Bill unlocked the door to the apartment and let himself in. “Hey, Melissa, I’m home,” he said as he left his shoes at the door.
“Good, I’ve been waiting for you.”
Her voice had come from down the hall, in their bedroom, and he had heard a subtle inflection on the word “waiting.”
He checked a clock and then a calendar to make sure he hadn’t forgotten something and been late. Finding nothing, he put a hand to his chest and let out a soft breath as he went down the hall. As he got closer to their room, he caught the sound of a grunt, and he tilted his head, confused. He entered the doorway and stopped, staring.
Melissa smiled at him — really, it was more of a predatory leer. “Work got out a little early,” she said, groaning, and slid the dildo between her legs over her vulva. “And I’ve been thinking so hard about what I want to do to you.”
Bill’s hand migrated to the bulge forming in his pants, and just as he was about to start rubbing, Melissa eyed him sternly. “Not so fast, mister. Get over here.”