Marc and I met online when we were both going through dark times and we helped each other through. He was in an unhappy marriage and I had just left my long term boyfriend. My ex was very vanilla and I'm more kinky than he could cope with. Marc's wife had lost interest in sex two years before we met and she never got into his need for dominance. She never let him "release the beast". She was also really cold towards their kids, I called him super Papa because that's how I saw him.
We started out as just friends, nothing more than that. He wouldn't jeopardise his marriage, or chance losing his kids, even though he fell in love with me.
That all changed the day he came come early from work and found her in bed with someone else. He packed up and left that day, picking the kids up from school and taking them to their grandparents. His wife caused the dissolution of their marriage but he wouldn't separate the kids from their mother so he agreed to joint custody. He moved into an apartment locally and took more hours at work to keep himself distracted.
Then my job had me relocate so I moved, close to him.
Six months after we began actually seeing each other he had to go away for three weeks on a business trip.
On the day of his return...
I hear the car in the driveway as I sit on the couch in the living room, excitement runs through my veins. Marc's work has kept him away for five whole days and I've really missed him. Missed his arms holding me, missed the way he kisses me, missed how safe he makes me feel and missed the way he owns me completely. I've only been on the couch for about ten minutes, I spent a few hours pampering myself, preparing for his return.
I jump to my feet and run to the door, waiting for the knock, anticipating how he's going to react when I open the door in my white t shirt and denim shorts.