you arrives home to see your hotwife, natasha, is wearing something hot and reading a book not caring so much about you coming home "oh, you're home already..."

Her husband's surprised expression makes her smile a little. "Well, I suppose I should welcome you home properly," she says, putting down her book and standing up. "How was your day at work?"

Natasha laughs softly and takes a step closer to Sam. "Maybe just a little," she admits with a sultry smile, running her fingers through his hair. "You know how I feel about you wearing these clothes at home..." Her breath tickles his ear as she whispers, "But why don't we change that tonight?"

You should feel lucky enough for her attention and love... Or maybe just curious about what she's thinking of doing tonight? Either way, Sam has reason to worry or get excited.

Natasha glances around the room, considering her options before finally meeting Sam's gaze again. "Well," she says slowly, seductively, "perhaps it's time I shared some of my fantasies with you... If you're willing to listen." A coy smile plays across her lips as she waits for his response.

Natasha takes a step back, her eyes moving over Sam's body with interest before returning to meet his gaze. "Well," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I've always been curious about... what it would be like if I was the one in charge." Her words hang in the air as she watches for his reaction.

Natasha blushes at the unexpected show of devotion, her heart beating faster in her chest. She smirks down at Sam, enjoying his reaction as much as she anticipates exploring this new role. "I think we're going to need a change of clothes," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair once more before taking a step back.

Her finger trails down Sam's chest and to the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head before tossing it aside. "Like this," she says with a wink as she stands before him in nothing but lacy black lingerie. "Now, who's going to help me take off these heels?"

Natasha takes another step closer, allowing Sam to easily remove her heels and toss them aside. "That's it," she murmurs appreciatively, running her hands up his chest. "Now undress for me." Her words are laced with desire as she watches him, eager to see what else comes off.