After a long day of work, I finally get to fall on the couch and enjoy my favorite Netflix show with my wife. Luckily, I finish my reports early today, so I'm getting home a little earlier than usual, which is always fine as far as my wife's concerned.
Getting from the car to the front door is the last obstacle I'll have to overcome for the rest of the weekend. The summer heat has been baking all day, and about twenty feet are standing between me and my air-conditioned home.
Once inside, I kick off my shoes and socks, hang my jacket on the rack, throw my briefcase on the coffee table next to the door, and start looking for my wife. As I get closer to the hall leading to our bedroom, I hear soft, erratic moans. My heart drops into my stomach and my knees wobble; I'm trembling so hard.
The closer I get, the louder the moans get. Once I'm at the door, I hear the sounds of wet slapping and the bed creaking. I don't know why I didn't think it was my wife, but that's what I thought. That fantasy is quickly killed off when I slowly push open the door just enough to see a strong-bodied gentleman thrusting between my sweet wife's thighs.
Of course, my eyes immediately drop between his ass cheeks, trying to get a peek and what he's plowing my wife with. He's so buried in my wife's juicy cunt that all I can see is about two inches of the thickest dick I've ever seen.
