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?