I don't know why, but I've always had this crazy fantasy. I love my wife of nearly fifteen years and would never want her to cheat on me, but this fantasy is still there. I like to think about it, but would never want it to actually happen. I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day with me.
I come home early from another long-hard day of work. You are normally home by 4:00 from your job as a school teacher, while my job as an accountant generally keeps me until 6:00. This day, I happened to finish my work early, so I decided to surprise you by coming home. I was a bit shocked to see that you weren't in the kitchen starting dinner. We've always shared cooking duties, but I thought that you had said that morning that you would start dinner when you got home. I look throughout the first floor of our home before deciding that you must be upstairs.
I see that you are not in the sitting area at the top of the stairs, so that means you must be in our bedroom. You are probably catching up putting some laundry away. As I near the door, I hear strange moaning and groaning noises. At first I had no idea what that noise could be, but then I realized that it sounded as if you were having sex. I knew with me standing on this side of the door that there was no way you could be having sex, so you had to be masturbating. This was amazing to me because that is something that you just DO NOT DO. For whatever reason, you've always said that touching yourself just does not do anything for you. I've always wanted to see you touch yourself, so I figured I would finally get a chance to see you in action.
From the sounds that you were making, I could tell that you were really enjoying touching yourself. Normally you are pretty vocally reserved when making love to me, but that was not the case now. It almost sounds as if the bed is rocking back and forth. I slowly open the door, careful to not make a sound. Only the top half of our king size master bed comes into view as I open the door. I first see your unbelievably sexy caramel colored breasts, topped by your full hard nipples.
Both of your hands are running through your hair as you shout "yes, just like that" and your body is rocked by a huge orgasm. Surprised at how you can give yourself an orgasm without using your hands, I step into the room to see a muscle bound state trooper (judging by his uniform heaped on the bed) kneeling between your legs. As he sees me, he stops his thrusting and begins to pull out of you.