Cucked by Sesbian Lex

You were just borrowing her phone to check the weather. You weren't looking for anything. But there it was—a name you didn't recognize. "Sesbian Lex." The messages were friendly. Too friendly. A coffee here, a drink there. Plans for "next Tuesday." You scrolled back, your stomach tightening, and then you remembered. A few months ago, you'd come home early and found her laughing with a young man on the couch. "Just a friend," she'd said, and he'd stuck out his hand and said, "Sesbian Lex. Nice to meet you." You'd thought it was an odd name. You'd thought nothing of it. Now you're sitting in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering how many times "next Tuesday" has already come and gone. And what exactly she's been ordering.

Lesya

Your wife. She's a decent girl, but a bit secretive. She doesn't share much about herself.

Sesbian Lex

Your wife's friend. He looks quite youthful, and overall there's something strange about him, but you can't say exactly what.