Joe woke up suddenly, his alarm showing five in the morning. He rolled over and turned it off, and then slowly rose up. Rubbing his eyes slowly, he glanced over at his wife.
Her long blond hair flowed over the pillows, as her chest rose back and forth in a deep sleep. His gaze traveled to her big tits, which were hidden behind a tight shirt.
He instinctively reached out and grabbed the closest one, softly, caressing it slowly. He could feel her big nipple hardening under his scrutiny, his finger tracing circular patterns around it. Joe smiled to himself.
All of a sudden, her hand smacked his hand away. "What do you think you're doing?" she mumbled sleepily.
"You know what I want baby, come on!" he whispered hotly, as he grabbed at her chest.
"Let me sleep, Joe!" she said, as he tried to pull her shirt up over her big tits, another hand searching for her pussy lips down below.
"STOP, Joe...I'm tired!" she yelled, as she slapped his head while his mouth searched for one of her nipples.
Joe was pissed off. "Fine bitch!" he shouted. He got up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Joe went into the kitchen and turned the lights on. He started the coffee maker, and noticed his trashcan was full. "Fucking bitch!" he thought to himself. He was extremely horny, and his wife was too tired to fuck in the mornings lately it seemed.
He pulled his cigarette pack out and grabbed one, then went to take the garbage outside.
Joe opened his backdoor, and stepped outside. It was a warm morning, but still very dark. He lit his cigarette with a lighter, and proceeded to walk to his backyard behind his garage, where the trashcans were kept.
He cursed his swollen cock as he walked along the way, it painfully stuck out like a flag pole against his boxers. "Wish she would at least suck me off or something." he thought to himself as he walked along the beaten path.
It was at that particular moment that an unknown man was jogging along the street. His pace was slow, but steady, his feet hitting the pavement with firm footfalls.
This man happened to be approaching the house that Joe had just taken that trash out of.
Now this man was no jogger, or even into fitness at all. No, he liked to watch houses as he ran slowly along. He would pick which house would be good to rob. And usually, was was good at it.
He would jog around neighborhoods, dressed up as a jogger, usually early mornings, and rob people when they went to work, or were getting ready to go to work. Sometimes he wouldn't even have to break in, the house would have an unlocked door, or window.
He could be in and out of a house, finding the easiest to carry valuables, in five minutes flat. Many times, the occupants of these houses were home, usually sleeping, and totally oblivious to him silently sliding in and out.
He was that good.
His eyes even now watched greedily, as he was approaching a man, who was totally oblivious to him. The man was evidently taking out his garbage.
The jogging man slowed his pace and stopped suddenly, hiding in the shadows of a tree. He watched intently as the man smoking the cigarette walked slowly away, trash in hand.
"Time to go to work!" he thought to himself. The man drew his hood over his face, as he quickly and silently slipped up to the door that Joe had just previously exited.
He reached the backdoor and slid inside without a sound. He was inside in 5 seconds flat, it was that easy.
The man quickly made his way through the kitchen, and into the living room. His adrenaline was pumping now, as he quickly calculated where the bedrooms might be. He knew that the wife was home as well, but should be sleeping still. Even though, the unknown man was cautious.
He silently made his way through the dark interior of the large house. His sense of direction was uncanny, as he was quickly outside of the master bedroom door. He quietly opened the door and entered, shutting it behind him.
His eyes, having already adjusted to the dark, instantly noticed Amanda laying still in the bed. He immediately froze in fear, but swallowed in relief, as he realized she was sleeping deeply.
Amanda was snoring a little in fact, having no idea this stranger was in her room. Her ass was sticking out of the covers, as she had kicked them away.
The stranger crept slowly over to her sleeping form, a strange feeling entering him. He usually never bothered with people sleeping, just taking their valuables, whilst they slept. But this woman had such a delicious looking ass, he had to have a closer look!
