No, but your wife might

You don’t respond to the text. You delete all your sent pictures. You try to get rid of as much evidence as you can. You try to think of anything but big milky tits to hide your boner.

You casually walk downstairs. You look around. Your brother is casually playing a card game at the table. His wife is his partner on the other side. You wish you had X-ray vision to see what’s she’s wearing underneath.

Everything is totally normal. Until your eyes land on your wife, who is trying to melt you with her glare. With one finger, she commands you to follow her.

You follow her outside. You decide to lie your ass off.

Once the door is shut, she explodes, “Why is your brother sending you these pictures of his wife to you!?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t even have my phone.”

“Do you send pictures like that of me to him?”

My wife couldn’t never taken a picture like those. There are no wonder bras in the world able to push up with tiny boobs.

I keep playing dumb, “I still have no clue what you’re talking about, but I don’t send him any pictures of you.”

“I don’t believe you! You two have some weird sex thing going on! I don’t like it.”

You try to reason with her, “I’m sure it was a mistake. Like a butt dial. Did he look like he was sending pictures?.”

She nods, “You’re right. No way would he send those pictures of his wife to his own big brother. But your brother shouldn’t even have those pictures. They’re perverted.”

“I still don’t even know what pictures you’re talking about. Show me.”

“I’m not showing you these obscene pictures!”

“Why are they obscene?”

“Because it’s your brother’s wife and she’s indecent.”

“How is she indecent?”

“Her big boobs are hanging out!”

Your wife has never said the word ‘boob’ in her life. It shows, because it’s so awkward coming out of her conservative mouth like her lips refuse to pronounce the word.

I say, “No way she has big boobs. She’s a little woman.”

Your wife holds out her arms in front of her chest. “They’re out to here. I’m sure they’re implants. Your brother married a prostitute. I don’t want her in this family.”

She’s shaking her head. Working herself up. You can use this.

You nod, “You’re right. Fake boobs don’t belong in this family.” (Heavy hanging naturals only.) “I say that we expose them. Everyone will see her and her bolted on enhancements. They’ll all agree that she doesn’t belong in this family.”

She tilts her head like she doesn’t quite agree with my approach but she likes my sentiment. “Yes. Let’s work together to get this devil out of the family.”

As long as I get to strip her naked and see those big tanned tits in person, I’ll tar and feather my brother’s wife.