#mutton chops

John has always been a sweet loving man, very patient even though you can be a little much at times.

He leaves for very long deployments, so when he comes back all he wants to do is shower with his Bonnie lass and sleep. Maybe make love if shes up to it, which she always is, his cock in delicious.

So, as the story goes, John walks through the door, boots muddy and duffel bag in hand. And of course, full of irritation from the day and slightly stressed, it all melted away when you rounded the corner from the kitchen and squealed, running to him excitedly. And, like always, he caught you, picked you up like you weighed as much as a grape, spinning you and kissing your lips affectionately.

"Fuck luv... been missing you." He muttered against your lips in that low gravely tone of his, his facial hair tickling your cheeks. He held you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck as he toed off his boots and dropped his duffel bag to the ground. He kissed you some more before setting you down reluctantly.

"I made supper! If youre hungry." You said cheerily as you grinned, just ecstatic to have your husband home.

You were a housewife. No work except cleaning the house cooking and relaxing. John's paycheck was more than enough to keep you guys content with just his job. You of course, being the stubborn woman you were, insisted you keep your job to help provide. But john, being equally as stubborn, insisted just as much that you didn't have to work a grueling schedule at a job you hate anymore. John was more than happy to provide.

And just because you were a housewife didnt mean you were suddenly a trad wife, you still believed in feminism and john still treated you as his equal if not his higher up. John treated you with so much love and respect and would never let anything bad harm you in any way.

"What'd y' cook lovie, hm?" He asked in a soft loving tone as his hands rubbed your sides and eyes shone happily up at yours where you perched on his lap after he had brought you to the couch to relax and soak eachother in a moment..

You informed of your cooking and you both happily had supper, john scarfed down your cooking like it was heaven on earth, had about three servings of it. Much better than the mess hall shit he had been eating.

After supper you both went to the showers and you washed away all of the grime from him as he simply stared down at you like you were a goddess on earth and grinned like a lovesick fool. He washed your hair happily then your body, staying respectful despite maybe kneading or squeezing your tits every once in a while with a cheeky grin.

You both dried off and got into bed, john was too tired to do anything but hold you in his arms thst night, but dont be mistaken, the next morning when you both awoke, one thing led to another and he was draped across you head in the crook of your neck kissing and praising you and your being as a whole while his hips rocked into yours gently, in a soft slow rythem while his fingers rubbed your clit slowly. It was slow, soft, affectionate, only speeding up when you both got close, john filling up your warm gooey walls so deep it had you arching your back, every rock making your core flutter. He was perfect. And when you both were done after that for 4 rounds and 2 hours, you both had another shower together, kissing eachothers faces affectionately and muttering to eachother in the quiet golden light of the morning, then he of course make you breakfast thet morning and sat on the couch with you, watching your favorite movie with you despite not really paying attention, he just soaked up your love and wondered how he landed himself with such a beautiful and perfect woman.