Little story I wrote for fun...some fact, some fiction, some fantasy. Feel free to distribute anywhere, but please leave my e-mail address on it. Thanks, and feedback is always welcome. story_guy00@hotmail.com
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His co-worker dropped him off in front of his apartment building at around four in the afternoon. This was about an hour and a half before he is usually home, but since there was so little work to be done today, and one of the other guys was driving right past his place, he took the opportunity for a lift home.
James usually just goes home with his wife when she gets off work, but today she called him around noon, and told him she was not feeling well and would be going home early. He told her it was not a problem, he could get a ride with one of the guys, and told her to go home and get some rest.
Before he went into the building, James took a walk down the street to the little store and bought a small bouquet of flowers to give to Ann, hoping it may make her feel better. He picked out a nice combination bouquet that has a nice bright variety of colors. There were some carnations, some daisies, a couple roses, and a few more that he didn't know the name of.
Trying to be very quiet in case she was still sleeping, James slowly slipped his key into the lock and gently pushed the door open. He could hear the faint murmur of the TV in the bedroom and grinned to himself, she can't do a damn thing without that TV.
As he got a few more steps into the apartment, he suddenly froze. He realized what he had just heard. It was the definite sound of a woman's moan. Not a moan of pain, definitely not, this was a moan of total pleasure. He quickly snuck to the other side of the apartment where he would be able to get closer to the bedroom, without being seen.