A tragic tale of confusion following what is a fairly standard format on Literotica.
Or is it?
I staggered out of my local pub, drunk as a Lord, and was half way home before realising that I'd turned left out of the damn place rather than right. Not for the first time I might add, as I was well known for my poor (read terrible) sense of direction. Giggling to myself, the way one does when you've downed seven pints of the landlord's finest, I turned round and retraced my steps, passing the now closed pub, which was probably just as well really, and down the hill towards my house.
I seemed to continue with confusing my left with my right, but eventually thirty odd minutes later I did manage to complete the five minute walk back to our street, though somehow seemed to have arrived at the wrong end.
Reaching my house, eventually that is, I looked up, totally astonished to find my house was no longer there. However, using my addled brain, I at last worked out what the problem might be, and turning around there was our semi detached bungalow on the other side of the road. So, not bothering to worry too much about why or when my house had or hadn't been moved, I zig-zagged across the road, only to spend the next few minutes trying to open the hedge. Realising after a while that hedges don't actually open, I decided on a different track, and feeling my way along the hedge I eventually found a gate, opened it, and proceeded round the back and let myself in through the back door. Always left that unlocked after a night at the pub due to previous difficulty in finding that elusive little hole to put the key in. In fact like the neighbours we hardly ever locked any of ours doors as burglary was unknown. We used to joke that the police would need to consult their GPS to even find us.
Wondering what the chances were of a little bit of rumpty-tumpty with the wife, I swaggered down the corridor with a devilish grin on my face. Imperially pushing open the bedroom door, and in the half light, I was shocked to see my scrawny next door neighbour Jim lying there in my bed with my wife right there next to him.
It took me a few moments to take in what this meant, and a few more to decide what to do about it. But fear not, despite my befuddled state, I was an avid reader of LV on Literotica and knew exactly what to do.
Furious, as one would be, I charged across the room, grabbed hold of him, dragged him over to the window, remembering to open it, and launched the bastard through it.
