Wife’s Bitter Regret
To attract more potential customers, my wife decided to join the cycling community.
During the two months I was away on a business trip, she posted new cycling routes every single day on the map and became a well-known cycling socialite in the local scene.
A neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag pointed straight to my backyard.
[Dude, your wife is something else. Already found herself a riding partner? Looks like the bike’s not the only thing getting ridden.]
In the video, an unfamiliar lace panties hung on the handlebars of the bicycle.
The lush grass swayed rhythmically, with an undulating figure occasionally peeking from behind it.
I dialed her number.
“What are you doing?”
She squealed, “I’m out for a ride, honey. I’ve been landing a lot of high-quality clients lately. I’m working really hard to make money!”
“Oh?” I smiled. “With your body?”
I tightened my grip on the phone and enunciated each word, “It’s pretty dark in the backyard. Want me to turn on the lights for the two of you?
Sikat na Kabanata
Palawakin