Depraved Fantasies
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John had been married for six months, and he had just started his first real job at the firm. He knew his bride was lonely in their new town and distressed at his long hours. But he was desperate to impress his tyrant of a boss and to prove his worth to the company. The hours were terrible, his boss was a bully, and he hated every minute of it. But there were a dozen recent grads who could take his place at any time. His wife wanted to start a family soon and he would do anything to make her happy and comfortable.
His boss was starting to get in the habit of leaving early every Friday afternoon. One time after he left, John realized it was a rare chance to head home early and surprise his wife, and maybe take her to a nice dinner in town and a movie. They hadn't been out together in weeks. He quietly left the building without telling anyone and drove home.
Confusingly, though, John arrived home to find his boss's unmistakable, vintage BMW in his driveway. He realized he had been caught. It was apparently some kind of test, and John had failed by leaving early, and would now be chewed out in front of his wife. With a heavy sigh, he walked to the front door to face the music. Oddly, though, there was no one in the living room or the kitchen. His boss's briefcase was sitting on the hallway floor, but otherwise there was no sign of anyone.
Then John heard his wife calling out from upstairs it what sounded like pain or urgency. He started up the steps, not quite understanding the feeling of dread that was washing over him. She called out again, but this time it sounded more like a moan, and John suddenly realized she sounded aroused, like she was just then being sexually penetrated. John froze in his tracks, but a short moment later the sound was followed immediately by the rhythmic squeaking of their box spring, and the short, escalating, enthusiastic cries of his girl, getting fucked hard in their bed.
John still couldn't afford to get caught here, and challenging his boss would mean losing his job. So he tiptoed out of the door, back to his car, and drove off. He would spend the rest of the afternoon drinking himself numb in a local bar, waiting for his boss to finish with, and most likely in, his beautiful young bride.