Friday, February 22, 2013

Working Late

I'd had to work late.  Again.  My boss insisted that the report due out the following Monday had to be on his desk before I went home for the day.  My wife seemed very understanding when I'd called and told her not to wait up for me.  When I quietly opened our door, so as to not wake her, this was the first thing I noticed.
Then I heard the noise.  I didn't want to believe it at first, though there was no mistaking my wife's grunting in sexual pleasure.  Tiptoeing to our bedroom door, I slowly cracked the door and that is when I understood why my boss insisted that I work late.
And why my wife was not upset that I had to.


  1. looks like your in time to clean up..... as u wait.... fix them a refreshing drink

    1. Excellent observation and suggestion Steph!

      Kiss kiss,


  2. Oh - i love her position of submission to his beautiful big black c♥ck!