I Came Back From Work And Had A Quick One With My Wife On The Parlour Couch, Only For Me To Meet My Wife Sleeping Upstairs
EPISODE 1 Written By Jerry Smith.
It had been an exhausting day. The kind that drains you to the bone. Work had been relentless, and all I wanted was to collapse on my bed and sleep for a week. The cool evening breeze hit me as I stepped out of my car, but even that did little to ease my fatigue.
I unlocked the front door and walked into the parlour. There she was—my wife, Anita—lounging on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV. The glow from the screen illuminated her face, making her look even more beautiful.
She turned her head and smiled. “Welcome, baby.”
“Thanks, love,” I replied, setting my suitcase down beside the couch.
She stood up, stretched lazily, and walked toward me. “You look really tired.”
“I feel worse than I look,” I said with a sigh.
She took my suitcase and set it aside. “Let me help you with that.”
Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me. A deep, slow kiss. The kind that made my exhaustion momentarily disappear.
“Maybe I can help you relax,” she whispered against my lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
I chuckled, “You always know how to convince me.”
The next few moments were a blur of heat and passion. The couch became our escape, our place of release. It was quick, intense, and left me even more drained.
Afterward, I lay back, catching my breath. “I don’t think I can move,” I joked.
Anita laughed, running a hand through my hair. “Then just sleep here.”
“As tempting as that sounds, I need to shower.” I pulled myself up and reached for my trousers but decided against putting them on. Instead, I walked toward the bedroom in just my boxers.
As I approached the door, something felt… off. A strange chill ran down my spine. I hesitated before pushing the door open.
My heart nearly stopped.
There, on the bed, lying still under the sheets, was Anita. Fast asleep.
My breath hitched. I turned back toward the parlour, my mind racing. Had I just—?
No. That wasn’t possible. I had just been with her. I had kissed her. I had—
I took a step back, my thoughts spiraling. If Anita was here… then who had I just been with .
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