A shitty work day. Another hour-long commute. Denied time off, layoffs coming, and he'd been asked to come in tomorrow.
Normally music or the news or even a Youtube video would decorate his long drive, but this time there was nothing but his seething rage. He gritted his teeth, rolling down his window to feel the frigid air, and drove in the silence that comes from the weight of the world on one's shoulders.
His wife wouldn't be home when he got there. He would make a quick dinner they'd enjoy, throw the laundry into the washer before settling onto the couch to watch a show. That was his favorite part of the night - when he got to cuddle and curl up with her, feeling her warmth, and when she kissed him..
Thinking of her made the drive go a bit faster, until he remembered they didn't have groceries at the house. His scowl returned tenfold, but on the turn into their local store's parking lot his phone rang. His wife's picture came up, and with a surprised smile he answered.
"Hey baby! To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
"Hi love. Are you on your way home?" The seductive tone of her voice gave him pause.
"I am.. I thought you were working?"
"I took off.. I'm waiting for you. Dinner is ready, and groceries are gotten. Come home and use me."
His breath caught. Had he heard her right? She usually wasn't nearly as bold or wanting.. "What was that baby?"
"You heard me. I want you to come home and use my body however you want, after you eat of course."
His cock was growing in his pants, and his voice had a husky undertone to it as he said "I'm on my way darling."