Double Bombshells

SARA

Hastily handing over the pregnancy test results to Christian, Sara placed a hand over there lips, trying to stop the sob that threatened to spill out from within.

Seconds passed, minutes too, with the silence between then growing in folds, and she could only watch as he stared down at the papers, his hands visibly shaking furiously.

She waited for him to say something, and at long last when nothing seemed to be forthcoming she broke the dreaded quietude.

“Won’t you say something?” She began with a sniffle, but he said nothing.

Shoulders dropping further, Sara continued, “I know the past few days have been hell for both of us. I mean, you seeing these… I don’t even know what to call it now and…”

“You keep saying you don’t know what to call them Sara, but I’ll help you madame. They are nudes miss, fucking nudes. Pictures of another man fucking you. Pictures of a man, fucking what I called mine. Look at your facial expression in those pictures Sara, you freaking enjoyed every single