Home... Angry and Worried

I go home. There is no where else to go.

I drink some whisky, sit aimlessly for a couple of hours waiting for her to come home. Eventually, I acknowledge she will not be back tonight, and I drift up to bed. I am angry, and humiliated, but more importantly worried about my wife - where is she and is she safe. In my minds eye I can imagine my wife's dress up around her waist as he fucks her, just like a porn scene. But deep down I don't really think she would do it - this must be a tease, surely....

My phone pings. I grab it, maybe it is Helen wanting me to pick her up. Maybe she's been in an accident. Maybe...

I open the text message - under the title 'Night, night Cuck" there is a close up picture of a pussy, dripping with fresh cum". My emotions multiply times 10, but now angry has taken front and centre. But I look closer, and I am pretty sure that is not Helen's pussy. I am sure this is a tease. It is making my hard and I am genuinely confused by my emotions.

I have too much whiskey, and then drift off to sleep