Eventually

One hour and twenty-two minutes passed.

You had not moved from the couch. The poker table still sat untouched in the middle of the room. Your phone remained dark in your hand until it suddenly lit up again with the same unsaved number.

Another video. No text.

You pressed play.

The camera opened on Brian.

He stood in the centre of the living room, completely naked, skin shiny with sweat. His arms were raised above his head in a broad, triumphant gesture as the room around him erupted in cheers and applause. His cock hung half-hard in front of him, visibly wet along its length, glistening under the lights. People clapped him on the back, shouted congratulations, laughed, and raised drinks in his direction. Someone yelled something crude that made the whole group roar.

Brian turned slightly, still smiling, still accepting the noise, and the camera panned just enough to show what was behind him.

Katie lay on the couch.

Naked, her hair was a complete mess, sticking to her face and shoulders. Her cheeks were deeply flushed. Her mouth hung slightly open as she breathed hard, chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. She looked dazed, eyes half-lidded, staring at nothing in particular. One arm and one leg dangled limply off the edge of the couch. Her whole body glistened under the lights—skin damp, inner thighs shiny, the faint sheen of sweat (or something else) catching every movement of the camera.

The cheering continued around Brian as he stood over her like the centre of the room.

You watched the video to its end, then sat in silence.

It still wasn’t total proof.

You hadn’t seen him inside her. You hadn’t seen the exact moment of anything. The wetness on his cock could have been from sliding against her slick pussy. The state of Katie’s body could have been from how long he had edged her. The dangling limbs and dazed expression could have been exhaustion from the show she had been forced to put on. Your mind kept offering every alternative explanation it could find, even as the image of her wrecked and glowing on the couch behind him burned itself deeper.

You set the phone down carefully on the cushion beside you.

The party a few doors down was still going.

And your wife still had not come home.