Go home to your wife

You walk down to your car, glad to be done with what you were dreading would be an all-nighter only an hour later than quitting time. As you get in and start your car you start to look at the evening before you. You'll likely be able to make it home before your wife goes to bed. And if you are good enough to her, you might even have a chance to relieve your overly-full balls. Pulling out of your parking space, you envision not pulling out of Katy. You can't wait to get home to try to get her to get frisky. However, when you get to the street it is so crowded that it takes you 10 minutes just to leave the building.

After sitting in traffic for more than an hour you finally get home and you park your car in the driveway, noticing there’s a strange truck parked in front of the house. You enter the front door and look to your left, and see a pair of workboots and legs. You take a half-step further and get a better angle to find Katy on top of the legs and workboots. She is wearing a racer-back blouse and her skirt clad hips are straddling his and you could swear that she is grinding on him. She is leaning forward over him, her right hand out of sight, while her left is braced on the counter, holding her up. Your wife is straddling some guy in your kitchen!

From what you can see, he has jeans and workboots on, but anything forward of your wife is blocked either by her body or the corner of the wall.