Her Text Arrived Before I Died

On our wedding anniversary, my usually conservative wife suddenly sent me a photo of herself in sexy lace lingerie.

She said she wanted to try something thrilling and asked me to buy a box of ultra-thin 0.01 condoms.

My face instantly flushed red to my ears, and I immediately agreed to her request.

But the moment I stepped through the front door, Axel—her brother—yanked that box of condoms out of my coat pocket.

Jessica’s expression changed instantly, and she slapped me hard across the face.

“Dylan, how can you be so disgusting!”