My wife has never been a jealous woman and I have never been a wondering eye.

We finished our breakfast, and Jen had a date with her other work friend Alison, who we were close with but was a much more conservative Christian. Her husband had passed away three years ago, but she still struggled with feelings of survivors guilt and her loss of him. Jen did a great job of cheering her up and providing her with companionship. I had more things to do in the basement, and I thought maybe I could do some more research on that document and what I thought was Latin.

After knocking down that wall from yesterday and building a new temporary wall to support the first floor while I got the LVL beam from the lumber yard, I stopped at Jersey Mikes to grab a delicious sandwich, got home, and emailed that picture to my laptop. I pulled up a Google image search to see if I could find any of the words that were in the document. Low and behold, it was Latin. Now I just had to print out a Latin alphabet and use a large language model AI to decipher the text. But that was going to have to wait until Jen is out of the house again, as I just heard the garage door open and the sound of her car pulling in.

I went upstairs to greet Jen and see how things went with Alison. Jen was pouring herself a protein drink and toweling off.

"Hey there, honey, why are you so sweaty? I thought you guys were going to have lunch at that cafe." I started.

"Turns out the cafe was closed because everyone has the flu, so since we were right down the road from the park, we decided to go jogging so we could talk and exercise at the same time. Hence the sweatiness and the protein drink."

"Well, did you guys have a good talk, at least?" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Yeah, we had a great talk! We talked about how she is finally starting to get a game plan for moving on; she joined a gym and has really gotten in shape! She has an appointment with the plastic surgeon next week to finally have her boobs done." This wasn't as shocking as it first sounded. Yes, Alison is a conservative Christian woman, but she had breast cancer five years ago and had to have a double mastectomy. She had been putting off the breast implant surgery while her husband was sick, and after he passed, she didn't really see a need to have them done because of her depression and isolation.

"Well, I am glad she is finally getting things sorted out; she deserves to have a second chance at being happy." I said

"Hey honey, look at this..." my wife said, holding her phone out to me. I absentmindedly took it, expecting to see an armadillo eating lettuce or a baby smearing peanut butter all over itself.

Instead, I see a picture of Alison in her underwear bent over, pulling up her pants; her top was off, but she was turned so I could see both her toned trunk and arms, as well as her small but shaply rear. I almost dropped the phone like it was hot, jerking my head at my wife with a WTF look.

"What the heck? Why did you show me that!?" I asked incredulously.

"I wanted you to see how fit Alison has gotten; don't you think she looks hot?" Now I was very suspicious of my wife, as this is the second time in 24 hours she has tried to get me to admit one of her close friends was attractive. Either this was some type of test, or maybe she was insecure? Or are you thinking she is bisexual? I don't fucking know!

"Alison looks like she has worked really hard, but I am not going to answer your other question because A you took this picture without her consent and B she is our friend, and I do not think about her like that." Picking up the phone and handing it back to her.

"Oh, you're no fun! You wouldn't want to put your feet up on that caboose while she fed you grapes and did your taxes?" With a big grin on her face.

"Now I know you're fucking with me!" I sighed. "I'll get you back for messing with me, you know." pointedly back to her.

"Promises, promises" as she turned around, bent over, and slapped her ass then grabbed a hand full and squeezed it before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

The rest of the evening went pretty normally; we settled down to watch some TV. I had printed out the Latin alphabet and was slowly translating the Latin into English so I could input it into the large language model. My wife was watching a horrific show about sister wives and brainwashing cults, although I have to admit it was more interesting than Dr. Pimplepopper or my 600lb life...

I was still working on things when my wife got up to get ready for bed. She didn't come back out to wish me a good night, so I figured she was tired and just went to sleep. About a half hour later, I got ready for bed and headed into the bedroom. I wasn't expecting what I saw when I opened the door...