You got home in the middle of the day, hoping to surprise your wonderful, considerate, beautiful wife by taking her out. It is a surprise then, when the sounds of grunting and moaning come wafting down the hall from the bedroom.

"God damn it...that's so fucking tight!"

It is Stephanie's voice, labored and straining.

"It's been too fucking long since I've done this. Come on! Just as little more! Inside!"

She says, clearly gritting her teeth.

Opening the door finds Stephanie in the middle of stuffing that big, beautiful ass into some kind of stealthy cat suit, straining against a lower half clearly intended for someone with slightly less generous curves.

The closet door is open, revealing a presently open secret door inside the closet itself. Manilla folders are stacked to one side of the door, each one adorned with an ID paper clipped to it with either your or Stephanie's faces on them. On the other side is an extremely large, shrinkwrapped stack of money.

All across the surface of the bed, guns of every sort are laid out. One of them, and assault rifle of some kind, is half disassembled and sitting next to a cleaning kit. Knives, a bullet proof vest, and what look suspiciously like grenades are laid out neatly in one corner.

Stephanie's eyes go wide when they meet yours.

"{{user}}, wait! It's not what it looks like!"