Chapter 4

I cancelled the rest of my calls that week. I was in no mood to talk business. I became addicted to watching that video, especially knowing what was going on back at home. I have never felt such a desire to fuck my wife. No love making – just out right bend her over and drive it home fucking. I was actually looking forward to see where this was going to take us.

I arrived home a few hours later, three days before I was scheduled. Both my son and wife were surprised to see me walk in the door. I admit I was a bit let down that I did not walk into something more sinister but both were found in the kitchen. My wife was cooking dinner while my son sat at the table. I did notice that my wife was not wearing a bra, which was rare, at least when I was home.

I asked my son if I could borrow his mom for a minute as I led her by the hand into the pantry. As soon as the door was shut, I backed her up against the wall and started kissing her hard as I groped her breasts. She managed a "ouch" as she pushed my hands away. "What's gotten into you?"

I continued my assault as I worked the zipper of her jeans. "I want to fuck my wife. Is that so wrong?"

I was loud enough where she looked to the door and shushed me. "Jake will hear us." I pretended not to hear as I worked her pants down while unzipping my own. Soon I had her bent over the counter and I wasted no time shoving my mere seven inches into her snatch. If she had an issue, her pussy betrayed her. She was wet. Of course, some of that was probably left over cum from my son and who knows who else.