>sigh<
(((And the wolf writes..)))
.. On my way home from a long day at work, I thought about my wife. My beautiful, almost absent wife. We have been married for the better part of 19 years. She was just as beautiful to me as the day I met her. Dark strawberry blonde hair, milk white skin. Her laugh was what was ringing in my ears at that moment. Our phone conversation was still fresh on my mind.
" hello dear. how is your day going?"
"Pretty well so far . I am on my way home. Tired, cranky, hungry.. as usual. When will you be home tonight ?" I asked.
" Not until late.. again.. I have already left my office and am heading out to the conference in a few mintes. It wont be over until 9-10 at the latest. Do you want me to bring dinner ?"
"No. I will get something on the way home. "
" Im sorry I work so late so often. I will make it up to you, Promise."
" I miss you . "
" I miss you too.. love you even more."
" Then forget the conference and come home!"I joked
She laughed.. " I forget the conference, I forget the client, I forget a paycheck. "
" I know. I have to go. I love you"
" I love you too." She hung up.
Her laughter always made me think of a young neive girl . Her looks did the same. I think that is why...after 19 years.. she still mad emy loins burn like fire.
As I opened the door, I glanced at my watch and realized, it was only 550. Too early to start a dinner, too late to go back out , so I headed to my den upstairs. As I hung my coat and put my keys on the rack, I thought I heard the high pitch ringing of a TV screen. Standing still... listening to my surroundings.. I realized it was coming from up stairs.
Slowly, I took off my shoes so my steps were silent and made my way to the landing.
I could see the base of the door to my den from about halfway up the stairs. The blue light of the tv was flickering. No sounds.. no voices, just light coming from under my door.
I approached slowly, quietly. I was scared the the pounding in my chest could be heard so I held myself tight like a little kid scared of the dark.
I peered through the den door. On the tv I could see a piece of a porn movie, one of my favorites, playing silently in the background. The couch that faced the TV had its back to the door. I saw the strawberry blonde hair that was my wifes draped down the back of it.
I stuck my head in a little further and realized... she was half naked.
I could hear her breath. I saw on the TV a women of dark colored hair and tall build being rubbed down by a long blonde haired man. A part of the movie I frequently watched myself. As the couple on the tv began to oraly please each other, I could hear my wife breathe heavy.
I got brave and walked close to the couch.
From my stand point, I could see all the way down to her underware, but not her face. Nor could she see mine.
her hands had moved aside her pantys and her delicate fingers were slowly rubbing her cl*t.
I stood there.. stunned.
I watched her , I listened to her, I smelled her.
((( I cant go on.... I will be booted from A2k.... ))
A+ work Gus
