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The Cable Repair

I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock screaming, I looked around the hotel room one last time, finally I was going back home. It was a great visit with friends but it was time to get home, I missed my wife and my own bed and frankly I was horny as fuck. I packed up my things and headed to the airport. My wife on my mind the entire time, her long black hair flowing over her ample 38 C tits, her long muscular legs, her ass round and firm, her shaved pussy just waiting to be fucked. After all it had been two weeks. I missed her soft sexy lips on my own, but what I was longing for was to have her wrap them around my thick 7 inch cock before I pounded her pussy and finally rammed my cock deep into her tight asshole. You wouldn’t know it to look at her but she was definitely my whore. She craved my cock all the time and I knew I had to get my cock deep into her waiting holes. The cab arrived at the airport, the driver shocked me out of my thoughts with a simple, “Hey Buddy, that’ll be $88”. I passed him a hundred and told him to keep the change, as he didn’t interrupt the day dreams I was having of my sexy slut wife. The walk through the airport and through the customs area was uneventful and surprisingly my plane was on time. I was surprised merely due to the fact that I was not scheduled to return home for two more days. I booked an earlier flight so I could return to my beautiful wife. Mainly because our fucking internet went down and since we switched to Vonage, that also ...

... killed our phone so I was lonely and I knew she was lonely too, cell to cell phone sex isn’t the same. In hind sight if I hadn’t switched from my iPhone we could have FaceTime fucked, but that really didn’t matter now. I boarded my plane, snuggled in as the flight attendant swung her arms and pointed out the emergency exits. “Who cares!” I thought as I dozed into slumber,” if we crash we’re all going to die anyway……..” The wheels hitting the runway was all I needed to jolt me back into reality. “On time?, weird” I thought. I felt incredibly rested, or as rested as one can be after sl**ping for 6 hours in a giant cigar tube built by the lowest bidder. My head was a little sore from where it had been resting against the plastic interior of the plane but shit, I was almost home. My cock began to twitch again. “Is she ever going to get it!” I chuckled to myself. I de-boarded the plane and walked past the lost souls expecting to actually collect their luggage. “Travel light!” I always say, with my carry on in hand I exited the airport, fell into the back seat of a limo, and when I say limo what I mean is a black taxi with leather and tinted windows, I don’t care if it costs 20 bucks more I prefer not to ride in a shit can with no suspension or air conditioning. The driver kicked the thing in the guts, like they always do and sped towards my home. Ah yes, home, my king sized bed, my own shower, my horny wife un-fucked for 12 straight days! “an extra $20 if you get me there fast b*o!” ...