And my wife came

That night wasn't the same.
My wife's perfume was rubbed with too much musk.
I could smell. My friend's cologne with a sexual tinge.
Heartbeats pulsate.
Mind speaks:
" she's been fucked "
" your friend satisfied her more?"
" Am I overthinking"
*ting* * video message received*
Phone on vibration and my body shivers.

What could have been the reality?
He fucked her or not? At my back while I cooked at home?
Video will state. It States:
Her face, upside down. Looking into my piercing mind.
As if she's been overwhelmed with the torments as my friend is a demon.
His girth above her face swinging, and she'd gasp like a hungry slave.

" give it in..mgmghghhfhdhdhghah.."
She could not say much, my friend did.
Facing back at the camera while he takes her skull in his face. Alive and dead eyes.
Brain pings " she is gone. owned. "

Minutes of face fucking and limitless saliva that my wife has produced.
His girth pinging her face like a whore for use, on the manhood induced.

* two more videos received*
* four pictures received *
" She came to me. I gave just the trailer. I did not use any rubber sheaths."
" Drop her back to me for the night "

her phone pings * 2 messages received *
I spin. Upside down.
She yawns and checks the message.
No sleep was she in.
She has just come.
She has just came. With him leaking through the pants I gifted her last week.