Dan was so fagged out by the time his plane touched down at the airport around six in the evening, all he could think about was getting home in less time for a shower and some beauty sleep. It was too bad he hadn't made out time to inform Annette of his return home a day early. Things in Denver hadn't gone as well as he already figured they would before he departed, and the thought of spending one more day locked in a room with a bunch of irate accountants was just too mind-numbing to think about.
Almost an hour had passed before he spotted a lone taxi; another hour and some minutes later and he was still stuck in city traffic. In his mind he could do nothing but curse his ill-fortuned luck. Along the way he tried his wife's number but got no response; she was probably at home feeling all lonely with him not around.
It wasn't till past nine before the taxi dropped him off in front of his home. He pressed the door bell but no one came to answer. Digging into his jacket pocket, he fished out his home key and let himself inside.
Annette wasn't at home. He expected she wouldn't – being all alone in a house can be unnerving – though he so much would have preferred seeing her right now.
He went up the stairs to the bedroom, dropped his bags inside the closet and then undressed before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. Ten minutes later, still in his robe, drying his hair, he was speculating on whether he should get himself something to eat or just leave it till tomorrow morning when he heard the sound of the front door coming open and then slamming close.
There was the sound of his wife laughing, followed by the baritone of a man's voice. Confusion was the first thing that raced across Dan's mind as quietly he stepped out of the bedroom and went and stood by the corridor and looked downstairs. Annette wasn't alone. There was a black guy with her and they were kissing and canoodling against each other. Dan felt like exploding, but before he could make any sudden reaction, he noticed they were both coming up the stairs towards where he was. He turned and hurried back into the bedroom and was just in time to hide himself inside the closet when the door burst open and in his wife and whoever the man was that she had brought with her.
"Oh Shane, you're such a naughty creature," Annette was still busy laughing.
"You wouldn't be with me if you didn't like me any other way," the man called Shane replied.
From slit openings in the closet's door, Dan could see the entire bedroom from where he hid and he watched his wife, decked out in some inappropriate evening dress, being seduced by the athletic black man who now held her close to him and was feeling his hands over her body while she went on laughing, from all evidence, enjoying the feel of the man's hands over her body.
"Where did you say your man went to, and when will he be returning?" Shane asked.
"He went to Denver," Annette answered, turning around to rub her ass against Shane's crotch. "And he won't be back till tomorrow."
"This is some risk we're taking. We should have gone over to my place instead."
"Yeah right, and hope that one of your other girls won't come knocking? No, I prefer you doing me here again ... at least for tonight."
Shane bent her over, pushed up her skirt and gave her ass a heavy slap.
"Oh yeah!" Annette grunted while still touching her toes. "Go on, do it again – smack my butt hard."
Shane repeated his action, making her cry aloud. Dan, to his amazing surprise, noticed that she didn't have on any underwear. He ought to be angry, furiously angry, seeing his wife with another man – daring to bring another man to their home. He so wanted to jump out of the closet and surprise them ... but surprise them with what and how? Best wait and continue to watch.
His hand went to cradle his erection which was starting to come alive within his robe.
