I had been gone for over a week on business. My job requires me to travel quite frequently so I am on the road almost as much as I am at home. I wasn't supposed to get back from this particular trip for another six days but we had handled things so quickly that I was coming home early. I decided not to call my wife so I could surprise her by coming home and whisking her away to a romantic dinner and a night of passionate lovemaking.
I pulled into the driveway at a little before six and walked inside quietly trying to delay the surprise as long as possible. I expected to find Beth where she could always be found after five o'clock on a weeknight, plopped down on the couch watching TV.
When I got there, the living room was empty. Her car was in the driveway so I decided that she had to be upstairs either soaking in the bath or taking a nap after a long day.
I quietly made my way up the stairs. I looked down the hall towards our bedroom and saw that there were clothes scattered on the floor. Beth always seems to be dropping something so I just assumed that she'd been carrying the laundry down stairs and some of it had fallen out.
I began creeping down the hall trying to avoid all of the creaks in the floor of our old house. As I got closer to the bedroom door I heard the easily identifiable moan of my wife. I knew that moan quite well; it was a moan of pleasure, sexual pleasure.
I knew that my wife masturbated to keep herself satisfied while I was away on business, I'd even bought her some dildos and vibrators to encourage her to do it more often, hopefully while I watched. She always refused to let me watch. She said that if I was there she didn't need to masturbate and would be too embarrassed to do it with me watching.
Now as I stood there a few feet from the door listening to her moan, I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I could fulfill my fantasy of watching my wife masturbate if I could only sneak a few feet closer without being detected.
The problem was that the bed was pointed at the door so if I poked my head past the doorframe so I could catch a peak she'd be able to see me.
There had to be a way for me to see her without being seen. I thought for a minute and then it hit me.
The bathroom! Our bathroom connects to our room but also connects to the hallway. I quietly made my way to the bathroom door.
We hardly ever used the door to the hallway and for a moment I thought it was locked when I turned the knob, pushed, and the door didn't open. I gave it a little more of a nudge and it opened.
I pushed the door open slowly so as not to make the hinges squeak. I entered the bathroom and found with great relief that the door to our bedroom was open. This door wouldn't quite give me the view I had hoped for, but Beth wouldn't be able to see me assuming she was facing the door to the hallway.
I crept quietly to the door and peaked ever so slightly around the door into our bedroom. I saw the back of Beth's head and part of her back. She was propping herself up on her left elbow at the edge of the bed and her right arm was extended in front of her.
I couldn't see anything on the other side of her, but I could see that most of the toys I'd bought her were out on the bed beside her.
I watched her body writhe and contort as her right arm worked hard in the area I couldn't see.
I heard her moan and pant and after awhile I heard the shriek that she lets out every time she has an orgasm. For a few seconds she tensed up, then her arm flopped to her side and she flopped back on the bed. It was only then that I saw the head of the other person in the room.
I pulled away from the door quickly hoping that I hadn't been spotted and trying to place where I had seen that long blonde hair before.
"Wow Mrs. Harris you sure came hard, that was incredible." Kim said.
"Oh Kim, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Beth. It's so ridiculous for you to call me Mrs. Harris with my cum running down your chin." Beth said.