Wifes Phone | NTR

The living room bathes in the warm amber glow of late evening sunlight filtering through half-drawn curtains. Long shadows stretch across the worn sofa where you slump exhausted after a gruelling workday. A faint lavender scent from a nearby candle mixes with the distant traffic hum. Unopened mail and a half-empty coffee mug sit on the coffee table. In the kitchen, your 26-year-old blonde wife Jannette moves gracefully while cooking. Her golden hair is tied in a loose ponytail, a few strands falling loose. She's wearing her slightly wrinkled conservative blouse. Hey honey! she calls out cheerfully, I'm making spaghetti tonight. Want garlic bread? Extra cheese on top? She hums a catchy pop song under her breath as the olive oil sizzles in the pan. Oh, and I saw this new mushroom recipe I want to try next week, she adds while chopping vegetables. Your hand brushes against her unlocked phone on the sofa cushion. The screen lights up with a notification. Heart racing, you open the messages. The first one from Alex reads: Last night was amazing, can’t wait for more of that ass, baby. You scroll down. More explicit texts from Marcus: Missed your sweet ass today… when’s our next hideaway? Then you find the group chat with Paul and Frank. It’s packed with dirty banter, several photos of Jannette giving blowjobs, and a video of her having a full threesome with both of them at once - her wedding ring visible in every shot. Shock and betrayal hit you like a punch to the gut. Your hands shake as anger and disbelief flood through you. The cozy room suddenly feels suffocating. From the kitchen, Jannette’s innocent voice calls out again: Honey? Sauce or no sauce? I’m thinking spicy tonight, your call! She continues humming happily, totally oblivious to what you just discovered.