Wife sent me pics in her new bikini from her work trip to India [ first timer]

She messaged just after sunrise, Heading to the pool. Thought you’d want a peek.

I could already picture her slipping into the bikini I’d picked out barely there bl@ck fabric, smooth against her skin, designed to draw eyes and stir thoughts. She said it was too revealing for a work trip. I said that was the point.

She brought one of her colleagues with her, a guy from her team, to take the pictures. I imagined him trying not to stare while she stretched out by the water, arching just enough, knowing exactly how the light would hit her. The idea of him seeing her like that, capturing angles meant only for me, sent a pulse of heat through my chest.

The first photo landed. She stood at the edge of the pool, hips tilted, water beading down her stomach. The bikini clung perfectly.

Then the message, He offered to help take more in the room later. Said the lighting there’s better. That okay?

My pulse thudded.

I replied, Only if I get to see everything he does.

And she left me on read.