STORY: Coming Home

The shock.

At what I saw.

And how naive I had been.

I came home early, without warning. Hoping to surprise you with some flowers that I had picked up. You had the house to yourself all day, and would until tomorrow afternoon.

We had made plans for that evening.

I quietly closed the door behind me. Slipped off my shoes. My vest.

As I crept upstairs, I unbuttoned my shirt.

I thought I'd find you napping. But what I saw when I reached the bedroom was more incredible. More hot.

I saw your bare feet, toes curled, legs spread slightly. I heard you breathing. I traced my way up your legs with my eyes, and saw your fingers buried deep in your crotch. Your hips moving slightly as you caressed your clit. Your eyes closed. Biting your lower lip.

Shock. Lust.

I had not known that you pleasured yourself alone. In fact, you had always denied it. I believed you. Being the prim and proper woman outside of the bedroom - I never imagined. I watched you when we were alone together. And enjoyed it.

But this...

I slowly unzipped my pants, and began stroking my throbbing cock while I watched you play with your pussy. I watched as your fingers slid slowly inside, and then back out. I saw the light glisten off your wet fingers. Your clit.

I watched as you squeezed your thighs together against your hands, grinding them against you. You hips moving slowly up and down. Side to side.

Your moans and breathing sent shivers down my back. I could feel myself getting close, and pre-come was oozing from the tip. I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to hear you bring yourself to climax. I wanted to watch you. Without knowing I was.

Playing with my cock while watching you from the hall, I could almost smell you from where I stood. I looked down at my cock, and watched my hand slide up and down the thick shaft. I imagined your lips wrapped around the end of it. I looked up to you, laying on the bed.

You were still oblivious to my presence in the hall. Your hips were moving faster now, and your moans were louder. I saw your toes flexing, your stomach shuddering. Your hips rose one final time before you turned your face into the pillow to stifle your scream.

I watched for a moment as you laid there, calming down. Still unaware that I had come home.

Until I reached to my belt and unclasped my handcuffs. That single click seemed to fill the hall.

You jumped at the sound, and when you saw me approaching the bed - my hard cock hanging out of my unzipped pants - the handcuffs in my hand - I could see the embarrassment in your eyes.

You had been caught.

I grabbed your wrist, and as the handcuffs clicked closed, on your right wrist, then your left...

I told you exactly what I thought...

"THAT was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. And you, my dear? You better brace yourself..