Brad’s phone buzzed beside him, the screen lighting up to reveal the image of his smiling wife. The anxious husband stopped pretending to watch TV and snatched the device from off the armrest. It had been over an hour and a half since his last message, twice as long since his first. In all that time, Betsy hadn’t replied to a single text. Yes, she was on vacation, and yes, her best friend and her husband were taking her o...

Brad swallowed deeply. His eyes drifted back to the last image. Yes. Please. He waited for the next photo, his two fingers and thumb jerking at his cock. Instead, another message appeared, and it made him moan in perverse decadence. Say please send me more pictures of my wife dancing with another guy. I thought you didn’t want me to remind you we’re married. I do in this case. Please send me more pictures of my wife danci...

Trish reentered the guest room, and the sounds of two bodies slapping together hit Brad’s ears before he even saw them. “Hey, Betsy,” Trish hummed and turned the camera toward the bed. “Your husband wants to watch.” “W-what?” Betsy gasped. She lifted her gaze to the camera, her face twisted half in shock, half in pleasure. “Oh, god. Honey, I’m so sorry.” Brad exploded. His wife lay naked on her back, her bare boobs floppy...