Every Friday Bruce has a long break between his split shift. Typically he comes home and he and his wife, Diana, go to the bedroom, they kiss, they touch, they talk about their fantasies. A little bit of talk and some role play never hurt anyone they usually say to each other. Sometimes it's bad teacher, sometimes it's the delivery man coming to the door. For both of them though the idea of another woman is hot. Diana is turned on my the idea of getting to play with another woman and Bruce loves the idea of willingly being told to do whatever Diana wants him to do in the situation, watch, stroke, join in, be a prop for their play.
This Friday was just like any other. Bruce was at work and toward the end of the shift texting Diana about how he couldn't wait to get home to see her. They mused about who might be waiting for him when Bruce got home. The bad teacher? Diana in the tub with a dildo that suctions to the side, fucking away with the door locked? Or her waiting on the bed already playing and wet.
The drive is about half an hour and while Bruce does not try to text and drive, Diana will commonly send messages stating her eagerness for his arrival. This particular morning Diana was oddly quiet, maybe there was something going on at the house that needed her attention, or an errand or two to run before Bruce got home. With the communication silence Bruce listened to his iPod and took the drive to think about what might await him.
When Bruce pulled into the driveway he noticed another car parked there as well, a little crestfallen that he likely was not getting to play with his wife, he knew that it wasn't that uncommon to have a visitor and while there might not be any sex to be had a visit with friends was always nice too. Getting out of the car, and coming to the front door, he walked in. "Babe, I'm home!" He said. There was no response. That was strange. He passed through the living room and dining room setting his bag down that he takes to work, looking for any sign of Diana and whoever was visiting. "Babe? Diana, are you here?"
Still no response came but Bruce did notice that the door down the hall to their bedroom was shut. Interesting. He went down the short hall and heard some muffled voices. What was going on? Immediately Bruce tried the handle on the bedroom door, only to find that it was locked. "Babe?" he said a bit more assertively. Was she really in there with the door locked? Was everything ok?
A few giggles emerged from behind the locked door. "Hey baby," came Diana's voice, "you're home!"
"Yeah I am. Why is the door locked?"
"Hhhmmm, I thought I would have some fun with you, and I thought a friend of mine could too. Say 'Hi' Harley." Diana called from the bedroom.
"Hi Bruce." Said an unfamiliar voice.
"Um, hi" Bruce said back, "If you are having fun with me why is the door locked?"