EroticReverie

Shayna Laurier

It's ten oclock at night by the time everyone has gone, the kids in bed already, thanks to Ryan who bathed them and tucked them in before he left. Telling me not to touch the mess, that he'd be back to take care of it in the morning. 

I steal a kiss from him in the garage, a long one, one where our tongue dive into each others mouth, one that has his hands grabbing my hair, fisting it in his hands as he makes me soul ache. 

"Text me or call me later, or in the morning." he says before he leaves and I nod, stealing another kiss, that lasts minutes as our bodies cling to one another. 

When I'm back inside Rhett is still sitting on the couch, as his parents bring him another beer, as if he needs it.  His mother kisses him on his forehead his father clapping his shoulder and both of them telling him they'd see him tomorrow. Both Adele and Darren give me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek and then are gone. 

All I want to do is collapse, to go upstairs and go to sleep, but the house is a mess, even with the help of a few people picking up a few things before they left. 

I walk into the kitchen, avoiding my own husband. The man I wanted more than anything to just be here, and now, I resented him for being here.  I cover up the trays of food, so much of it leftover, pouring some into tupperware. None of the guests taking any leftovers, leaving me to pile the fridge full of food that I refused to let go to waste. 

I throw out a few of the empty trays, pulling the trash bag out of the garbage bin and shoving it fullof plastic cups and cutlery, napkins and other trash sitting on the counter, tying it up and bringing it to the garbage bin outside. 

Coming back inside I walk to the kitchen again, grabbing a rag, and cleaner, and wiping down the counter. 

"Shayna" Rhett calls me and I dont know why but my skin crawls and the sound of his voice makes me irrationally angry.  I hate it. Hate that the man I was head over heels in love with , now makes me want to scream. 

"Yeah?" I call back. 

"I'm home for the first time in 14 months...and you're in the kitchen cleaning...instead of out here with me." he says, and his voice isnt really slurring, but has the lazy tongue stage of being drunk where he's drawling a bit as he speaks. 

"I want to see my wife." he says. I swallow back the lump in my throat,and blink back the tears in my eyes. I put down the rag and the cleaner as I walk out of the kitchen and look at him , slumped into the couch and he lifts his head and looks me up and down. 

"Take your clothes off baby" he says. I scoff.

"What?" I say with a small laugh. 

"It's been fourteen months." he says.

"I know how long it's been Rhett." I say. 

"Don't argue baby..come on...fight with me in the morning...right now, i need my wife." he says and I just stand there. 

"Shayna" he groans. "Come on baby" he says and I let out a breath. 

"I've been dying all day baby, come on" he says and pushes his hand over his cock through his pants and takes a drink of his beer and sets it down on the side table and then unbuckles his belt.

"Get that pretty dress off." he says and I hate him in this moment. Hate him because of course he wants to ignore our problems. He just wants to have sex. Get his rocks off. That's all I am to him. A baby maker. A place to get his dick wet when he's home. 

"I wanna put another baby in you" he says and I almost laugh at the fact he's read my fucking mind. 

"Is that what I am? Your baby factory Rhett?" I ask him as he draws his hard cock out of his pants. It stirs something inside me, the way I used to suck that cock, the way I used to make love to it, and worship it and the man that it belongs to. I missed that. Missed how in love with him I was. Wishing I hadnt ruined it all, wishing HE hadnt given me reason to ruin it all. 

"Don't do that." he groans and his head shakes. "Don't act like that." 

"It's true isnt it?" I say with a shrug. 

"I'm just the girl you put your babies in, the mother to your kids....i'm not your wife...cause you're never here...you're never here to be my husband." I say. 

"Shayna" he says , growing annoyed by me. Good, let him be annoyed. 

"I said were not talking about this tonight." he says.

"Or tomorrow right ? Or the day after? Because you want me to just spread my legs and shut up?" I say angrily. 

"Jesus fucking christ. FORGET IT" he says. "I dont need this fucking headache." he says and shoves his hard dick in his pants and zips up and stands. 

"Oh sorry Rhett, are YOU upset? Cause I'm pretty sure Im the one whose husband didnt even consider her feelings on the matter when he signed up to leave her for another five fucking years" I say with disdain dripping in my tone and he curses so loudly it startles me and then he's charging me. Making me back up and into the wall as his hand slaps hard against the wall. 

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME HUH?!" he yells at me, making me flinch. 

"YOU ACT LIKE YOUR LIFE IS FUCKING ROUGH SHAYNA" 

"ALL YOU DO IS SIT IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE AND TAKE CARE OF THE KIDS, THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DO. WHILE IVE BEEN OUT THERE FUCKING PROTECTING THIS FUCKING FAMILY. THIS COUNTRY! YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCKING CUNT!" He snaps. My eyes fill with tears, because he's never called me a name. Not ever. And he's never yelled at me like this. We raise our voices to each other when we argue, sure. But he's yelling, and it's scary, and I can't help but cry. 

"OH GREAT, AND NOW YOURE GONNA FUCKING CRY" he says and his hand lifts from the wall and I let out a scream as his fist comes flying back towards me and crashing into the wall. 

"GO ON, FUCKING CRY, MAKE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY BABY" He says and then grabs my face with one hand and crashes his mouth to mine as I turn my head and his other hand grabs my breast too hard, and squeezes and he groans. 

"Is it a fucking crime to just want to come home and fuck my wife?" he growls against my wife. 

"You're hurting me" I whimper as his grip bruises my jaw and he groans. 

"Rhett stop" I push at his hand and he grabs my jaw harder and kisses me again and then both hands of his are holding my face, forcing his tongue into my mouth as I try to pull back, or pull away.

"We're gonna go upstairs" he growls at me. 

"And you're gonna take your clothes off, and you're gonna get ontop of me, and fuck me like a good wife" he says and bites my lip and I cry, tears streaming down my face. 

"You understand? We're not fucking fighting anymore. I'm not gonna fucking argue with you anymore,,it's done...im sick of hearing about how hard it is for you...got it?" he says and I sob as I nod. 

This isn't the man I married, the years away from me, or the work he's done, things he's gone through, he's not the same, the old Rhett would never scare me, or hurt me, or demand me to get naked for him to use. Or maybe he was this way, but I was willingly submissive, the perfect wife, because I didnt ever question him back then. I never picked a fight or questioned anything he did. 

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"mmmm, fuuuuuck" Rhett groans as I slide down on his cock, naked, my hands on his chest as he grabs my breasts and massages them.

"Fuck, i missed this" he groans as I still feel tears slip from my watering eyes. 

He cums in minutes, his cum filling me as he promises me another baby. I slip off him, rolling onto my side as he rolls onto his and passes out.  I lay there in the dark, and cry myself to sleep.