Coming Home - Sex Stories

Coming Home

Well, an unsettling Monday is almost in the books. The amount of work that's been piling up and the meetings I've been in lately are stressing me out. I feel the need to go home, make a nice, tall whiskey on the rocks and sit and stew in my lounger. My phone vibrates as I'm closing up the office. I look at my watch and notice it's already seven o'clock. Letting out a big sigh, I grind my teeth a little as I check my messages. There are four unread texts and two missed calls. I pull them up. My buddies wanted me to come out to the bar for a few rounds. My wife also texted me, asking when I was coming home, saying she was feeling lonely. We haven't been really intimate lately, this being my busiest work season. She hasn't been all that interested in sex lately, anyway. The last few months of our marriage have been rocky. I've had the urge to try new things, but talking to her about it just never works out like I want. She states our love life is great and having me on top works best for her. I scratch my head and agree, but always wonder about trying something new or different. I don't want to ruin our sex life, but I also don't want it to go stagnant. I hop into my car, and before I pull out, I text my wife and ask what's for dinner tonight. Rather, I ask what she's made that I will re-heat. She answers, saying she just made a small pasta dish and would heat it up and leave it out for me. I reply, thanking her, and asking how she's "feeling" tonight. I never get an answer. I ...

... just laugh and mumble to myself, saying, “Well, not tonight I guess.” Pulling into the driveway, All the lights are out, and I wonder if she was really so tired that she went to bed without me. I just shake my head, as I unlock the door and let myself in. The entire house is dark except for the dim lights over the island in the kitchen. I'm puzzled as I lock the door behind me. Taking off my jacket, I walk into the kitchen and find no food on the table. I roll my eyes at the ceiling, calling out for my wife. I get no reply, and an exasperated sigh of disbelief hisses out from between my lips. How can a day get any worse? I've had enough for one day, so I head down the hallway to our bedroom. As I approach the closed door, I hear soft moaning. Incredulously, I begin considering the possibility that my wife might be cheating on me. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I press my ear to the door and listen hard. My wife is definitely moaning softly, over and over. Slowly, I open the door; it's just her, laying on our bed, in a very sexy, light blue, lace babydoll. She looks amazing in the thing, her generous breasts and perfectly shaped nipples deliciously presented. In her hand is a toy I've never seen before, and she's putting it to good use on her lace clad pussy. I can clearly see the wet spot on the sexy, little thong she's wearing. I wonder what's come over her as I watch her pleasuring herself. She's bought new lingerie and a sex toy, something which, to my knowledge, she's ...