I had been on a road for three days and was looking forward to a short nap then a quiet dinner out with my wife Barbara. I didn’t have the radio on but rather was listening to the sounds of the car. It was running extraordinary well, it seemed so smooth and quiet. The turnpike scenery was only a blur and my mind wondered from the car to my wife and family. We’ve been married for 25 years very much in love and are financially comfortable, and oh yes, did I say very much in love?
Barb and I were high school sweethearts and dated each other exclusively during our college years. We got married just two weeks after commencement. Barbara was quite popular in school and I deemed myself to be extremely lucky to be the one she married. As a good-looking cheerleader, she had her pick of all the guys.
About eight years ago I started my own business and had to travel now and then. I guess I was lucky in business as well as it has provided the means for us to be what folks would call upper middle class. We have the proverbial house in the suburbs along with a lifestyle to suit. Barbara adapted to the “housewife” routine and we had the standard two kids, both boys. She’s naturally pretty and over the years has taken the time out from household chores to keep in top notch shape. She still weighs the same one hundred and fifteen pounds she did in college and at 5’2″ with blonde hair that presents a super nice picture.
As I approached our house, I noticed a strange car in the driveway. Thinking nothing of it I entered the house through the side door, which eventually enters into the kitchen, thinking that’s where she would be. The house was quiet except for the drone of the furnace fan as the central air conditioner was running. Hoping to surprise my lovely wife with my three-hour early return I walked into the house quietly and not seeing Barbara in the kitchen, started towards the family room.
I was only a few steps from the family room when I heard a loud grunt and then a much louder “aaaagghh!” The sounds cause me to stop dead in my tracks. It was then that I heard a deep male voice say, “God, you have a great pussy.” That, together with hearing wet slapping sounds, I instantly knew what was going on. My wife Barbara was with another man.
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