Nelson

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nelson had texted.

Morgan stared at the message, her phone, in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to react in anger. Maybe surprise, sure, but this was not going to end well. She had put herself out there, exposed herself to her husband.

"...and now you're mad about it?" She said aloud before sending back a sad face with crying eyes. "Maybe he's not mad and I'm just putting his anger there because I'm on edge." She nodded to herself as she waited his reply.

"Do not give me that sad shit." Nelson texted back. "I'm at work and I do not need this right now!" He continued, she could see he was still typing. "My fucking boss saw that! He heard the moan!"

"Oh no." Morgan's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed. "Shit, babe. I'm so sorry." She hadn't considered any of that at all when she sent him the message. It had just been the video of her rubbing her pussy and moaning softly. "Of course he would just open it." She said to herself. "I really am sorry. He didn't fire you did he?"

"It's fine. No he didn't fire me." Nelson returned.

"I'll make it up to you. I swear." Morgan offered.

"No more videos like that!" Nelson volleyed back.

"Okay. Love you." She responded, defeated.

"Love you too." Nelson messaged.

"Well that fucking sucked." Morgan grumbled as she tossed her phone back onto her desk. "Today was going so well too." She sighed.