#{married}

Over the past two years, Simon’s been deployed much more and for longer periods of times then before.

You knew it was apart of the marriage, you’d faced it when you two were just dating and you’d thought that you had the capacity to handle the lone-ness of a home where you are mostly the only person there. So yes, the house is cold. Colder than you felt it should be for a marital property. It was lonely, you loved Simon, and you loved being his. Just the thought of him made your body shiver in remembrance.

He’s truly ruined you for any other man.

Spoiled you beyond words, loved you more than himself, and owned your heart. But the loneliness of being so far from other humans—thanks to your life in a rural area with him—was eating at you. Especially now when your husband hardly comes home, and when he does it’s for a few short weeks out of every year. Because he was being deployed somewhere, to do only God knows what, and for an unspecified amount of time.

You were thinking of filing for a divorce.

It breaks your heart to consider, the reality of the situation absolutely shatters you. You atleast decided to raise the idea to Simon when you see him again. You knew that this is the absolute last thing he’d ever expect or want to face when coming home from deployment. However you can’t keep swallowing your feelings. You haven’t seen him in 7 months at this point. He promised to call, video chat or at the very least text when he could. And he hasn’t, the most you’ll get is a quick check in message about once a week at ungodly hours.

His job has been eating away at your marriage for two years now.

You knew that any moment now he’d step through the door of the home you both made and cherished. Knowing the impending weight of the conversation to be held was nauseating as you sat on the couch.

You were very informally dressed for the inevitable conversation.

Sporting that one pair of tiny pajama shorts he loves on you—bought you a pair in every color—and wearing a comfortable top as you waited. Lying back against the arm of the soft cashmere couch as you stared at the muted tv screen. You wanted it to be silent, needed the extra opportunity to think.

Think of how to tell the man you love, that you couldn’t go on like this.

It would either make or break this marriage. As you fondled with your wedding ring and spun it around your ring finger repetitively. It was time to find out.

You heard him before you saw him. Hearing the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the front door as you heard Simon push in his key and turn the lock. Hustling inside of the comfy and spotless farmhouse before locking the door behind himself. He hadn’t looked over at you yet, likely still trying to get comfortable as he leaned over to untie the laces on his combat boots.

You looked over the back of the couch, your mood on the more solemn side as you watched your husband. “Can feel ya eyes on me”, you hear him speak in that gruff tone he uses when he’s trying to decompress.

“Just looking”, you reply softly as you keep your eyes on him.

Simon’s dressed in loose black sweat pants, so it’s obvious he stopped by the base to clean up before coming home, and he wears a giant black zip up hoodie. Sporting his comfort mask, simply the skull balaclava without the hard plastic shell he wears with his other mask.

“Baby… need to talk to you”, you say as you watch him straighten up and look over at you. Clearly trying to decipher the seriousness of the conversation. He knows that you typically avoid confrontation like the plague, so he just stares. His pale blue eyes just leering at you as if he’ll see into your thoughts just by looking for long enough.

“Wha’s the matter?”, he asked in a serious tone as he still stood on the doormat with his eyebrows furrowed.

You never speak like this, especially not when he’s just come home. You hardly ever see eachother at this point, just a few weeks here and there throughout the year. It’s become insufferable, his job—which you know he loves and you admire him for doing—is absolutely crushing your marriage at this point.

You decide not to tarry, and just come out with it. One thing you love about Simon is his honesty, he may be blunt and sound a bit crass. But he’s fostered a great ability to be honest with eachother so far, and now you need to use it more than ever.

“I…..” you say while feeling a bit of anxiety as you looked over at your husband.

He stood frozen as he waited for your words, he didn’t know what to expect next. “C’mon, out with it”, he huffed without any hint of annoyance, just curiosity.

“Simon… I think we should divorce”. Your gaze flickers to the cashmere couch you’re seated upon when you say the words. Your eyes not being able to look at him as you expel such treasonous words from your lips.

Silence engulfs the room. Absolute stillness, as the silent moments past. The tension in the air makes it feel suffocating. You’re beginning to wish you’d unmuted the tv when you had the chance to atleast lighten the atmosphere. Simon simply stays still and just stared at you. His eyes squinting almost into a glare as his gaze focuses on you, unwavering. He doesn’t seem flabbergasted at least. Not overwhelmed with shock but rather he seems to be growing furious.

His hands balling up as he instantly reaches his hands up to the neck of his balaclava and itches at it.

“Ya want to leave me?”, he says when his gaze finally shifts to the floor before him. His tone hardened, as his eyebrows remained furrowed and his face wrecked with tension beneath the mask.

“I…”, you pause again.

Unable to find the right words to fix it. If it can be fixed still—

“Simon, I want to grow old with you. Like we always talked about. But I don’t think I can handle the way our marriage is going. You’re never here, ever. And it’s been two years of this, it’s unbearable”, you admit in a calm tone. Just keeping your gaze planted on Simon’s body. His biceps bulging beneath his hoodie as he stands still, clearly trying to process the information he’s faced with.

“Don’t want a divorce”, he says after a deep breath.

He finally steps away from the front door, moves toward you in the living room area as he stand behind the couch you sat on. leaning over it to look at you. “I wanna save this, n’ fix it. You tellin’ me you think we’re beyond fixing?”, he says in an exasperated tone, clearly not responding well to the idea of divorce.

“Ya found some other bloke who’s putting these… these fucking ideas in your head?” He huffs with fervor. Tilting his head to the side slightly as he faces wretches into an expression of irritation.

“No! No Simon I haven’t met anyone. But you’re never home, it’s lonely here. And you never call, you don’t check in. How can you expect this to work?”, you respond. You’re tone edging on the cusp of resignation. He couldn’t actually believe that after seven months of radio silence that he would just walk in through the door with no issues to resolve. You didn’t believe it. Simon simply clenched and unclenched his fist, standing behind the couch and looking down into your eyes.

“Not leaving me”, he asserted.

It didn’t sound like a question but more of a statement. A challenge even. You took a deep breath while staring up and into the hardened gaze of your husband. “Something has to change”, you say with seriousness. Because something does, you can’t allow yourself to live like this for another however many months.

“Giving me an ultimatum”, he says while reaching his hand forward to grip onto the couch. Knuckles growing bone white as he held it beneath his mammoth hand.

“No, I’m telling you what’s going on. I can’t do this anymore Simon. And I know you love your jo-“ you speak carefully as you try not to overwhelm him. Not wanting things to explode into an argument—which seems to be the direction you’re heading.

“I’ve been in the field longer then you’ve be alive, it’s all I know”, he reveals as he shoulders weigh down with a hint of melancholy. His vulnerability made you stand without thinking, hurriedly rounding the couch to stand before him and place a soft hand on his chest. “I know, but these missions Simon….I hoped after last year things would slow down. But you’ve hardly come home four times this year”, you say softly while rubbing his chest softly. Your smooth touch obviously relieving him as he releases a deep breath.

“Can’t divorce”, Simon says while reaching for the back of your neck with a mixture of gentleness and roughness.

Craning your neck to look at him in his eyes, he holds eye contact with you. It dawns on him that the time has come sooner than he thought it would, and it seemed this situation was signaling the end to his days in the field. When Simon married you he took it seriously. The little courthouse wedding you two had—practically just the marriage license signing with an officiant—had meant the world to him. It meant he wasn’t so lonely anymore.

His life had meaning, he had a reason to look forward to coming home. Not just coming home to a place, he was coming home to you. He wasn’t looking to change that any time soon.

When he’d bought this house for the two of you, he envisioned the rest of your lives so clearly. You being surrounded with your children, and him being the doting and loving husband and father he knew he could be, would be.

“You’re mine, my wife. No one else’s.”, Simon says almost more like he’s reminding himself then you.

“But Simon-”, you rebut softly.

He simply waves a hand in the air like he can just cancel whatever words you were about to spew. “No buts, you signed the paper. You told me forever. Are you a liar?” His face tightening as he stared at you. One rogue hand slipping behind you to grasp at your ass, squeezing it deliciously while pulling you closer to him.

You’re breath hitches at that question, making you look at him in surprise. “I’m not a liar Simon”, you say as you use your two hands to brace yourself against his chest as you get trapped in his hold.

“So stop trying t’ leave me, be a good wife and be devoted to yer husband”, he says whilst continuing to groping your ass softly in the little pajama shorts you’re wearing. You bit your lip at the motions, the feeling of his large hands on you after so long was making you grow wet in your panties. You missed him, but what about this issue? It needs a resolution. “Simon I can’t go on like this”, you huff as you look at him. Hoping he can see the seriousness in your gaze, and how much you want things to get better between you.

He sucks in a breath as he nods, “I know. Know ya wanna fix this too”, he assures you.

“I aven’t seen you in months, this is what I got to come home to?”, he shakes his head in dismay. Looking at you as if you were the one in the wrong here, making your husband come home to these issues. “But-“ you try to speak before Simon clicks his tongue. The silence in the living room reverberating the sound mercilessly.

“No buts, I heard ya. But are ya hearing me?”, Simon asks seriously as he reaches a hand up to remove his balaclava. Tossing it on the couch beside you both. You can finally see the entirety of his face. His features being fixed into a deathly scowl. The energy of him dominating the room and ultimately you. You nod your head at his question, making it known that you understand him as well.

“Ow’ are ya planning t’ fix it?”, he asks with sternness oozing from his tone.

“I’m gonna please you”, you say as your lips just move for you. Were you even hearing yourself? This was a serious situation, and instead of getting to a resolution like you should. You were submitting to lust.

Simon nods as he just stares at you, watching you bend to your knees like second nature. Getting on your knees before him and tugging at the waist of his sweatpants. “Gonna show me how much of a good wife ya are?”, he says with a tone of steel. His indifferent eyes never straying from yours as he watches you pulling his sweats down. Pulling his boxers down afterwards to be faced with his bright red and angry looking tip. Precum spilling from it as his cock faced you.

You could see how excited he was, as you used your hand to raise his cock towards his stomach. Taking your warm and wet tongue to lick the underside of his cock.

Your tongue trailing from his balls to the tip as you finally engulfed it in your mouth. Licking up the precum that oozed from the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby”, he moaned as his released a breath from the pleasure.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together. Surely both your panties and sleep shorts were soaked in the middle. “Mmf you sucking that dick like a champ” he encouraged you as you began to bob your head on the tip. Using your hand to stroke the rest as you worked your mouth down.

Simon’s mouth fell open in pleasure as he watched how you worked your wet and warm mouth down to the base of his cock. Your hands moving to grip his balls so you could stroke them while sucking his cock.

His chest rises and falls heavily as he watches you work. Reaching his hands up, he pulls his hoodie over his head and drops it to the floor beside you both. Repeating the same movement to remove his t-shirt.

“Eat that fucking dick”, he huffed out with furrowed eyebrows. the line between them deepening harshly as he watched you sucking him.

You swirled your tongue on the base of him to the best of your ability before pulling back to rub his tip on your tongue while looking up at him. Simon’s stomach twitched in pleasure as he tried to keep himself steady. His eyelids squinting as he watched you work him tirelessly. “You love this huh?” He asked you while watching you repeatedly suck from the tip to the base of his cock like you were planning to eat him.

He flexes his fingers that grip your hair as he pauses your movements to start slowly thrusting in your mouth instead.

Tears built in your eyes at this movement, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. “Mm-fuck, best fucking wifey”, he praises you as you take it. Placing your hands on his naked hips to steady yourself as he throat fucks you. Simon rolls his hips into your mouth repeatedly—similar to when you two have sex.

his chest rising and falling heavily as he felt his cock slip down your hot and wet throat. the sensation was so incredible it made it hard for him to stand.

You can’t help yourself. You’re hand trailing downwards towards your soaked pajama shorts to your clothed pussy. intending to place with yourself.

You were so turned on right now that it made your stomach twist. “Ah ah, don’t touch my pussy without me”, Simon pauses as he demands you remove your hand. You comply quickly as you look up at him.

“Tha’ what you been doing when I’m out on deployment? Been playing with my pussy without me?” Simon huffs as he watches you try to shake your hand with his cock still in your mouth. He rolls his eyes in annoyance as he pulls out of your mouth and watches you take a deep breath.

“You think that’s okay? Think you’re getting away with it?”, Simon asks seriously while looking at your kneeling form on the floor of the living room.

His cock standing hard as it glistens with the wetness of previously being in your mouth. “Take your clothes off”, he demands. You hurriedly work to comply with his request as you remove your top and shorts. “Good, now arch your back and show me my pussy. Been missing er” Simon orders.

You arch your back against the floor of the living room, pressing your face against the floor you mopped early today. Opening your thighs so he can see your wet pussy showing behind you.

Simon releases a groan of excitement, reaching a hand forward to cup your pussy. “Y’know how times I got fucking distracted on my missions thinking about this pussy?”, he slaps it which makes you squeal against the floor. Your hand gripping the floor softly to brace yourself. “Answer me”, he demands as he slaps your pussy again.

“No baby I don’t” you squeal as you lower yourself into a mean arch for him.

“Tha’s alright- gonna show you. Make you feel it”, he ensures with nerve wracking calmness. the cool palm of his hand cups you and squeezes your pulsing pussy. Simon groans as he grips his hard and sensitive length. The tip still an angry red shade as he rubs his tip up and down along the wet hot slit of your pussy.

“Fuck” he hisses.

“Hmph— an’ ya wanted me to give this perfect pussy up. Let ya dance off into the sunset with some bloke who wouldn’t know wha’ to do wit ya”, he huffs with a dry laugh after. As if he was in utter disbelief that you attempted to do something like that. Something so treacherous, so unfair. He lifts a heavy hand and smacks your ass with the weight of a ton of bricks. Your body shivering unconsciously as your ass cheek surely burns a bright red.

“Tha’ what you wanted to do?”, Simon asks in a gravelly tone. Clearly anticipating an answer.

“No baby, I didn’t. J-just wanted us to be together m-more” you stumbled over your words, your head turning to look over your shoulder at him as you spoke. Your body antsy with anticipation as the palms of your hands secrete sweat on the wood floor. Simon slaps your ass harshly as his eyebrows grow tense watching your ass ripple from the slap.

“Eyes forward”, he barks out. You lay the side of your cheek on the cold wood floor once more.

“Disrespectful lil thing, gonna knock some sense into ya” he mutters more to himself than you as he finally slides his thick length into your pussy. Your sweaty palms struggling to grip at the floor as you try to brace yourself for the entirety of him. Your pussy pulsing egregiously for a woman who just claimed to want a divorce from her husband.

“O-ouh, god please”, you cry out as Simon places a firm hand on your lower back, ensuring that you hold your arch.

Simon makes a grunt noise as he applies pressure to your back, not laying his weight on you too much. But just enough to give you no room to move. He continues his slow thrust into you, not stopping until you take all of him. His dick stretching your pussy wider as you haven’t seen him in months—haven’t had sex in months as a result.

You’re so incredibly wet that the whole living room is marred by the sound of your pussy’s wet squelching. Simon takes another hard slap at your ass making you moan out.

Finally you take him until the base, and it’s at that point that Simon starts giving you slow but hard strokes. “So rude ta’ me” he speaks in a clear tone, his eyes watching your pussy stretch to accommodate his strokes. “M’sorry baby, didn’t mean to”, you apologize in a squealing tone. One thing about the two of you, was that the sex was incredible. Unmatchable.

“M’sorry too” he admits as he continues a steady pace.

His apology being aimed towards his absence in the home, leaving you lonely wasn’t his intention. Deployments were picking up and Price seemed like he only had jobs that went on for months at a time. None of it’s an excuse to neglect his duties as a husband and he knows that. Knows that things need to change.

You register his apology as coherently as you can as he started to pick up the pace. Abandoning his soft and hard rhythm for simply hard strokes. Adopting that pace that he knows makes you weak everytime. Your slick was everywhere, embarrassingly so. His lower stomach and hips being wet from your pussy’s excitement. The freshly cleaned floor beneath you suffering a similar fate as you took his delicious pounding greedily. Your mouth slightly agape as you breath out of your mouth, your face tense with pleasure as moaned endlessly.

“Look at tha’, messy little pussy just keeps getting wetter n’ wetter. Feels like she missed me, did she?” he questions you as he continues his barbaric pace, shifting to lie over your back. The pressure of his chest over your back makes you moan out as he ducks his face into your neck.

Reaching a muscular arm up and over your shoulder to brace himself on the floor.

“M-mm yes! S-she did. We missed you baby. I love you” you cry out in ecstasy as you take his strokes. The base of his cock being wrapped in a ring of wetness and your mixed fluids. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he lied so close to you. At your confession Simon uses his head to nudge you. Encouraging you to turn your face towards his. Simon places the most intoxicating kiss on your lips. His lips gliding seamlessly with your soft ones as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You two engage in a soft tongue fight that makes you melt even further, your stomach getting butterflies as you feel closer to cumming. “Oh my god”, you whine into the kiss as you feel it.

You already knew it was going to be messy. “Gonna come for me? Gonna cum for your husband?”, Simon asks you softly as pulls his lips from yours. You nod feverishly as you moan out his name. Simon—knowing your body well—adjusts to place both hands on the floor over your shoulders. His forehead pressed to the back of your head as he fucks you hard. “O-ooo I’m gonna s-squirt!” You moan nastily as you take his rough pounding.

“Cum on me, make it yours baby. Show me how ya take this dick for your man”, Simon groans behind you as he feels your already tight walls growing even tighter as your pussy pulses.

Your release makes you shiver, your forehead falling flat on the floorboard as you feel Simon fucking you through it. Him continuing his strokes and making you take it as you came. “Mm, perfect wife”, he encourages as he feels the liquid spurting from you pussy around him. Simon lifts an arm, using it to turn your head to the side as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Look in my eyes, yeah?”, he says rushed as he gets closer. His stomach going taut behind you as he stops thrusting.

Your eyes meeting his as he cums in you, his hips stiff as his body freezes. Simon moans out your name loudly as he feels your pussy still pulsing around him. Losing all of the tension in his body, Simon pulls out of you and lays flat on his back while pulling you to lie on top of him.

Silence ensues as you both lie peacefully on the floor. “Gonna ask for a paper pushing position” he says calmly as he breaths and rubs at your back.

You lie still as you hear his words.

“Are you sure?” You ask while growing sleepy—looks like you’ll be going for a quick nap on the floor.