For a long time Stacey suspected that her husband was having an affair and tonight was the night she was going to catch him. For nearly a month she had come home to find her husband sitting and sweating at the kitchen table, with his shirt buttoned improperly and the whole place smelling like sex. It didn’t matter how hard she tried though, no matter how quickly she sped home, no matter how quietly she’d sneak up the driveway, she couldn't catch him in the act. She would always find him the same way and no matter how hard she looked, she could never find the skank, whoever she was. But tonight was different, she’d told her husband that she would be a bit late coming home, only she wasn’t even going to work at all. Instead, she was sitting in a hire car on the other side of the street, ready to catch him balls-deep in some whore.
Stacey’s husband returned home from work at around five o’clock, about the time he usually would, two hours before the end of Stacey’s work day. Hopping out of the car, he looked about sheepishly before turning his key in the front door and sneaking inside. A few moments later the blinds in the front living room snapped shut, followed by the blinds in the bedroom. This was it, Stacey knew, she was going to catch him, she just needed to wait until the mistress arrived.
Two hours passed by slowly as Stacey sat and yawned at the front of her house. Sitting still for so long was starting to get to her. There’d been no sign of someone approaching the house and she was starting to lose faith in her plan. On a normal work day she would be arriving home at any minute now, yet nothing had happened. The idleness had left her with plenty of time to develop different theories regarding the ways in which her husband was cheating. Maybe he had a secret tunnel that he snuck her into the house through? Maybe she had arrived really early and had let herself in with a key that her husband hat left her? Or maybe she’d simply been let in through the back door? The thought suddenly made her sit bolt upright in her seat. Did the blinds of the living room window just flutter? She could be in there right now!
Throwing open the car door, Stacey bolted across the front lawn and shoulder charged the front door. A sickening crack reverberated throughout the house as wood splintered and the door gave way, sending Stacey crashing into the hallway. For a brief second she thought she heard the sound of a stifled moan. She was furious. The house was dim and it took a while for her eyes to adjust as she darted down the long hallway to the kitchen. Behind the door she could hear the familiar slapping sound of skin on skin. She was going to murder the slut that had corrupted her husband, and then she was going to burn her husband alive. Yet when she flung the door open, her jaw dropped as she caught sight of her husband standing stark-naked in front of the oven with his dick in a carved-out leg of ham…