Preface:
This story is fiction and any resemblance to any specific person or persons is pure coincidence. It is intended for adults only. The story involves adultery and revenge and contains sexual situations in the initial chapter and very little sex in subsequent chapters.
The "welcome home" concept in the initial part of Chapter 1 is from a story I read 15 or more years ago on a bulletin board. I wish I had some idea of that author to give them proper credit for the introductory concept. If anyone does recognize the initial screen and knows of the author, I would welcome their information so as to provide proper credit. The rest of the story is from my feeble imagination.
Friday 6:10 pm
"
Never has rush hour traffic looked any better,
" I think to myself crawling along the I-20 heading west out of the Dallas – Fort Worth metroplex. "
After a week and a half on the road, everything looks better.
"
I must admit that until ten minutes ago, I wasn't sure how much better my arrival home would be. Fresh from an argument, I left on this trip slamming the garage door in anger. My subsequent calls home over the past week or so didn't lighten the dark clouds hanging overhead, and I made them more out of duty than a desire to talk to Susie. However, the time away did give our marriage time to breathe and also time for both of us to reflect. I realize I've been as much the problem in our marriage as Susie has been.
As many couples, we fought about sex. I accused her of forsaking "us" in exchange for her blossoming career as an Assistant District Attorney. She called me a "pot calling the kettle black", arguing that I was more interest in obtaining partnership in my firm than I was in a relationship with her. In addition, she accused me of not paying attention to her, except of course when I wanted "to fuck". I retorted that I couldn't pay attention to someone that was never home. There have been several times during our six year marriage that I questioned my own intelligence in marrying another lawyer.
Unfortunately I do remember taking the first shot that Wednesday morning. I mentioned off-hand it would have been nice if she had come home at a decent hour the night before I left on a trip. Susie's temperament is as explosive as mine, and from my opening salvo our discussion quickly self-destructed into an argument. The argument ended when I slammed the door on my way to the car. In our escalating verbal blows, I told her we might have a better sex life if she would do something more than just lie there. Furious, she got in the last word telling me she would be a little more active if she was with someone that knew how to fuck.
It took me a while for my anger to settle down before I could even begin to reflect on myself, Susie and our marriage. I realized Susie is as sensitive to my comments about her career as I am toward her comments about mine. The truth is that we have good reason to be sensitive. We are both spending too much time and effort on our separate careers, and way too little on our time on our relationship. We're sensitive because the truth hurts. The needling comments and the late nights we spend apart help to decompose all the other facets of our relationship.
But as gloomy as the past week has been, my one cell phone call at the luggage carousel caused the sun to break out and the earth to resume spinning. The sweet sultry undertone in Susie's voice was music to my ears, music I haven't heard for over a year. Her promise of "something special" nearly sparked a sprint to the long-term parking lot instead of patiently waiting for the bus. I can only laugh at myself now as I suffer through bumper to bumper traffic. I have to will myself to breathe slowly as I struggle to reach what I hope will be an enthusiastic welcome home.
As I finally near our home, I glance over at the dozen roses I bought on my streak out of the airport. I cringe at the thought I hadn't gotten her anything for our sixth anniversary tomorrow night. Worse, I feel like a heel for not even wanting to get her anything until that magic cell phone call. Thankfully, tomorrow is a Saturday and will provide me with enough time to get her something.
With a sigh of relief I turn the last corner and drive the last block. We have lived here since being married, as I had inherited the house from an uncle. Sometimes I blame the house for our marriage problems. It's an established old housing addition and our home is located at the end of a cul-de-sac with only one close neighbor.
I pull into the driveway and press the button for the garage door. Not surprisingly it doesn't work. There always seems to be something that's not quite "so" in our house, part of the reason I blame the house. But I refuse to let this become even a minor setback. I park on my "side" of the driveway and quickly hurry around to the trunk to grab my suitcase.
"Jake," I hear from our house. I look up to see an erotic vision of loveliness. Susie is standing in the doorway, practically embracing the door frame like some exotic dancer wearing what has to be the sheerest negligee I've seen.
"Why don't you leave the luggage until later?" She coos.
Without taking my eyes off of her, I toss my briefcase into the trunk and shut the trunk lid. I walk toward the front door in a partial stupor. I couldn't take my eyes off her and somehow manage to make it all the way to the door without stumbling or killing myself.
At the last minute she turns to face me and wraps her arms around me, tilting her head back for a kiss. It is only for a brief moment it registers in my brain that she is practically naked and standing on our front stoop. Then my head descends and our lips touch.
Our kiss is soft and exploring at first. As our lips caress they part and our tongues begin to dance together. I taste the hint of a bitter cigarette, proof that I haven't convinced her to stop smoking. Then I have a flash of self-consciousness that my breath can't be the best after a beer on the airplane. Any concern I have is wiped out when she puts her hand behind my head and crushes our lips together. She sucks hard on my tongue and I return the favor, our kiss having quickly turned into something reserved for the bedroom.
I slide my right hand behind her back and without breaking our kiss, lean over and scoop her up into my arms. I carry my near naked wife across the threshold and hook my foot around the door, slamming it shut. She cradles my face in both of her hands, kissing me sloppily and using her tongue to fuck my mouth like I might use my tongue inside her pussy.
Somehow we finally make it into our bedroom without me tripping and I slowly let her slide down my body to the floor. I can feel every inch of her clinging to my body and I'm sure she can feel parts of me pushing back against her. I reach up to take off my tie when her hands stop me.
"Let me do this," she coos again. "I want you to just relax for a moment as I have the next hour or so all planned out."
I smile and try to relax as she asked. She grabs my hand and leads me a few steps over to the side where my heavy oak office chair has been placed. I raise a questioning eyebrow and she smiles.
"You'll understand very soon," she teases. "Now let me finish this," she commands more than asks.
I nod as she starts loosening my tie and tosses it carelessly to the floor. She lifts my left arm to unfasten the cuff button as I lower my other hand to her thigh. She spreads her legs and I take the invitation to slide my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I cup her pubic mound. She stares directly into my eyes as she shamelessly thrust against my hand. Shocked, I slide a finger inside my wife as she begins to fuck herself on my finger. I've only been home five minutes and Susie has already shocked me several times with her wantonness. Never have I seen her this wild or uninhibited.
Finished with my left cuff, she reaches down to unfasten the button on my right sleeve, now slowly rubbing herself on the extended fingers of my left hand. Never taking her eyes from mine, her hands then make their way to my neck where they make quick work of all the remaining buttons of my shirt.
Her hands begin to unfasten my belt and I realize I am so aroused I'm afraid I may cum before she gets me undressed. My belt snaps open and quickly my pants are unfastened and around my knees. The slow luxurious strip that started with my shirt has evaporated as her needs to get me naked have equaled mine.
She backs away from my hand for a moment and pulls my dress shirt and t-shirt off. She leans forwards and takes my right nipple between her teeth and bites. Pain and pleasure rip through me and my knees almost buckle. Smiling she looks up at me and begins licking her way down my stomach, sinking to her knees as she does.
"Ohgod," I moan to myself as she finishes kneeling and begins to lick the outside of my boxers. I close my eyes in arousal and anticipation. "
Could it be?
" I hope to myself. Her hands coax me to lift one of my feet and I feel and then hear my shoe tossed across the floor. I feel my pant leg pulled off my leg and then her hand pulling my foot back to the floor.
I groan as her lips find my boxer sheathed cock and begin to suck through the cloth. "Ohgodyes," I moan, relishing the rare feeling of her mouth on me. Her hands then coax me to lift my other leg and I can barely breathe much less balance as another shoe is tossed. I feel my pants sliding down and then the slight coolness of the room on my shin. I lower my left leg as her hands encircle my waist as she begins to guide my hips back and forth. More shock registers in what little parts of my brain still function. Susie not only has gone down on me but is guiding me to fuck her mouth, with my boxers substituting as a condom. With a slurp I feel her lips leave my cock and I finally manage to open my eyes, staring down into her twinkling eyes.
"Did you enjoy that?" She laughs, my hard cock severely tenting my boxers directly in front of her face.
