I had been in a conference for a couple weeks with work. The conference ended on a Tuesday and luckily I managed to get a direct flight home instead of having a 5-hour layover at the airport. I would end up getting home way earlier than planned but I decided I would keep it as a surprise for my boyfriend. We had been apart for two weeks now and I stopped on the way home to pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store and some beer, of course. I pulled into the driveway and saw that the curtains were closed, which was kind of suspicious.
I turned the front door handle and it was unlocked so I walked in. I saw that my boyfriend had left a vase of roses on the counter and a card with my name in big letters across the purple envelope. He truly was so sweet all of the time. I placed the groceries on the counter and proceeded to tread up the stairs as I saw the warm light was on in our bedroom. From the top stair, I paused because I heard a sound coming from the room. What really caught my attention was the shallow breathing and low, guttural moans. Instantly, my stomach dropped and my heart race picked up. Although, Chris had never given me a reason to even think he would look at other women-let alone cheat on me- I couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry engrained from experience with a past boyfriend.
My anxiety told me for a split second that he got me the lovely card and roses as over compensation for what I was about to possibly see. I padded gently up to the bedroom door on my tip toes.
I was right beside door when I peeped around and looked through the gap of light where the door was slightly open. I saw that Chris had the iPad propped up and he was laying in the middle of the big, white bed. From the iPad, I could hear a couple having hard, rough sex. I could see that his grey sweats were on the floor near the corner of the bed frame. His hand was pumping up and down and I could see he had a tight grip on his pulsating cock. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning back against the pillow. Deep, slow breaths like the one I was hearing from the stairs escaped his partially open mouth. I stood in the doorway watching him jack himself off, he was probably thinking I would get home too late to fuck. I thought it was so sexy to watch him stroke his big cock. I felt my a familiar feeling in my stomach and began to feel myself getting wet. I grinned to myself and quietly stripped down to my panties and lacy, black bra and left the rest of my clothes in the hallway.
I slipped quietly into the room and had a plan to slowly creep up onto the bed between Chris' legs. A creak in the old floorboards gave me away when I was about halfway to the bed. Chris was shocked and jumped so far off of the bed and slammed the iPad shut. The sexy giggles and moans stopped. His jumping caused me to jump and I couldn't help but start to laugh. Chris had a huge goofy grin on his face.
"Welcome home baby girl, you got an earlier flight?" He looked up at me from the bed like he just saw his favorite celebrity.
I loved him so much. I couldn't believe I entertained the idea, even for a second, that he would be cheating me. Since I had been in the room, Chris had continued loosely and absentmindedly stroking his long cock. He was a bit bigger than average, width-wise but about 7 inches in length. I could see a glisten of precum appearing at the head of his penis. I immediately realized how truly sexy he was and how much I missed that big cock of his when I was away. I sunk down to my knees and my left hand drifted to the lacey cup of my bra, squeezing my tit.
"Why don't you let me help you with that?"
