Stranger in the night

He took a deep breath, stifled a yawn, rubbed his eyes and fumbled for his keys. The taxi ride was rough, as was the flight that took him home. He'd cut short his trip and come back in the earlier flight. He wanted to surprise his wife, but now that he's standing outside the door of his home, he wasn't too sure if it was a good idea. His aeroplane had flown through a storm, and fate had placed him on a seat next to to a screaming infant and arguing parents. It was a long, tortuous journey, and at 3 in the morning, he wasn't sure what constituted a good idea anymore.
He'd very recently married to a woman whose father ran a business empire. Almost immediately, he was promoted. And, almost as quickly, he'd been sent out on this business trip. He'd felt guilty having to leave his new found bride; but she hadn't objected, but had been rather supportive of his trip. She was.. well, how could he describe her? He'd met her father first; and a short, whirlwind.. can he call it romance?.. er, familiarization, both their parents decided it was time to tie the knot. Or the noose, depending on how you look at it.
The businesses of their parents combined made up a significant chunk of the wealth of the nation, so prominent were they in the business world. And of course, the idea of combining both empires by marriage would create a super empire so huge. It was a deal that made friend of enemies, allies of strangers.
His wife was a stranger to him. And the two weeks they'd been married, he had hardly the time to get to know her. There were the receptions, the congratulatory dinners, the business associates. And before the idea of being married even sank in, he got yanked up the corporate ladder, leaving him with even lesser time to get to know his newly added partner in his life, what with the congratulatory dinners, business functions and the like. And now, here he is, as rolling thunder began to announce an impending storm, standing in front of his front door, bleary eyed, in a crumpled up suit and scuffed shoes, trying to find the key to his home.
He opened the door and found the entrance corridor and the living room lights on. The Ferragamos were strewn across the entrance. The cabrio keys were under the breakfast table chair, and her handbag, opened, lay on its side with its contents half strewn on the floor next to the table. His heart started to pound and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared as his eyes began to comprehend the scene. The vase, a wedding gift, stood on its side on the dinner table, the table cloth and chairs in disarray. He hurried to the table in disbelief as he found her blouse on the carpet. And then her skirt. As he hurried to the bedroom, he slowed his pace as he found a trail of undergarments; brassiere on the stairs, thong on the banisters. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he heard her scream. He stopped. Its was not fear. It was not pain. The screaming came in waves, short bursts followed by low moans building up to an avalanche of pleasure...
He turned around and walked down the stairs.
He understood now. The concern for his trip, of his itinerary, the support and understanding at how important this business trip was... He understood perfectly now why she seemed overly excited that he was going away.
As the rain began to pour, amidst flashing light and rolling thunder, he walked out the door, into the car and off into the night.