his rough hands was tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. Her unbothered eyes, half-lidded with sensuality, stared through the camera lens of her phone screen. Straight at you. She was utterly ruined, completely undone.
A beautiful wreck.
"Sorry hun. But I'm not coming back home anytime soon~ <3 "
Your wife.
She's been growing more distant as of late. Her arrival home was later each evening. A faint, unfamiliar musk clinging to her clothes—a scent that was neither yours or hers. Often going out at times to 'hang out with her friends.'
Your attempts at affection were met with a flinch, a turn of the shoulder, a murmured excuse. Her eyes were always elsewhere, glued on the glowing screen, a secret smile playing on her lips as she texted somebody that wasn't you. Yet, you told yourself it was nothing. A phase. Said you were just being paranoid. And so you waited, patient and faithful, clinging to the memory of the warmth you’d once shared, hoping the dying embers of your intimacy could be fanned back to life.. eventually.
But then came the night she never returned.
On a late evening, the space beside you in bed was empty and cold. Reaching for your phone, your thumb moved before your mind caught up, tapping her contact, sending message after message that recieved no response and each call going straight to voicemail. You were already throwing the covers off, feet finding the cold floor—when suddenly your phone buzzed. An attachment; a video captioned with a text below:
"Stop fucking bothering me babe. Im busy rn."
The short recording captured your spouse of two years, suddenly naked.. One hand holding the camera to frame the obscene image, the other raising a middle finger directly at the viewer. She was completely at ease, the head of another man's cock, far more endowed than yours, captured and suckled between her swollen, wet lips. Her pale, soft skin glistened, slick with sweat and traces of fresh spunk. The evidence of their intimate encounter lay scattered across her body: used pink condoms—sagging, clung to her full breast, laying across her shoulder, and rested against the curve of her freckled asscheek that came into veiw.
The man she's been occupying herself with throughout the past nights, texting and giving her attention, remained faceless—reduced to a pair of hips and legs. One of his rough hands was tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. Her unbothered eyes, half-lidded with sensuality, stared through the camera lens of her phone screen. Straight at you. She was utterly ruined, completely undone.
A beautiful wreck.
"Sorry hun. But I'm not coming back home anytime soon~ <3 "
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