For Love Devious

Her Man Returns

Sasha's husband returned home. He hadn't called before because he wanted to experience his wife's excitement and built up anticipation when he walked through the door.

He walked in and all the lights were off. The house was quiet.

He took off his uniform, and went to the laundry room. His clothes were neatly folded as his wife had left them. He went through them to find something comfortable to change into as he waited for his wife to come in. As he went through them he noticed things that weren't his. Things his wife wouldn't notice weren't his, but he would. A couple pair of boxers that weren't his. A few white undershirts that were a size smaller than the size he wore. Then.

He noticed men's black socks. He hated black socks. There was no way his wife would have purchased them for him. She knew all too well his preference for white socks with grey heels and toes. The relief of returning home transformed with great pain, into anger. Who's socks were those he wondered.

He grabbed his car keys from their usual place. Went out to his car. He was going to find his wife.

Once in his car, he adjusted the seat. His wife being much shorter than him hadn't returned it to its correct position. She never did. When he grabbed at the handle beneath his seat. There was something attached to it. An envelope. It was a billing statement for a condo a few miles away.

He drove fast, his foot hard on the pedal. His eyes focused on the things he may see when he arrived, and not the road.

He banged on the door. He banged hard but couldn't be heard over the music.

Frustrated he went to the tall windows of the first floor condo. The blinds of all the windows were closed, except one. He could see clearly through the slightly open slightly closed blinds.

He saw his wife. Her blouse being removed. Her skirt being pulled off. He saw a woman with low cut hair, and a defined body committing these offenses against his heart.

He saw his wife. Her blouse being removed. Her skirt being pulled off. He saw a woman with low cut hair, and a defined body committing these offenses against his heart. He saw the woman go to a drawer by the bed and pull out...

Nova strapped on Osiris' seperated fallus. With it she stroked Sasha's embodiment of woman til Sasha seemed possessed by Isis. Sasha's beauty set fire. She was glowing. She was aflame as her body moved against Nova's love, her hand gripping Nova's neck. Sasha's eyes focused on her woman, on her pleasure. Her stare was serious; intense.

Tears fell from Sasha's face as her ass levitated off the bed they'd been having sex on. Every muscle tightened as hoards of pleasure ran amock through her entire body.

Nova moved from the bed. She picked up her phone...

Sasha's husband upon who's face there were also tears falling watched Nova pick up her phone. He watched her dial several numbers, but actually she'd only pressed three. She spoke on the phone for a few moments then hung it up and sat it down.

The condo's security arrived as Sasha's husband watched the two ladies meander around the bedroom after sex.

They asked him what he was doing. They'd spoken of someone reporting suspicious activity. One of the security guards noticing a glimmering at Sasha's husband's feet pulled his gun, and intstructed Sasha's husband to put his hands where he could see them. Sasha's husband bewildered, and dazed didn't register the request. He couldn't find his breathe. He doubled over; reached his hands to put them on his knees. The guard fired.

"What was that!" the other screamed. "There was a gun at his feet", the guard explained shaking. "It looked like he was reaching for it".

Sasha's husband lay on the ground holding his heart, and not the gushing wound at his stomach.