Just Once - Sex Stories

Just Once

It was still dark, so the only light was from the night light over the stove.

The slight glow of the kitchen clock allowed me to watch the sweep hand slowly tick by each number as time slipped by. I had been watching it for some time, almost hypnotized by its motion. It was just after 6:30 a.m. Sunday morning. I am not sure how long I had been sitting here, several hours now, but if it is a tell, the fresh bottle of scotch I had opened was almost empty now, so it had been a long time.

I was not supposed to be home tonight. Instead, I should have been out of town for one more night. I had completed my last job early, so I left for my three-hour drive home, arriving just after 1:00 a.m. I noticed a service truck parked in front of our house as I arrived. I had never seen it before and suspected it should not have been there at this hour of the night. I thought it was suspicious, so I parked outside the garage, not wanting the door to open to alarm or upset anything happening inside.

I entered the house through the garage door and slipped off my shoes. I walked into the kitchen, stopped, and listened. It was silent. In the low light from over the stove, I saw a workman's medal job order pad lying on the counter, with a hat and a pair of work boots on the floor next to the kitchen island. The hat had a Jacob Plumbing logo on the front.

I walked silently down the hallway to my bedroom door. It was quiet except for the deep breathing I heard. I looked inside and saw ...

... the last two candles still burning. Their glow was just enough to allow me to see a man and woman sleeping with the woman's head on his chest. He was partially covered with a sheet, but his hips were exposed, and the woman's hand was holding his impressive soft cock in her hand.

I said or did nothing. I just looked at my wife lying with this man. I was surprised I was not fuming mad, ready to kill them both, but for some reason, I was calm and did not want to make a scene and alarm them. I felt nothing, not anger, hate, betrayal, or anything. I was numb.

As I turned away, I heard the man moan and whisper, "You want to go for a third time, Elaine?"

I stopped a few steps down the hall and listened. I was completely out of sight and heard Elaine answer, "You ready again? I can go all night, can you?" There was no answer but the rustling of the sheets and then soft moans and a squeal. Followed by, "Oh, you nasty boy, you want to eat my ass, do you? Then you better get it ready and fuck me there too." Elaine's words shocked me; anal had never been anything Elaine was interested in, at least not with me, anyway.

I quietly walked back down the hall to the kitchen. I pulled down the new bottle of cheap scotch I had bought last week. I poured a glass and downed it, then poured another. I walked to the breakfast nook on the other side of the room. I sat the scotch bottle and my glass on the table. I walked into the garage to my workshop and opened my gun safe. I took out my ...