What had started as a beautiful warm summers morning had become, a sweltering hot summers day. Hot and sticky. Fine if you're not at work but I was, and work was the last place I wanted to be on a day like this. Everyone was hot and irritable, all anyone wanted was to get out of out of the office. As I left work all I wanted was a shower, a beer and a cool breeze. The sun and heat is a big turn on for me, I was sure if I could get you to the pub for few white wines, which seemed to be an aphrodisiac for you, I might just get you in the mood. Home is a forty minute car journey away so I put the air con on full blast and tried to cool down as I crawled through the traffic. My mind was racing through various scenarios getting myself even more wound up causing my cock to strain hard against my jeans. I needed you bad.
Thursday is your day off and I wondered what you'd been up to all day. When I finally get home, I step out of the air conditioned car into the heat. As I walk into our house I call out your name but there is no reply. Walking through the dark house to the garden my eyes take a while to adjust to the light outside, I see a woman I don't recognise, sitting opposite you. It looked like I was not going to get you to myself and into the little denim shorts you were wearing. I made sure my hard cock was not obvious through my jeans, as I stood in the door way to the garden I could clearly see you and the other woman were both a little drunk. Not a lot, but just enough for you to be cheeky and provocative.
You walk over to me, your eyes dropping to the bulge in my jeans and back to my face with a broad smile 'We need more wine can you go to the shop'. Your hand sliding up my back under my shirt while the back your hand holding the wine glass drops down to gently brush the line of my cock, hidden from the view of your friend.
Having been at work all day I thought it was little naughty but I go to the shop none the less. The village shop is only a short walk away so I was soon back but only to find the garden empty. There was no sign of you or your friend.
As I went back into the kitchen I hear a shout 'We're upstairs, bring the wine and some glasses... oh and some ice too'.
I uncork the wine, pour a couple of glasses and do as I am asked. As I reach the top of the stairs I realise you're both in our bedroom, the tour usually stops in your dressing room with you going through your extensive collection of shoes. As I step into the bedroom the haze of the hot day at work begins to clear and I noticed you and your friend are sat on the bed, in short, frayed denim shorts, vest tops and gladiator sandals. Your sandals, tall with brown leather straps the length of your calves, a favourite of mine for some time.