Laura rummaged through the cluttered drawer in the kitchen, looking for an old charger, when her fingers brushed against something cold and unfamiliar. She pulled it out--a cracked, ancient phone she hadn't seen in years. It was her husband Mark's old device, one he'd replaced long ago. Curiosity tugged at her, and she powered it on, surprised it still held a charge. The screen flickered to life, revealing a lock screen photo of Mark and his ex-girlfriend, Tara, smiling on some beach vacation. Laura smirked--nostalgia, sure--but then she swiped, expecting it to be locked. It wasn't.
The photo app was open, and what greeted her was a gallery of Tara in all her glory. Laura's breath caught in her throat. The first image was Tara in a barely-there black thong, her pert ass tilted toward the camera, her back arched in a way that screamed confidence. Another showed her topless, her full, round breasts glistening with sweat, nipples hard and pink, a selfie taken in what looked like a steamy bathroom mirror. Laura scrolled, her heart thudding. There were dozens of these--some clearly snapped by Mark, others Tara's own handiwork. One shot framed Tara sprawled on a bed, legs spread wide, her shaved pussy glistening with arousal, a seductive smirk on her lips as she stared into the lens.
Laura couldn't deny it: Tara was stunning. Her body was a masterpiece--curves in all the right places, toned legs that seemed to go on forever, and a flat stomach that begged to be touched. Laura understood why Mark had fucked her, why he'd kept these. She hated that she understood.
Then came the videos. The first was short, shaky--Mark's cock, thick and veined, sliding between Tara's glossy lips. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the slit, before she took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet kitchen, and Laura's stomach twisted. Another clip: a close-up of Mark's fingers plunging into Tara's dripping pussy, her folds slick and swollen, her hips bucking as she moaned his name. The last one hit hardest--Tara's delicate hand wrapped around Mark's shaft, stroking him fast and firm. His cock twitched, precum beading at the tip, and then he came, thick ropes of cum spilling over her fingers, dripping down her wrist as she milked him dry.
Laura's hands trembled as she set the phone on the dining room table. Shock coursed through her, a sharp sting of betrayal--but something else, too. Her panties clung to her, damp with a heat she couldn't ignore. She was wet. Soaked, even. Her pussy throbbed, a traitor to her anger. She paced, trying to shake it off, but her mind kept drifting back to Tara's body, to Mark's cock, to the raw lust captured in those files. Guilt gnawed at her--she wasn't exactly innocent either. Hidden in her nightstand was a locked box with her own stash: photos and videos from her wilder days, relics of past lovers she still revisited when the mood struck.
She'd confront him later, she decided. Let him explain himself when he got home. But the phone sat there, taunting her. Minutes ticked by, and her resolve crumbled. She grabbed it, sank onto the love-seat in the living room, and opened the gallery again. Her breath hitched as she flipped through the images--Tara's perfect tits, her wet cunt, Mark's hand buried inside her. Laura's thighs clenched. She was dripping now, her yoga pants sticking to her skin. Her clit pulsed, begging for relief.
Almost without thinking, her hand slipped beneath her waistband. Her fingers found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and she rubbed slow, firm circles. The phone trembled in her other hand as she replayed the video of Tara jerking Mark off. His cock glistened, Tara's hand moved with practiced skill, and Laura's pussy ached with emptiness. She slid two fingers inside herself, gasping at how easily they sank into her wetness. Her walls clenched around them, desperate for more. She hit play again, watching Mark's cum erupt over Tara's hand, and fucked herself harder, her thumb grinding against her clit. The pressure built fast--too fast--and she came undone, her body shaking, hips jerking as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her moans echoed in the empty room, loud and unrestrained.
