It was a normal day at work and I was arriving home after my wife as usual. I opened the front door of the house and heard music coming from the bedroom, which usually meant my wife was cleaning or having a solo dance party. Once I dropped my jacket and bag at the door I realized it was more than just music I was hearing. I could hear our wood headboard banging against the wall, almost in time with the music and my wifes loud yet almost stifled moans. I had an intense feeling of panic wash over me. My immediate thought was of my wife getting fucked on our bed by some guy that I didn’t know, or worse, did know.
I didn’t know how to react and it took me a moment to move from my frozen state. I walked quietly to our bedroom and pushed open the half closed door, half horny, half ready to attack. When I got to the end of our bedroom hallway and peeked around the corner, there wasn’t anyone there with my wife, much to my relief.