Desires of a Housewife

She stared out the window, listlessly. The kids were bathed and tucked into bed; the house was sparkling except for the glass of wine she held in her hand. Her husband was late home from work...again. She had just about given up on him when she heard the front door open and close, followed by his heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs. "Hi honey, I'm home!" he called out cheerily as he entered their bedroom. "You're an hour late," she replied icily. "And I don't think you know what 'home' means anymore." She didn't even turn around to look at him. He froze, surprised...and hurt...but not wanting to show it. "What's wrong?" he asked after a moment of silence. "What's wrong?!" she threw her wine glass into the fireplace with a loud crash that sent shards of tempered glass flying everywhere; fortunately, none of them cut her. "How can you even ask me that when you come and go as you, please and I'm just stuck here like a maid?" Her temper flared to a crescendo before she collapsed into a sobbing heap on the bed. He scratched his head...not knowing where her outburst came from, or what the right course of action would be right now. He was new to this...marriage, family. He had only ever thought about himself for so long, he didn't really know how couples were supposed to behave or what was expected of him anymore. "I'm sorry," was all he could think of saying in the moment. She shot up her head and glared at him with bloodshot eyes through a face that was flushed red from crying and streaked with tears. Her long blond hair fell across her face like a veil as she shouted at him, "You're sorry?! How is that going to help anything? Sorry doesn't put fix the way I feel!!!" She collapsed back onto the mattress and started sobbing again. He walked over towards her bedside and tried to comfort her, but every time he touched her, she lurched like she had been burned. "Get away from me!" She hissed. "Leave me alone! You're no good for me anymore!" He backed away and watched her cry for a long time before turning and leaving the room. He closed the door behind him and went into their son's room. Their little boy had just turned five years old, and was sleeping peacefully under the glow of his beloved nightlight, clutching his favorite stuffed toy: a blue bunny named Jiji. He had adopted her son when he turned 3, just after they sealed their relationship under oath of marriage. Never did he treat him any different then the daughter they later had together, he was his son, as much as she was his daughter. As he stood there, watching them sleep, he took out his phone and entered in a search string: "how do I save my marriage?" Perusing the results, he felt even more lost than before. Thousands of mommy blogs called men toxic, while others placed the blame solely on his shoulders. With a heaving sigh, he left his sons room and tried once more, to communicate with his wife. She was still in the same spot on the bed when he walked back into their bedroom, with a towel in his hand. He approached her slowly and sat down beside her. "I'm going to shower," he said quietly. "You might want to do one too." Without saying a word, she took the offered towel and went into the bathroom. He went into the shower located in the spare bathroom in the hall, allowing her to use the one off the main bedroom. The water turned on, then came the sound of sobbing again...only this time it sounded almost like words, but not quite...almost as if she were speaking in tongues. She continued for several minutes before turning off the faucet and exiting back into their room once more. He was done with his shower by now and had thrown on some boxers while she stood there, gazing at him with untold animosity. "I can't do this anymore." The words crushed his soul. "Please baby...please, tell me what I need to do, I'll do anything for you! I swear it!" He was crying now, ugly, hot tears that sliced like a knife down his handsome face. "I need a break, please, I need a break." He walked to her and crushed her in a hug. "I'll get the kids a sitter and you can go out tomorrow night, okay? Please, baby, don't give up on us. Please." He was begging but he didn't care. She was his wife and he would beg and plead and fight for their marriage. Nodding, she pushed away from him and lay in bed, promptly falling asleep with the lights on. Joining her, he pulled her close to him and inhaled her strawberry shampoo. Night claimed them like a young lover. The next morning, he woke and went about his usual routine: kissed her goodbye and left for work, while she took their kids downstairs to get ready for school. Except tonight was different and she sensed it in the air. Instead of the kids coming home from school, going through the usual routine, he was taking them to his mother’s house so she could get dolled up and hit the bar. Her excitement grew. This is just what she needed. A night on the town. Alone. A few hours later, she was dolled up to the 9s. Hair done, make-up caked on her face and clothes that fit her body like a glove. She hopped into their car and took off down the road to the local bar they once frequented often together as young love seekers. When she walked in, his heart about stopped because she looked so beautiful. He stood to greet her with open arms, but she glared at him before taking a seat at the bar. Forcing himself not to care or notice anything wrong with her actions, he followed suit and went back behind the bar to help out his buddies who were tending for the night shift instead of joining his wife. She thought she was going to be alone and felt irked that he was there. Nevertheless, she ordered three shots of tequila and took to dancing, the music blurring with her body as she swayed. Soon a pair of strong arms held her from behind as they held her body tight to his own. The delicious smell of evergreens filled her senses as she reveled in the strength of the arms that held her. She didn't want to turn around and see who it was, she simply didn't care. She craved the intimacy, the closeness of the touch that was igniting desire through her body. When he began kissing her neck and turning her to face him, she pulled back slightly. "I'm married." She said sternly as she gazed into his eyes. He didn't step back an inch; if anything, he took a step closer to the beauty in front of him. "Everyone's married at first sight." He whispered before claiming her lips with his own. Her resistance was futile and moments later she felt like putty under this man's touch as they kissed hungrily for several minutes until she finally pushed away from him, catching her breath. "I've got to go." She uttered before glancing over her shoulder at him one last time. He simply nodded, his face a mask of indifference even though his heart ached for the woman who had just walked away from him. Shaking his head from the passion of her lips on his, he decided not to let this little number disappear. Following her to the bathroom, he flung it open and watched with lustful eyes as she reapplied her red lipstick. Her eyes met his and he knew she wanted this as badly as he did. "You're not going anywhere." He murmured as he closed the distance between them and kissed her again, his hands grasping at her sides. She moaned as she felt his hardness against her and dug her fingers into his back. His mouth left hers and traveled down to suckle on first one breast than the next through the flimsy fabric of the dress she wore. She gasped, feeling like she would fly apart if he didn't hold her tightly enough. His hand moved slowly down the front of her thigh until it reached that secret place that was throbbing for him then slid inside until he found what he sought. Slowly pushing a finger deep within, he stroked gently until she convulsed with desire. Before she knew it, she was being dragged across an ocean of need, her climax coming higher, faster and harder than she'd ever had it before. She moaned against his lips, her body tingling with excitement. Before she could catch her breath, he was leading her back out of the bathroom and towards the entrance to be let outside. Once there, he pushed her up against the brick wall and claimed her mouth once more as if it were his right to do so. Her body responded without saying a word as he lifted her dress over her head before unclasping her bra then covering one of those erect n*****s with his mouth. Her toes curled at the sensation that flowed through her body causing goosebumps to form on every inch of skin that touched his own. "Please…. don’t stop." She panted silkily between kisses, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop...the passion lit her senses on fire as she reached down to grab his erect member. "Take me right now." Unzipping his pants, he obliged her, turning her around and cradling her head so it didn't hit the wall as he thrust inside her with a vengeance. The care he had ensuring she wouldn't get hurt, touched her heart, as his thrusts touched the sacred spot deep inside her. She was relishing the feeling of being wanted with such disregard for everyone that might see them. Feeling like a hot-headed teen, she threw her back into him with a fierce groan as they climaxed together. His body slumped over hers as he kissed her neck, nibbled at her ears. He pulled out of her and tenderly pulled her underwear up, trailing his fingers along her thighs before helping her back into her dress. Turning her around, he gazed deeply into her eyes before whispering, "I love you, Leona. I always have and I always will. Please, don't ever be afraid to tell me what you need again...we are a team, no matter what." Her eyes filled with tears as she stared at her handsome husband, his breath coming in short spurts as he tried to reign in his emotions. "I love you too, Michael. This doesn't fix everything, but it's a start...lets go home."