The Sexting Pictures Boutique
Beverly stared angrily at the bank statement for the account that she and her husband, Tom, shared.
‘What the hell is the SP boutique?’ She wondered. There was over $2,000 in charges at that store. Beverly knew she hadn’t received anything, including sex, from Tom in months. If he was cheating on her again, he would be sorry. This time, she really would cut his dick off.
Beverly quickly dialed the SP boutique number on the statement.
“Thanks for calling SP boutique,” a lovely sounding young girl answered. “What’s your pleasure?”
Beverly paused for a minute. “What exactly does SP stand for?”
The girl laughed kindly. “SP is the name of our store, the Sexting Pictures Boutique.”
“Yes, it’s quite popular, right now,” the girl responded.
Frustration made Beverly sigh loudly. “But what exactly are they?”
“Sexting pictures are sexual pictures that people send each other on their cell phones. We sell tons of them.”
Beverly’s mouth dropped. “I see.”
“Perhaps you would like to come and see our selection. You may find something you like.”
‘I most certainly would.”
An hour later, Beverly was at the boutique, talking with the girl from the phone, Melissa.
To Beverly’s dismay, when Melissa saw a picture of Tom, she knew him well.
“Oh yeah,” she said as if it was no big deal, “We call him Peeping Tom because he watches people in the private viewing rooms. Anyway, he spends a lot of money here, usually with cash but sometimes with his credit card. Tom is one of our VIP adult sexting customers.”
Melissa smiled. “Oh, yes,” but then she added, “but don’t worry, all he does is look at pictures of you and fuck a plastic doll that could be your twin.”
Beverly couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Some men are ashamed to admit to their significant others that they get turned on by adult sexting. They come here and release themselves.”
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Melissa said, “He’ll be by soon for his regular visit. How about I put you in his favorite room, instead of his favorite doll? I think you’ll both get a kick out of that.”
Beverly nodded slowly. It was time for a change in her and Tom’s relationship. “Do you ever join couples?”
Melissa placed a gentle hand on Beverly’s shoulder. “Only when asked.”