The Wife's Nightmare | Y/N

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THE WIFE

we heard our front door banging.
We looked at each other. "expecting someone?" she asked. I shook my head no, "oh no, reporters?" she panicked

"nope. I took care of that, I will go check" I told her 

"I will go with you." she put on a pair of short loose pants, she loves them cause they are comfortable and makes her dick rest easily. Plus, she looks damn hot in them too. I unhooked a robe. we went downstairs.

She approached the door. peeped into the hole and saw someone. "what the--" she muttered opening the door...it was Cairo.

she threw herself in, she looked dirty, and she stank with torn clothes. "Were you at war?" my wife asked chuckling.

"I need to talk to you!" she demanded. "In private!" she was talking to me.
"I don't hide nothing from my wife go ahead and say it... Oh baby before she says much, I forgot to tell you I gave her gadgets to Roman. A little cute kid on the street"

My wife looked confused. I guess I will explain later

"Oh, your wife knows everything huh? Does she know, you cheated on her long before the cheated on you?"

"What?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, your sweet, innocent wife. Had an affair. My source told me, It was gonna be a surprise but she was evil to me tonight, she deserves no surprises. Beyonce had an Affair during her tour in South America." Cairo said and exited.

I looked at my wife. "Please say something, tell me she's lying," My wife said.

"It wasn't an affair I swear, we just hang out during my tour, she was from Colombia, we talked and developed a bond then we hang out every night after my show." I defended

"And I'm now hearing about this?"

"Come on Y/N you married Kim when you were 16 and I recently just found out. You ain't exactly innocent"

"You're right!" She said sarcastically and walked away
"I know you have questions."

"Oh trust me, baby, I have a feeling this ain't no good for me to make you revisit. Your secret, I will bury you with it. Good night Wifey" Y/n said and climbed up the stairs.

that little piece of shit. I started pacing on the floor, I sat down and drank some wine, thinking of a way my marriage would survive this one. I went upstairs and she wasn't asleep, she was in bed looking up at the roof silently thinking.

I got in bed. She placed a pillow between us. Sex deprivation square feet 1.

"Her name is Sofia V. Colombian-American. She lives in South Carolina. Actress."

"I didn't hear you mention the status of your relationship. I expect 'we're just friend baby I swear' but nope, obviously more lies is coming. So, did you and this Sofia girl, kiss?"

I choked on my own saliva. Coughed a little.
"How deep was the kiss?" she didn't wait for me to answer the First question.

"was it a nice to meet you, safe trip, until we meet again, kiss?" I was tongue-tight.

"Right. Did your untitled, very anonymous relationship with Sofia, end there?" she continued

"Yes!"  l answered
"Why? Because suddenly you remembered you had a wife?"

"No, I mean yes. No, what?" damn that was a trap.
"No, so it ended because you were going to your separate lives. Did you have sex with her? Did it cross your mind?"