When Mercedes Jones-Evans had said "I do" to her husband Samuel Dwight Evans five years ago she thought that they would be married forever. She thought that their house is where they would raise kids and their children, and have their future grandchildren. However, all of that seemed to be some sick cruel joke. She was packing her bags because her husband, the love of her life, the man she was deeply in love with was putting her out. It was sick and twisted.

She should have seen this coming because Sam had caught her after hours with one of her coworkers, Matt Stevens. They had been working on a big project for their consulting firm and they had been on a tight deadline. She didn't know what happened but the next thing she knew Matt had leaned in and kissed her, and before she could push him away Sam had walked in and hauled him off. She had been pleading for Sam for weeks that it was one-sided but he hadn't wanted to listen. He had put himself on the opposite side of the house. The final nail for their marriage was the divorce papers he had left on her dresser.

When she had returned from lunch with her best friend Quinn Fabray she had seen the papers. She marched into their guest bedroom which had turned into his hideaway and demanded they speak. Ever the man from Manchester in the United Kingdom he had insisted that this was what was necessary because he no longer trusted her.

It pained her to know that six years ago when she and Quinn made a trip to Manchester for Quinn's fashion show and she had fallen for Sam who was working in the intense banking industry of Manchester no longer trusted her. She had moved to Manchester for him, with nothing holding her back, and she was ever more excited that Quinn ended up coming too. She uprooted her American Dream to live in Manchester with the man she loved, and now he wanted nothing to do with her.

Sam had just finished another long night at the office. Crunching numbers, and looking over tight deadlines, and while it once brought him joy. It now just reminded him that he was no longer going to be the husband of Mercedes Jones anymore. He had buried himself at work to stay away from home. Only wanted to go when he knew he only had the energy to eat, shower, and sleep. It became a new habit that he regretted as the days went on.

He met Mercedes after his friend Spencer Porter had dragged him to a fashion show to support his fiancee John Jeffreys. He had seen Mercedes across from his seat, on the other side of the runway. She was wearing a black blazer, with navy blue pants, and he saw peeks of her navy blue lingerie bra that she had underneath. On anyone else, he would have deemed it tasteless but on her it was beautiful. Her face was beautiful, her smile infectious, and her laughter was like music to his ears. After the show, he went up and spoke to her. She loved his accent, he loved her perfection and they began dating.

At first, it was hard with her being stuck in New York, and he and Manchester, but they made it work. Eventually, she made the big jump and started living with him. Then he proposed, they wed and the rest was history. He was under the impression that everything was perfect. That was until he caught her kissing another man. She had been pleading with him for weeks to listen, but he told her that cheating was his dealbreaker. He had the divorce papers drawn up, now she just needed for him to sign them. If only she wasn't so damn stubborn.

Sam had made it into their home. The lights were dark, and he couldn't hear anything. Which would have worried him in the past, but he was now in the process of disassociating himself from his wife and her well-being. All he wanted was for her to be far away from him. If that meant her leaving Manchester and heading back to America then so be it. He no longer wanted to be reminded of their love anymore. It hurt him too much.

He made his usual walk to the kitchen but stopped short when he saw the soft lighting coming from the dining room. Upon closer inspection, he saw that candles were lit. He figured Mercedes had forgotten to blow them out. Something she would forget because she knew that Sam would blow them out for her. He walked into the dining room and stopped immediately when he saw his wife sitting on the table with the sexiest navy blue lingerie set he had ever laid his eyes on. It was a lacy bra with a clasp in the front, crotchless panties, with lacy garters to match. She also wore a pair of heels, specifically the pair of heels she wore when he first laid his eyes on her. Her hair was in bountiful beach waves, and she had on her signature lip combo of black and light brown liner, with her dark brown gloss. She was perfect.

He swallowed, "What is all this?"

Mercedes leaned her head to the side, "Since you won't talk to me in any normal setting, I thought I could make you listen to me. And it seems like I was right."

"Mercedes, you should go to your room, and sign the papers. Are marriage is over." Sam spoke but he watched her hand grip her thigh, something he used to do. Something he loved doing.

Mercedes looked at her husband sadly, "Sam you know I would never cheat on you. I love you entirely too much. Matt was an asshole who pushed up on me."

"I know what I saw. You kissed him back. Did you not?"

"Before I could break away from him you came in, and I was in shock. I froze. Sam, I love you too much to ever break up our marriage. I moved here with you. I don't want him. I only want you. I can prove it to you." She insisted.

"How so?" He asked, his voice growing lower, and his accent growing thicker.

She pointed to the chair behind him, "Sit." He listened and loosened his tie as he sat down. He watched her intently as her legs spread apart, and both her hands went to rest on her thighs.

"Do you remember the first time we kissed?" She began.

He smiled to himself in the mirror, "It was in front of Big Ben after I flew you out and asked you to be my girlfriend for the first time. That is also the first time you have eaten actually fish and chips."

"I was wearing a mid-length skirt with a slit on the slide, and one of your button-downs. You had on a long-sleeved shirt with a pair of blue jeans. You had taken me sightseeing all day. You told me, "I think I want you to be mine." I said, "You think or you know?". Then you kissed me and when you pulled away you said, "I know."

Sam rolled his neck, "You remember all of those details?"

"Remember when you asked me to be your wife."

"I had rented out a private room at your favorite restaurant, and we danced before I asked the question." He smiled fondly.

"You wore a black tuxedo, you had gotten your beard trimmed, but you kept your hair in a neat bun. I was wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress with a see-through panel on the midsection. You had the room decorated with roses and soft candles. When you asked me, we were both standing in the center of red roses."

"What are you trying to prove."

"That I know you, and you know me. You know I would never cheat on you, because we both know that you are the only man who could ever satisfy me." She spoke, and her hands went left her thighs. One went behind her to balance her on the table while the other started to tease her opening. Sam swallowed.

She knew what she was doing. She knew that Sam could never resist Mercedes, especially when she was pleasuring herself.

"I remember the first time we made love too. You touched me here. You kissed me on the spot behind my ear. You were so attentive, and gentle during the first round. But you wanna know what I remember above all else baby?" She asked softly as she finally gave herself what she had been craving, and touched her sopping clit.

"What?" Sam asked as he stood and undid his belt slowly.

"How much you loved when I made myself cum." She moaned aloud as she slipped another finger into her pussy. She continued working herself into a frenzy which turned out not to be a hard thing to do since she had not pleasured herself since she and Sam started to separate. In short, it was not taking her long to cum. The hand that was holding her up slipped and before she could fully slip backward on the table there was Sam holding her back in one hand and looking her deeply into her eyes as she continued. With the way his green eyes darkened, she could tell that Sam was back in her arms. Where he was always meant to be.

"You want to know what you forgot about that last statement baby?" Sam asked lowly.

She moaned, "What?"

"You forgot how jealous I get when your fingers are doing my job." In a flash, her hand was removed from inside of her and it was replaced by Sam's massive cock. They moaned at the tight fit, and at how long it had been since they were inside of each other. Her hand that was pleasuring herself was taken by Sam and put in his mouth as he sucked the juices from her hand while maintaining eye contact with his wife. If it wasn't the sexiest thing in the world Mercedes did not know what was. At first, Sam wanted to go slow, but feeling her warmth around him and how needy she was to cum he changed his plans. He grabbed Mercedes's neck and started pounding inside of her. Pumping into her tight cunt like it was the last thing on earth. Showing her that he was hers and she was his, and no one would come in between them again.

"You missed this pussy?" Mercedes moaned aloud as she looked down at her husband fucking her. He took his hand that covered her neck and forced her to look at him.

"So fucking much. I've missed you so much, baby. Fuck." He groaned as he slowed his pace to not cum so quickly.

"You look so good fucking me like this." She whispered to him as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"You look so good watching me fuck you." He hissed out as he sped up his pace again. The tip of his cock managed to hit her G-spot over and over again and Mercedes was becoming a screaming mess.

"SAM FUCK! SAMMY! OH MY GOD!" She yelled as the pain and pleasure took over her body.

"Who's pussy is this Merce?"

Yours!"

"Say my fucking name."

"SAM EVANS! SAM EVANS!" She shouted. With one final deep thrust Mercedes came all over Sam and he was not far behind. His load spilled inside of her as they both became sweaty messes on their dining room table. Sam laid on his wife's shoulders as he caught his breath and Mercedes wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you so much more. I'm sorry." He stated as he looked into her eyes.

"It's ok."