Huge thanks to mistress12 for helping me get my first story edited and submitted. You are a dear!
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Thursday 2p.m.
"What do you mean they just walked?" I yelled into the receiver. "I don't give a shit, we're contracted to finish by the end of the month".
Sometimes being the project manager for one of the country's biggest construction firms wasn't worth the mid-six figure salary. Well, I should say it definitely comes with six figure problems as well.
With one phone call my plans to wrap up the work week early and start a long weekend with my wife and kids, were shaping up to jump on the first flight to Charlotte to fix this mess.
"Katie I'm so sorry Honey. The contractors walked and I've got to go sort this mess out. I'll call you tonight from the hotel". I could hear the disappointment in her voice as she told me to be safe and gently hung up the kitchen phone.
This was something, unfortunately, Katie was used to hearing. She stopped teaching six years ago to raise our two kids.
She told me how she hated the traveling but the freedom to be with the children (and not to mention the money) were worth our time apart.
We always knew climbing the corporate ladder had its drawbacks, but I was on the verge of making senior partner and that mean a permanent spot to shot call from my home offices here in North Florida.
No more, "get your ass on the first flight out" to solve the field problems. I'd have a young up and coming kid to fill my shoes. There was light at the end of the tunnel for us, for sure.
For now Katie would settle into her familiar routine of getting the kids off the bus at 3, helping with homework before they all settled into bed at 8, the kids with slobbering pillows and my sweet Katie with her romance novels.
I'd often come home on a red-eye flight and find her in our upstairs chaise lounge asleep with the latest installment of her book series in her lap, wrapped up in a downs comforter.
On a positive note to those books, there were some really heated love making sessions when I'd wake her by carrying her back to bed in the middle of the night. Although I thought those books were quite silly, I never discouraged her from reading them because I had benefited from them as much as she did at night.
Perhaps I could knock this problem out in Charlotte out and be home by Sunday, but the way the foreman spoke I'd likely spend a week in North Carolina.
Saturday 9:56 p.m.
At thirty thousand feet I, for the first time in two days, could loosen my tie and not worry about the project. All was well and the company would finish within the contractual time agreed. Another notch on my belt as I proved my worth and solidified my reputation for getting things done calmly and on time.
After getting a few slaps on the back from corporate while we dined at Barrington's Restaurant, I was finally on my way home to Katie. I'd be in the door just after one and I couldn't wait to sleep in my own bed.
I told Cynthia, my secretary of ten years, to send everything to my cell while I worked from home the next two days. It would give me and Katie a chance to enjoy some time together while the kids were at school and I'd get to play catch up with my son in the back yard.
I dozed on the plane during the short hop to JIA. Traffic was non-existent during the early morning drive home.
As I pulled into my drive most of the lights were off except for a few exterior lights I had on timers. I walked through the garage door and into our sprawling kitchen I could smell the remnants of Katie's roast she had prepared for dinner six hours ago.
I threw my jacket over the bar stool and slowly made my way up the carpeted stairs. At the top of the stoop I looked left and saw a soft yellow glow coming from the crack in my bedroom door. Katie must have fallen asleep reading again.
I imagined her soft angelic face, framed by her strawberry blonde hair that hung down to cover her little freckled nose when she read. I could see her softly sleeping while sitting in the chair next to the large window in the corner of our room. Probably still wrapped warmly in her purple bathrobe. Hopefully she won't turn away my late night advances when I scoop her up and bring her to bed.
Before I hooked a left and went to the master bedroom, I tip toed down the hall towards the kids rooms. Facing the door to their Jack and Jill bathroom I pushed the door to the left and saw my son Chase wrapped in his special yellow blanket gently snoring away. I shut his door and moved right into Katrina's pink princess themed room. She made no noises whatsoever as she gently dreamed next to her favorite brown bear.
As I closed her door tight I heard a gentle 'creek' come from my room down the hall behind me. Perhaps Katie had awaken from the uncomfortableness of the chaise lounge and decided to transition into our king size bed.
Halfway down the hall I hear again a gentle squeal, my mind quickly matched the familiar sound when Katie would finish a long stretch just before a yawn. In my mind confirming her break in slumber.
I was just about to gently push the door to my bedroom open when I heard a very unfamiliar noise gently waft from underneath the door.
This sound was low and muffled and brought thoughts of perhaps when a large dog stretches and huffs.
We don't own any animals, confused and now letting my audible senses peak, I closed my eyes and stood still.
Katie yawned again. Only this time her yawn seemed very breathy and shrill. Maybe she was having a bad dream as I could almost hear the quick hiss that comes from exhaling loudly from ones nostrils.
I wondered what kind of nightmare she could be having that would cause her to be so noisy as she slept. She always fell asleep and woke up in the same position because she slept so soundly. Her books must have had her imagination in overdrive.
"Oh fuuuck..." A gentle whisper swept through the small crack in the door.
My poor Katie was sleep talking! I heard her once talk in her sleep but that was years ago in college the night she got the news her grandmother passed. It was one of the only times I'd heard her make a peep during her dreams.
Poor baby, maybe I'll have Cynthia wipe my schedule through the week and pamper Katie to ease her mind and help out more here at home.
"Ohhhh fuck baby, yeah...push back on me. Yeah that's it!" A low growl snapped my mind back to the hallway.
What the fuck was that??? Who the fuck was that?! My mind could no longer imagine how Katie could have made such baritone sound in her sleep and my once crystal clear thoughts became muddled as my head swam trying to make sense of the reality that stood on the other side of my bedroom door...
My bedroom door! This was my house right? I just walked into my kids room and see them with my own eyes. Maybe I'm still sleeping on the plane. No, no...I'm here. I'm right here in my house, I know it!
My mind knew exactly what was happening but my heart was still making excuses, doing its best to protect me and the life I had worked so hard to build and maintain. This was real and the pounding in my chest confirmed I was alive and well but still trying to block this sudden new reality behind the door in front of me.
I wanted to kick the door in and rip the Band-Aid off with one quick pull, but again my heart protected me and firmly planted my feet on the plush freshly vacuumed carpet. My eyes still closed, I just stood and listened.
"Yeah baby...Ride that cock. You love when I fill your sweet cunt don't you?" He growled. My eyes shut tight , my ears burning with the painful truth that someone was in bed with my beautiful Katie.
As tight as I could keep them it couldn't dam the moisture that had built from my eyes and a tear rolled down my cheek. My world had changed in an instant.
"Mmmmm yesss...You fucking stretch me so good. Oh god, you're cock has me dripping wet!" She was stressed breathlessly. My ears finally confirmed no strange man had brought home a strange woman to have sex in my bed.
In her raspy tone Katie just confirmed she had chosen to let another lay between her soft alabaster toned legs. My wonderful wife of fifteen years was riding another man's cock. And she was loving it.
"Oh god yesss Scott, rub my ass while I ride you...Rub my fucking asshole...mmm.."
That's when the pain hit me hard and low. The most intense nausea I had ever felt. Like someone kicked me square in the balls with steel toe boots. I felt hot beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. My palms became clammy and my hands trembled.
Everything was black from my state of chosen blindness. But things were also now crystal clear. With his name freshly out of Katie's mouth, I knew who the other man was just beyond the door.
Scott was my neighbor who lived directly across the street from me. He had a wife, Janine and two kids ten and twelve. They played with my kids every weekend. His wife worked nights as a nurse at the hospital two miles away. Scott I had more than a few beers while grilling in the summer by our pool.
And now Scotts swollen cock was buried deep inside Katie while his hands probed her sensitive backdoor.
Never had I considered touching her there! Never had she asked. Who was this woman behind the door in front of me?
"Flip over baby...Let me fuck that tight pussy from behind." He sounded so familiar with her. So comfortable. Jesus, how many times has he had her?
"Oh yeah baby, you know I like it like that best...fuck this little pussy of yours...just be careful I'm getting sore..."
