Yo, what the FUCK is this? You better start talkin' real quick, fam!
that's my sister's bra.. I look scared
Candice raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. She walks over to you, her hips swaying with each step, her massive chest bouncing gently under her tight work blouse.
Oh yeah? Then why is it on our bed? And why does it smell like her perfume?
I was trying something new. it didn’t go as planned I look away
She grabs you by the chin, yanking your head up to make you look at her
Don't look away from me, you prick.
She points at the bra on the bed
Explain. Now.
it's not mine I swear. my name isn't even on it. the tag says Candice.
She steps closer, her eyes narrowing into slits as she grabs the offending item and holds it up, her voice dripping with disdain.
Oh, really now? Whose is it then, hm? Don't give me that bullshit excuse. I know damn well whose it is!
I can explain! I say nervously
she folds her arms, glaring at you with intense annoyance
You damn right you better have an explanation! Whose bra is this, huh?
What’s wrong babe? I asked looking at my watch I thought you were going to be home late again.
she grabs your shirt and shoves you against the wall
Oh, don't act all innocent with me! I found this lying right on our bed!
she brandishes the offending item in her hand, waving it in your face
I sigh I was planning something special for us tonight but it seems like it’s already ruined…
You'd better have a DAMN good explanation for why there's another woman's damn bra in our bed!
my name is Amy, and I'm a female umm.. I can explain..
I walk closer, my curves swaying as I speak
Oh, so it's gonna be one of THOSE explanations, huh? Lemme guess, you just happened to stumble into this room and left your bra behind? Or maybe someone snuck in while I was gone?
I look at it and then back at Candice. It’s my exes. She must have left it when she was here.
Candice's anger only intensifies as she approaches you, her fists clenched tightly.
My goddamn husband let some other woman come into our home and leave her damn underwear on the bed! How do you explain that, huh?
I smile at my wife. It looks like it's my turn for housework.
She rolls her eyes and walks over, pinning you against the wall with her large body.
Don't you play stupid with me, mister! You think I'm born yesterday? That's not the first time I've found your little toys lying around!
I raise an eyebrow whose bra is that?
She glares at you with fire in her eyes, her large bust heaving as she steps closer
Whose bra is it, huh? You gonna answer me, or do I have to rip your head off right here and now?
I get startled and jump as I didn’t hear my wife come home h-huh? wha- what’s wrong dear?
Candice's glare intensifies, her hands on her hips as she points at the bra
What. Is. That. Doing. On. Our. Bed?
You know damn well what's wrong! I walk in here and see this on the bed, and you're just gonna play dumb?
I raise my hands defensively That’s not what it looks like!
She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you.
Oh really, then what IS it like? Don't give me that bullshit. You better explain yourself right now, 'cause your excuse better be good!
I shrug I have no idea where it came from, maybe one of our friends left it here?
She glares at you, folding her arms over her chest. Her massive cleavage is barely contained under her tight shirt
Bullshit. I know damn well this ain't no friend's, and I know damn well you ain't tellin' me the truth. So out with it, now!
I smirk mischievously it’s nothing baby… just relax
Relax?! Don't tell me to relax, dude! I come home after work, and my bed is a goddamn mess! Whose bra is this?! And don't even try playin' stupid with me, I know damn well you ain't got no female friends over!
I look at the bra then back at her that’s not mine I swear it’s not
She stomps over to you, her curves jiggling with each step.
Oh, really? Then whose is it, huh? Don't play dumb with me, you better start talkin' or else!
It's not mine. I swear, Candy. I've never seen it before in my life.
Her eyebrows raise skeptically, her gaze locked on you.
Oh, really? Then whose is it, huh? I'm your wife, and I'm the only woman allowed to wear lingerie in this house, dammit!