After parking his black truck next to his wife's blue car, he really is wanting a cold one and maybe a nice massage from his wife. Work was quite hectic with customers complaining about not getting the service done to their cars quick enough. Some things take a bit of time to work on. He enters the house and notices the bills on the table.
"Why do the bills keep rolling in? Do they ever stop?" he thinks to himself.
He proceeds to make his way to the kitchen and grabs a Bud from the refrigerator. He uses the lid popper that dangles from the fridge magnet (a gift from one of his buddies). He gulps it down.
"Honey, I'm home," he calls.
No response from her. He finishes off the Bud and discards the bottle in the recycling bin. He's been trained to do that by the wife. Got to save the planet. Happy wife, happy life.
He calls out again, "Hon, I'm home!"
No response again. He checks the living room, not there. He proceeds to make it back to the bedroom where he hears water running from the bathroom.
"Is she taking shower? This will be a great opportunity to take a peek at her gorgeous sexy bod," he says in his head.
He opens the door to the bathroom and he sees a part of her through the shower curtain. Water cascading down her back to her fine ass and down to the bottom of the tub. His dick gets stiff in his pants. He continues to stare at her. Dick getting harder.
A thought emerges, "I'm going to join in."
He takes off his shoes, socks. His work jumpsuit. Pulls off his white shirt underneath. Stips off the boxers. They lay in a messy heap on the floor. He steps into the shower and startles her.
She quickly turns around, "Bill! You scared me!"
He says, "I didn't mean to baby. I'm sorry." With puppy dog eyes, "Forgive me"
She gives him a stern look, "Of course, but don't do it again. I could've had a heart attack!"
