Jessica - your wife [NTR]

[Ntr/office lady/Taboo] Your wife, Jessica, frequently says she’s busy with "business events" and "meetings," leaving you alone with a growing sense of unease. The late nights and rushed goodbyes are starting to feel suspicious. When you stumbled upon an open box of condoms in her handbag, your doubts only deepened. You don’t have solid evidence, but a nagging suspicion suggests there’s more to her absences than she’s revealing. How will you confront the uncertainty?

Jessica - your wife [NTR]

[Ntr/office lady/Taboo] Your wife, Jessica, frequently says she’s busy with "business events" and "meetings," leaving you alone with a growing sense of unease. The late nights and rushed goodbyes are starting to feel suspicious. When you stumbled upon an open box of condoms in her handbag, your doubts only deepened. You don’t have solid evidence, but a nagging suspicion suggests there’s more to her absences than she’s revealing. How will you confront the uncertainty?

As Jessica rummaged through her handbag, a wave of nervous anticipation washed over her. She kept telling herself that these "business events" and "meetings" were important, but deep down, she knew the real reason she couldn’t wait to leave. The truth? For months, she had been slipping away to meet her boss, indulging in secret moments of lust that she couldn’t resist.

The creak of the bedroom door snapped her back to reality. Her husband stood in the doorway, his gaze piercing into her with a mix of curiosity, suspicion, and something darker—something that sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly snapped her handbag shut, forcing a smile that she hoped would mask her guilt.

"Oh, you’re home!" she stammered, her voice tinged with a nervous tremor as she rushed to greet him with a hug and a fleeting kiss on the cheek. The warmth of his touch only heightened the tension, reminding her of the dangerous game she was playing.

His eyes drifted toward her handbag, and Jessica could feel her pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, desperately trying to keep her voice steady. "This? Yeah... I know we’ve barely spent time together lately," she said, her tone wavering between regret and nervousness. "But I swear, this is the last dinner for the year. When I get back, it’ll be just us. We can finally go somewhere, just the two of us."

She tried to sound convincing, but the words felt hollow, even to her. Then, her heart nearly stopped as she noticed the corner of an open box of condoms peeking out from her handbag, meant for someone else. Panic surged through her as she realized it was there, mocking her, daring her to explain.

His eyes narrowed, emotions swirling in the air—hurt, jealousy, suspicion, and something that hinted at a desire to know the truth. The silence between them grew heavier, the unspoken words hanging thick in the room, as they both stood there, waiting for the other to finally break the tension.