woah this is a lot
been a while but i felt like writing so wooooo !!! anyways this is some heavy smut i'll tell you that much.
enjoy <3333
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She sat in their living room watching TV but not really paying attention. Her mind wandered to where her husband might be. He was supposed to come home two hours ago, she had called him an hour ago to ask where he was but the call didn't go through.
Right as she was about to turn everything off and head to bed she heard his car pulling up in the driveway. She didn't want to deal with him right now but she had no other choice.
His keys unlocked the front door and he let out a heavy sigh as he walked in. He took his shoes off by the door, hung his coat by the coat hanger, left his briefcase on the island table and headed to where he heard noise.
He was met with the back of his wife's figure laying on the couch. He knew she might be mad so he walked in slowly heading to the couch. He sat next to her head and stretched his back out taking a moment to relax before talking.
"Where have you been?" She asked, not moving. "At the office. They needed me to stay overtime to finish some work." He said. He was being truthful.
Working at the office has been hell recently. A bunch of their workers quit in only the span of a couple weeks. They haven't had time to get any new people in so it's been really stressful having to do his own work as well as others.
"That's all?" She asked, still laying down. He huffed out. "Yeah. That's all." He replied and she just hummed before sitting up to face him. Her face was blank, no expression to help him understand how she's feeling.
She said nothing as she leaned into him. Into his neck and chest. He looked down at her confused. She was smelling him, his neck, his white button up that was now undone after he took his tie out. Her face turned into a frown.
She sat up straighter and unbutton his shirt, taking it off and smelling around his chest.
"What are you doing?" He asked genuinely confused. She didn't reply as she turned to his shirt and examined it closely, clearly looking for something.
"Love?" He questioned, tilting her chin up with his fingers so she could finally look at him. "What are you doing?" He repeated his question.
"Who is she?" She asked sternly. His brows furrowed at her question. "Who's who?" He asked. "Who's the bitch you've been fucking every night before coming home?" She asked, pushing his fingers off her chin.
He looked at her dumbfounded.
"What the fuck are you on about?" He asked feeling angry now. She stared at him with a blank stare. "What bitch? Who told you I'm fucking someone?" He asked, sitting up straighter.
"You've been coming home late every night for the past month. Somehow always too exhausted to do anything before you get to bed. Then when I tried to call you today, to ask where you were, your phone was off." She explained crossing her arms.
"Yeah I come home late because I'm working late. I told you there's barely anyone left at the office so there's not enough people to get the work that needs to done on time." He said.
"And I'm exhausted because I'm working all day and all night. And my phone died." He said feeling frustrated from her accusations. "Then why do you smell of fucking sex?" She asked raising her voice.
"Watch your fucking tone with me." He said pointing his finger at her. "Get your fucking finger out of my face, you fucking cheater." She said pushing his hand away. His jaw clenching before moving closer to her on the couch while she scooted back.
