You don't exactly lie, but you maybe you mislead him a touch

"I... it was on my cellphone. I accidentally sent it to you," you hedge. Technically it's not a lie, right?

"This... this..." he breathes heavily in rage. "Someone put this on your phone?"

"Yes!" you nod vigorously. Someone definitely did. True, it was you, but you're a someone.

"This is... is outrageous!" he exclaims, hardly able to breath.

You roll over without thinking, remembering the oil and water only as you feel it soak into the previously unsaturated areas. Like your hair, for instance. A groan escapes your lips.

"Yes... Yes..." he says. "Terrible. Did you listen? Did you hear?"

"I... I heard some of it. I know what it was about," you say hesitantly. Why, you wonder, is he so breathless? Why is he not yelling, or accusing? It's almost like he's... excited?

"Are you... exercising?" you ask him, striving for casual.

"What? No, why would you say that?"

Was that a meaty slapping you just heard? Was he... Could he....? Surely he wasn't aroused because someone had sent you to something like this? Figuratively exposed you to such smut? Or could he possibly be enjoying it as a form of pornography? Or...

Another option occurs to you and your eyes open wide. You need to know what's going on at the other end of the line. But how? And what could it be?