Stimuli Surprise Homecoming 
 
 
   
 
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 The homecoming 
 
The traffic was surprisingly light for a change so I made good time thinking all the while that being home on a Thursday instead of the usual overnight at the hotel was such a treat. 
The meeting had been called off at short notice becouse half the team were stuck in Paris....some good coming out of the French air controllers striking yet again. 
Funny that I couldnt contact Sue though, her mobile and our land line not getting any response. 
Still what a surprise my darling wife would have when I arrived home, she should be home from her mothers where she visited on my regular night away. 
I felt too tired from the four hour drive to take her out so just a quiet evening together,relaxing,chilling. 
I smiled thinking of my lovely lady, forty years old but with her slim willowy figure, her high cheekbones and big brown eyes she was ageless. 
How proud of her I was, the thing about her was not just her beauty, she had a sexuality that she was totally unaware of. 
I swung off the main road into the side road that our house was, driving slow beneath the trees that lined each side of the road. 
When I reached the turn to our house I thought of how lucky we were to have got the place in a secluded dead end at so cheap a price. We had caught the market just right. 
But as I reached the turn to our drive I pulled up, there was a car parked up by the house. 
Parking out on the road so the car on the drive could get out I walked alongside it and could see it wasn't a vehicle I recognised. 
I walked to the door and as I was just about to put my key in the lock I noticed the side door to the garden was ajar. 
Entering the side door once inside I shot the bolt, as  went towards the house a shaft of light streamed out from the window through a small gap in the curtain painting a strip across the lawn. Stepping up close I looked through thinking to tap on the window and scare seven shades of shite out of my wife to teach her not to leave the bloody side door open again. 
What a shock, my wife was stood dressed in a clingy wrap round dress she had bought a few days ago holding a glass of wine as she spoke to a man sitting on the sofa. 
Fuck me...I thought, what is going on here. Couldn't get my head round the situation, could not for one minute believe that Sue would cheat, even as I looked through the gap in the curtain my confused mind raced through a range of reasons why she was dressed in the horny get up and a bloke was sitting on my fucking sofa. 
Then he spoke to my wife, I thought hang on, I know that voice, it tripped my mind into realising who he was. 
Relief flooded through me, it was the man who had the shop a few streets away, a little general store that was so handy for odds and ends. 
He was in his fifties, skinny and far from handsome. Ahh yes, he had a nickname, Donkey the locals called him, but what the hell was he doing sitting on my sofa at eight thirty in the evening on a frosty November evening.? 
Heart thudding I crouched next to the window trying to decide what to do, then after I calmed realising how stupid I was to think that Sue would ever cheat on me especially with the bloke from the shop I was just about to straighten up and go to the back door when his voice stopped me dead. 
I could have swore he had just told my wife that she had given him a raging hard on...No, no, must have got that wrong especially when Sue gave a loud drunken giggle. 
I stood up straight to look through into the room again. 
He was standing and moving towards her, I held my breath and my stomach turned cartwheels as he stood next to her and put his arms around her. 
As he hugged her she tipped the glass of wine and glugged the whole lot down in one long glug as her hips pushed foward in lust filled abandon. 
I could plainly see her with flushed face,eyes half closed,her tounge licking her lips as he clasped her around her waist. 
Legs trembling I gripped the window ledge for support when his hands cupped the cheeks of my wifes ass,squeezing, moulding, manipulating...AGGHHH, I'M GOING TO KILL THE SKINNY BASTARD. HANG ON   WHHATT    OHH. 
He had untied the belt that held the dress closed and as I watched he stood back,opened the dress to slide it away from her, off her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet. 
Aggh, the bitch,the cow. She stood there with a quarter cup black lace bra with her nipples exposed hard and swollen, matching skimpy panties and suspender belt holding up black stockings allowing a glipmse of her creamy white thighs at the top. 
Transfixed I pressed my nose to the glass no longer bothering to hide. 
They were too far gone to be aware of me, as I looked on his hand slid down the front of her panties, the tendons in his arm writhing. Long,drawn out moans  from Sue as he fingered her. 
I wanted to brain the skinny bastard but was transfixed with horror or I know not what. 
Suddenly he knelt, peeled the knickers down her legs where she obediently responded to his command to step out of them. As he nuzzled her belly she held his head,fingers in his thinning hair. 
As in a dream I watched as he stripped naked, a horrid fascination as his huge knob sprang into view...no wonder they called him donkey. 
Then as he led my wife down on the carpet,as he got in between her outstretched legs I suddenly realised I had a thumping hard on myself. 
He was so big he had a job to gain entry but my wife wrigged and squirmed until he rested deep inside her. 
I trembled as he started to move, slowly at first until his spotty white ass was going up and down like a fiddlers elbow. 
The pair of them shouted,screamed,moaned and groaned enough to wake the dead. 
I realised I was freezing cold and looking at my watch I was shocked to see they had been at it for over a hour and a half before grinding to a noisy shuddering halt. 
I crept back out to my car and sat there trying to gather my wits. It wasn't long before he came out and drove off. 
I gave it half a hour then drove into my drive and went into the house. 
Sue was not in the lounge,but the room still smelt of sweat,of sex. 
I called out and Sue poked her head round the side of the door,eyes wide,scared. 
In a tremulous voice she asked what I was doing home,was anything wrong? 
She came into the room,dressing gown held tight. Her eyes huge,dark and shadowed with her lips swollen and the smell of recent sex strong as she neared me. 
I hugged her,kissing her long and deep. For a moment she stiffened before melting against me and returning my kisses hungry,full of passion. 
The night was one to remember, what lusty passion in our martial bed. 
Not a word I said about what I had seen,not a word my wife about the situation either altough when I mentioned the two dirty wine glasses in the morning she just told me that a friend had dropped in. 
I'm just about to get a thumb sized digi cam for my regular overnight meetings...funny old world,isn't it? 
 
 
 Publication Date: November 29th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-stimuli