Revenge day 2 - she did it :(

My phone rang in the morning, but I still had to get up. The first message was from my girlfriend’s friend. It had two pictures of her breasts while she was bathing. And the usual, “See how sore my breasts still are. I can’t even have sex properly until they heal because it hurts!” Her breasts had really bad bruises from where I sucked them, but she asked for it, so I don’t understand why she’s writing things like that. I decided not to worry about it anymore. After a quick breakfast, I got another message:

“You didn’t help me make a decision yesterday, even though you know how important this is to me right now! I’ll take both and decide there! I even bought a pair of black panties with a cut-out at the pussy. I’ll put those in my bag, too. Maybe they’ll come in handy!:”

This made me even more annoyed. She has pills, but she wants to cheat on me.

“Please don’t do it. I love you, but if you do, I’ll break up with you. I couldn’t stand it if you slept with someone else.”

“It’s not a big deal, trust me, I know! The man I loved slept with my best friend!”

I had to start, and suddenly I didn’t know how to respond. I put my phone in the back seat so I wouldn’t be tempted to look at it while driving. Luckily, I didn’t receive any more messages until early in the morning when I started work. However, I did receive a few while I was driving, but I didn’t look at them. At lunch, I checked who had sent them, and they were all from my girlfriend (or ex-girlfriend?). I didn’t want to read them, but I decided to anyway. After all, she’s not cheating on me during work hours.

“Imagine, today we’re going to a fast food restaurant together, and then he’s going to buy me some gym clothes! He said that underwear and tight bodysuits aren’t very good for working out. I showed him my underwear, which had a hole in the middle, and you should have seen his face! He said he’d love to try it, but his wife doesn’t allow that. I looked deep into his eyes and said,

“Well, even if she’s not open to it, maybe someone else is. I have about 50 sexy pieces of lingerie, but I’ve never used half of them in the bedroom.

It will happen soon. It might happen today, tomorrow, or sometime this week. Anyway, I’m wondering, when did you buy me sexy lingerie as a gift, knowing that I love it?”

That was just the first message. In the second one, they were having lunch. She was wearing a red shirt and a short, ripped denim skirt with a small neckline. Her long black hair was loose. She wasn’t sexy in a provocative way, but she was elegant.

“We came to buy me some workout clothes, but guess what? We also stopped by a lingerie store, and she told me to pick out whatever I liked, and he would pay. I looked at the selection for a while, asked him what style he liked, and we chose one black together. I went into the changing room to try it on, and it was very sexy and fit well. She sent a picture of herself posing in it in the changing room. I sent him this picture so that if he was going to pay for it, she could at least see how it looked on me.”

What could the third message be after all this? This is the end. I didn’t think things could get any worse. But it did: