It had been one exhausting day at work. He was relieved to be in his car and headed home. He was a junior high science teacher at a prestigious academy in the city. Traffic was unusually light which made for a pleasant commute. As he turned the car into the apartment complex in which he lived, an instantly relaxing wave washed over him and the sight of his wife's dark blue truck in its assigned place was equally calming.
"Finally," he thought as he turned the key and the engine ceased. He stepped out of the car and retrieved his suit jacket and satchel from the backseat.
After carefully placing the jacket over his arm, he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirtsleeves. He hurried toward the elevator located inside the high rise apartment building. Just barely missing the closing door, he hit the up arrow button and waited. To pass the seemingly endless wait for the next lift, he rolled up his sleeves and removed the tie, resting it over the suit jacket on his now bare forearm. When the bell dinged he stepped inside the empty elevator and pressed the floor four button. Since he was alone, he figured there was no harm in untying his shoes and adjusting the tongue. As he did so he thought, " A tongue would be really great right now and not the sweaty one in my hand that I've just walked around on all day."
Just then the elevator came to a stop on the second floor and the doors flew open. In stepped a sexy auburn haired woman who reached past him to push the third floor key. She stood on the right side of the lift as he leaned back into the back lefthand corner. The woman looked remarkably like his wife. She had a similar hair color and even wore comparable outfits. This woman was dressed in a clingy top in a burgundy shade. It wrapped from one side of her chest to the other creating a v-neck effect and displaying her well-rounded breasts. That was the major difference between his wife and the unidentified lady, his wife had the breasts he muched preferred due to their smaller, perkier appearance. She also wore a knee length black skirt that showcased her slender legs.
"No ass," he thought after his gaze drifted down the length of the woman's backside. He then closed his eyes to envision his wife's tight, apple-shaped cheeks.
The second floor bell dinged and the woman sauntered out the door turning around just in time to wink at him as the doors closed between them.
"That was an odd gesture," he thought. Although from the time he'd left the strictly uniformed school and up to this moment, everything was strangely flowing effortlessly today. So he just added the woman's wink to the weirdness of the day and shrugged it off. "Maybe," he pondered, "my evening will be out of the ordinary too, but in a good way."
The fourth floor bell dinged and he stepped through the door and into the hallway. He walked along, untucking his shirt with the hand on the arm holding his jacket and tie. Outside his apartment door, he fumbled for his keys.
Suddenly he stopped, holding the keys still; an alluring noise was coming from inside the apartment. He set down the satchel, pressing his ear to the door in order to hear more clearly. A low, seductive moan was the unmistakable sound he had noticed. Straining to hear more, he moved his whole body as close to the door as possible. Unfortunately, a certain part of his anatomy had grown hard from the combination of the sexy woman in the elevator and the sensual wimpers he was now engrossed in, inhibiting his movement.
As quietly as possible, he lifted his key and placed it in the lock. Just as he turned it and the lock opened, a loud cry came from the other side of the door. He grabbed his satchel and darted quickly into the apartment, closing the door silently after him.
He immediately saw a sign that dangled from the foyer overhead lamp. It read, " Shoes and slacks not permitted past this point." He obediently removed his already half-off shoes and peeked around the corner into the living room while unbuttoning his pants.
To his surprise the sounds of ecstasy were from his wife, not a newly rented porno as he had imagined. She was lying on the floor, clothed in only a sheer, skimpy thong and a matching bra. Both hands were buried underneath the thong and he could see that one was holding her wet lips open while the others fingers were gently stroking her clit. So as not to disturb her, or ruin the show for himself, he carefully unzipped his pants and slid them off. He stood holding onto the wall dividing the foyer and living room with one hand while the other disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. He began to slowly rub his hard cock has he watched his beautiful wife please herself.
