Over the next few days I found myself thinking about my ex more and more. The bitch had a slim firm body from all the exercise classes I had paid for. I had always wanted to fuck her tight arse but she had never been into it.
Without a firm plan I found myself putting together what I might need. A cheap dark tracksuit. Cheap trainers. Rubber gloves. Plastic tape and plastic cloths line. A Halloween devils mask. I drove to a couple of miles from where she was living and parked in a wood at dusk. I changed into the tracksuit and left my cloths in the boot. I had everything I needed in the backpack.
I jogged through the woods and along quiet streets to the back of her property. Only one car passed me on the way. A high wall surrounds her grounds. I checked no one was in sight and climbed over.
I had visited the house once so I had a rough idea of the lay out. It took me twenty minutes to reach the back door. I was taking my time making sure I was not seen. My ex has a couple of Hispanics working for her, Juanita and Christobel. I had seen Juanita use the back door so I knew it was open.
I slipped inside. This was the dangerous bit. I could hear someone clattering about in the kitchen. It was probably Juanita so I crept past and up the back stairway. I found myself on the main landing, which stretched from the back of the house to the front. I had not been up here before. So carefully I listened at each door before checking out the rooms. I had found a couple of empty guestrooms when I heard my wife’s voice. She was talking to Christobel as they came up the main stairs.
“Chris, it’s not good enough. I’ve asked you to fix it several times already!” I knew that tone. Poor Chris. The nagging bitch would probably have his balls. I quickly slipped inside the room I was outside. Bad choice! It was my ex’s room. I could hear her nagging voice approaching. I glanced around but there was no where to hide. I thought about her bathroom but then I would be trapped. At the last moment I fell to the ground and pulled myself under her bed. It was a tight fit but I was out of sight.
I heard the bedroom door open, “…it just keeps on dripping. I haven’t had a wink of sleep.” My wives voice suddenly stopped as the door closed and there was silence.
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