She loves getting slutty with other men

She had that red strap digging into her wrist like it was part of her. Head tipped way back, mouth wide open, letting him finish right across her face. Some of it landed on her lip, some hit the bridge of her nose, a thick streak ran down her chin and caught in that little hollow under her bottom lip. She didn't wipe it. Just kept her eyes half-closed like she was trying to feel where every drop landed. I still had the phone in my hand when she opened them again. Saw the flash go off, I think. Didn't say anything about it though. Just licked the corner of her mouth once and kept laying there with her arm stretched out behind her head like she was cooling off after a run. The orange top she had on was pushed up under her tits, one of them half out, nipple still hard from whatever he'd been doing with his hands before I walked in. Her wedding ring caught the light for a second when she moved her fingers. We didn't talk about it that night. Not really. She got up, washed her face in the bathroom sink, came back in wearing just the shirt, no pants. Smelled like hotel soap and his cum. Laid down next to me like nothing happened, scrolled her phone for twenty minutes, then turned the light off. Next morning she acted normal. Made coffee, asked if I wanted eggs. I said yeah. We ate on the balcony. She had on sunglasses so I couldn't see if her eyes were still puffy from how hard she'd been breathing when he was in her throat. She kept shifting in her chair though, like she was sore. Probably was. I keep thinking about that red band. It was one of those cheap hair ties she always steals from the front desk when we travel. She must've put it on before he came over, or maybe he put it on her. Either way it stayed on the whole time. Even when he had her by the hair, pulling her head back so he could get deeper. The band stretched a little every time her wrist moved. Left a faint pink line after. She never asked me to delete the picture. I didn't offer. It's still in the cloud folder with the rest of them. She knows I look at it sometimes. I caught her once checking if the view count went up on the private album. She didn't say anything. Just closed the laptop and went to make dinner. Last week she mentioned this guy again. Said he might be in town for work. Didn't ask permission exactly, just sort of floated it while we were folding laundry. "Might meet up with him for a drink," she said. Like drinks ever last longer than twenty minutes before she's back in some room with her mouth open and her arm behind her head again. I told her whatever. She smiled a little. Folded another one of my shirts. That orange top still has a stain on the collar I don't think she's noticed. Or maybe she has and just doesn't care.