I get let off of work early one day so I decide to show up quietly at the house and surprise the wife with a bit of nookie.

I get home and quietly enter the house and quickly realize that someone has beat me to it. I can hear her moaning. She has always been a bit of a screamer. "Oh God!" I can hear her exclaim. "Oh! Oh! Oh God!'

I creep toward the sound of her voice and see that she was respectful enough of our vows not to sully our marriage bed with her adulteries. She is in the guest bedroom. I get down on the floor and crawl to door of the guest room and peek in. Because of my position I can't see who she is with, but I can see her face contorted in extacsy and her body from the waist up. Her tits are flopping up and down as she grinds her pussy against her lovers face.

I snap. This will not do. I crawl away from the door and I go back into the living room. Devestated, I go to my gun locker and I get my .45 pistol. This is too much to bear. She and her lover have to die.

I go back to the guestroom. This time I don't crawl. I walk right in and she does not notice. Her lover, with a face full of pussy can't see anything way. Then I realize, right before I bust out laughing, that even without a face full of pussy, her lover can't see anything.

She was grinding one out on Winnie the Pooh!