I’m standing there, drink in hand, trying to act normal while my mind races. She sent me this fucking picture, her lips wrapped tight around some stranger’s cock, tongue swirling like she’s savoring every inch. The bastard’s hand is steady, guiding his dick deep into her throat. I can almost hear her gagging, the wet sounds of her mouth working him over. Who the fuck is he? Someone from the party, probably laughing at me right now, knowing he’s got my wife’s lips around his cock. I scan the room, every guy a suspect, every smile a taunt. She won’t tell me whose dick it is, just left me here to wonder, to imagine her on her knees, sucking him off while I’m left with nothing but this fucking image and a raging hard-on.
