I was sitting on the edge of the bed while my wife was in the shower. Her phone was on the nightstand, the screen still glowing from her reply. I hadn’t planned on looking through her phone. Honestly. But the WhatsApp notification with the name «Taylor BBС» flashed too brightly. I remembered that Taylor’s name had been popping up in her conversations before, because he’d been her colleague before. The same one she’d «just talked to for work» for six months after leaving.
Even then, I thought he was working for a famous TV channel now. It even makes me laugh when I think about it. I clicked the icon. The chat was long. Really long. Then I started scrolling up and felt a knot in my stomach.
The first thing I noticed were the photos of her naked boobs. A perfect photo taken in our bedroom. My wife texted: «Do you still like the way they look?» His reply came a minute later: «Oh shit, Angie, you’re killing me. Send me more, just spread your legs wider.»
I scrolled further. It was all there. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror spreading her lips with two fingers, so he could see how wet she was. The next photo showed her on all fours on our bed, the camera facing from behind, her pussy glistening with arousal. «Shooting it just like you asked. Can you imagine entering me?» she texted him.
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