Larna! Come here, babe. I got some good news. I got good news. Put on your dancing shoes, sweetheart," Neil called out as soon as he closed the front door to his Victorian-style home. "You won't believe what happened to me at the office today."
Neil removed his tie and blue button-up shirt, then grabbed two champagne glasses out of the cabinet and a bottle of Moet from the icebox. Making his way to the master bedroom, he could not wait to tell his girlfriend that he had been promoted to vice president.
When he heard the soft music playing from behind the closed bedroom door, he smiled. That could only mean one thing. Larna was soaking in some sweet smelling bubbles and would be just right for him to make love to her. At that moment, Neil was definitely glad to be in his skin.
His body stiffened in anticipation as the sounds of Sons of Funk's "Pushin' Inside of You" cascaded softly through his bedroom door.
He removed his white undershirt, black slacks and socks, and plaid boxers, and left them in the hall as he entered the room with nothing but the champagne bottle and glasses. He called out to her softly. "Larna…"
The sound of glass breaking caused Larna to jump up from the bedroom sofa.
"Cornelius! Babe, what are you doing home so early? I thought you called and said you would be working late. Why did you come home so early?" She was talking a mile a minute. "I didn't want you to find out like this."
"What…what the hell is going on here?" Neil could not hide hurt in his low, cracking voice.
His first instinct was to throw hands with the person who had been stroking his woman with the biggest, blackest dildo he'd ever seen. The size of the dildo sent a wave of intimidation over Neil causing his disposition to change from hurt to horror. He had an above-average package himself, but he had never imagined competing with a mechanism of that magnitude.
He quickly remembered his own nakedness, so he stormed back into the hallway and put on his boxers. The last thing he wanted was to be tussling with another butt naked individual.
Larna and her lover followed suit, putting on as many clothes as they could before Neil came back in.
"Don't worry, babe," Neil heard Larna's accomplice say. "You can always come home with me. I told you before that I'll take care of you better than he can. You don't need this buster."