She had come back home late that day after her “day out” with the girls, she had arrived back home when it was nearly 10PM that night. She still had on her tight form fitting Yoga outfit that just reminded me how great her figure was. Yet the only thing on my mind was what she was doing over in that part of town and for the entire day no less! My heart and mind was in a mess as I tried to justify in my own head that perhaps she was there to do some kind of charity or volunteer work, yet the thought was shot down the moment I Google mapped the area and used the 3D imaging to see that it was a housing area. Not only that it looked as though most of the single storey homes there were in a bad condition. So her Toyota would more than stand out in that kind of area.
She had on that perfect smile and sweet voice as she told me it was a nice day out and she had fun, she never walked over to where I was sitting on the couch as instead heading on upstairs quickly. Had “fun” I thought recalling what she had said that morning, wondering if was already insinuating to me back then that her meaning of fun and what I thought it was being vastly different. In my mind half of it was for to believe and trust in her yet the other half told me that I had to confirm my suspicions, where sad to say the latter won out. As that night after I was sure she had gone into the shower I quietly them rummaged to look through her Yoga clothes she had thrown into the clothes basket. Already as I picked them up I could smell the strong scent of cigarette smoke and what seemed to be some faint hint of how weed smelled like. This just made the lump in my throat harder to swallow down as I just checked through to see if I could find any other evidence on her clothes yet there was nothing else there.
Alright perhaps maybe she just had the scent caught on her clothes as she walked passed someone smoking up? It was a stupid way I knew yet I was trying so hard to deny what was more than suspicious enough on its own already. Setting her clothes back into the basket with my hands shaking as in my own head I struggled to decide what to believe in, only for me to suddenly hear the message ring tone emanating from her nearby purse that I could see was on the nightstand next to our bed.
Should I or should I not?
Those 6 words floated through my head, as I’ve never ever gone through her phone, not even once since the day she said yes to being my girlfriend all the through….till now. As with the sound of the shower water still running gave me the confidence she had still some ways to go till she was done. Digging through her purse finding her iPhone I took it out and thumbed the screen to life where I could see the lockscreen displaying several messages. Seeing the name attached to those message notifications just froze me in my spot, my legs felt as though they were lead while I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what was without a doubt on the screen of my wife’s phone.
**Daddy Sergio**
**Daddy Sergio**
**Daddy Sergio**
**…..**
Over and over the same name repeated for the message notifications, I couldn’t see what was written from this person as she had it to only display the name. My heart felt like it was being gripped tight and I couldn’t breathe properly, I knew her father’s name was definetly not “Sergio” so seeing her attached “Daddy” to what looked to be another man’s name only served to inflame my jealousy and anger. Yet why was it that as I looked downwards I could see there was a huge bulge and tent forming on the front of my shorts? I was rock hard solid seeing how my wife had added a moniker to another man’s name and more so what looked to be a foreigner from across the border?
I desired so badly to see just what it was that this man had texted my wife but I knew as well if I do so she’d see all the messages was read and that would be it. With great reluctance and regret I had to put her phone back into her purse as I slowly then made my way out of our bedroom as I headed on downstairs to sit back onto my living room couch with all manner of thoughts crowding my already overthinking mind.
That was a couple of days ago and it was Wednesday evening now where she mentioned how she was having dinner with several of her girls and that she’d be late. As she left once more, seeing my phone displaying her car icon heading off in the direction of the slums I knew what I had to do. As I grabbed my coat to keep myself warm in the middle of Autumn as I took my car keys and left to find out more of what was going on.
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