You were here, in the door frame, completely froze on place. You were finally back from a long mission which take place in Afghanistan. You were exhausted and needed to relax and let out everything. And there you were, in front of the bed you share with your husband Simon Riley.

Why were you frozen on place? Because that guy was wearing very thin clothes, which showed a lot of his skin. You were speechless, he was beautiful. He had a thin lace bra around his pecs, some lace panties which hide not a lot, around his legs he was wearing thin and clear lace leggings which showed his body. Some ropes were all around his body, around his arms, shoulders, back, abdomen, thighs. He was still wearing his usual black balaclava with a skull painted on the front.

Simon was lying there on the bed, in a very show off position. His eyes were glued on you, an invisible tiny smirk was spread on his hidden face by his black skull balaclava. He was so a tease at this moment.

"Evenin’ darlin’."

He said in his deep British accent. His voice dripping with seduction, with desire and lust, he wanted you, badly after all those months you were away.