Chapter 2: The Surprise

The flight to San Jose was uneventful, and Ty’s luck changed at the airport when he was able to get a ride within minutes of hitting the taxi line. He gave the driver his home address and sat back for the thirty minute commute. He started to reach for his phone to text Casper, but then thought he was this close he would surprise her with his early arrival.

The driver pulled to a stop alongside the curb in front of Ty’s house. Ty pulled out his corporate card for one final transaction on the trip, tipped the driver nicely, and then grabbed his bags and practically bounded up to the front door in relief to finally be home after the grueling conference. He was surprised to see that the living room lights were on as he climbed the front steps.

Ty let himself in front door and was again surprised when he didn’t have to disarm the alarm system. Normally, Casper always locked the door and turned on the system as soon as she got home when he was out of town. Finding it disarmed when he wasn’t expected for several hours was definitely not normal.

Ty dropped his backpack and small bag on the couch and made his way to the back of the house and the master bedroom. As he walked he pulled his shirt tails out of his pants and had it unbuttoned as he rounded the marble island in the kitchen. He didn’t see the stack of mail stacked precariously on the counter top and brushed it with the dangling arm of his shirt causing it to crash to the floor.

A second after the mail hit the floor he heard a shriek from the bedroom.

“Sorry, hon, it’s just me. I wanted to surprise you!” yelled Ty as he ran to the bedroom. When he rounded the corner and entered the bedroom he felt like he had just been hit in the gut by a baseball bat. His eyes showed him the scene in front of him, but his brain was not as quick in registering what he saw.

Ty could see a man’s naked ass as he stood at the door leading from the bedroom into the backyard. He was trying turn the lock with one has as his other scrambled to keep a bundle of clothing from dropping to the ground. When the lock finally turned the man threw open the door and rushed outside, losing a sock and underwear, plus his wallet and keys from a pocket in his slacks.

In the same field of vision Ty could see the shocked expression on his wife’s face as she also watched the naked man retreat into the backyard. One leg was off the bed and resting on the floor giving an unimpeded view between her spread legs. Her pubic hair was clearly mottled and Ty could see juices running down her inner thigh. She wore only the top half of a skimpy teddy he had bought her for Valentine’s Day. One strap had fallen and a breast was fully exposed.

As the swinging rear door slowly came to a stop Ty and Casper turned to look at one another. Before anything can be said they hear a commotion.

“Fuck!” is heard screamed by the retreating paramour followed by a large splash as he falls into the pool. Uncontrolled splashing finally quiets for a brief silence before there is a loud thunk as the naked man crashes into the fence in an attempt to get over it as quickly as possible.

Ty refocuses his attention toward the bed. Casper has not made any attempt to cover or clean herself even though her juices are now dripping onto the carpet. She mutely stares at him for a second before standing and padding past him toward the bedroom door. She pauses long enough to take a robe from a hook behind the door and then proceeds into the hallway. Ty can hear a jingle as he assumes she collected her purse from the small table in the kitchen and then the opening of the kitchen door to the garage. A moment later he hears the garage door engage and her car start.

In less than three minutes Ty’s life has exploded. He went from eagerly rushing home to see his wife to finding her fucking a neighbor, to having her walk out on him without a word. He slumped into the chair in the corner of the room and stares blankly out the open door into the backyard.

Ty did not know how much time had passed as he sat motionless in the chair, his mind racing to catch up and make sense of what had happened since he got home. He finally rose and walked to the back door, kicking the sock and underwear under a nearby shrub in the backyard. He stooped to pick up the dropped wallet and keys, holding both in one hand as he shut and locked the door.

In a haze Ty turned and retreated to the kitchen when he saw his humidor on the dresser. He paused long enough to collect a cigar, cutter, and lighter before leaving the bedroom. In the kitchen he pulled a bottle of tequila from the shelf. He filled a glass and then exited to the backyard.

Ty collapsed onto a chair and dropped his cell phone, the interlopers wallet and keys, and his drink on an end table. He peeled open his cigar and got it lit, feeling the rush of nicotine as it hit system, but not really enjoying the moment as he normally would. The first large gulp of tequila should have also been an excellent addition to the cigar, but it too was met without any enjoyable response.