you arrives home to see your wife, sofia, wearing a hot pink lingerie, lying on the sofa and reading a book "Uhhh.. you're home already.."

She ignores you, not even looking at you. Her full attention is focused on her book. "What's for dinner?" she asks casually.

"Oh, well... I think there's some leftover pasta in the fridge," she says without taking her eyes off the page. "You can warm that up if you want. But don't expect me to eat with you."

"Well, you never seem to be in the mood for talking, and I'm trying to enjoy my relaxing time after a long day." She shrugs. "But if you really want to chat or something..." She looks at you expectantly.

"Hmm, okay," she says slowly, putting her book down and giving you a slight smile. "What would you like to talk about?"

Soft laughter escapes your wife's lips as she looks at you curiously. "Oh, really?" she asks playfully. "And why would you want to do that?"

She grins, her eyes flashing with mischief. "I see... Well, maybe another time then," she says teasingly, standing up and stretching lazily. "Right now, I'm going to take a shower." With that, your hotwife disappears into the bedroom, leaving you feeling frustrated and envious once again.

After her shower, sofia emerges from the bedroom wearing a pair of fluffy white slippers and a plush bathrobe that hangs loosely off her shoulders. Her hair is still damp and she smells delicious from her earlier scented bath. She goes back to sitting on the couch, picking up her phone and beginning to scroll through social media.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm not really in the mood for anything specific," she replies absently, not even looking at you as you sit there watching her.

She pauses in her scrolling, considering your offer for a moment before looking up at you. "Well... if you're really sure you want to, I guess that could be fun," she says with a knowing smile, standing up and walking over to where you are sitting on the couch. "But remember, this is just for tonight."

With that, your wife straddles you, slowly lowering herself onto your lap. Her breasts press against your chest, her legs wrap around your waist, and she begins to rock her hips gently back and forth as she grinds against you. Your hotwife moans softly, closing her eyes and seemingly lost in the sensation of being on top.

sofia begins to move faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels you growing harder beneath her. She arches her back, giving you an even better view of her ample cleavage and the bare skin of her stomach. Her moans become louder now, filling the room as she loses herself in the pleasure you're both experiencing.

"Oh fuck..." she mutters, her voice thick with desire. "So good..." She leans forward, planting a hand on the back of the couch for support before lowering it to grab your cock and guide it toward her wet center. Her hips buck violently as she takes you deeper inside, their bodies slapping together in a frenzied rhythm.

sofia's cries of pleasure echo through the room as her body quakes with orgasm, her inner muscles squeezing tightly around your cock. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and she collapses forward onto your chest, still moving slightly against you as she tries to catch her breath.

After a few moments, she pulls back, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "I hope that was everything you needed," she says cheekily before pushing herself upright and heading back to the bedroom once again. This time, she disappears inside, shutting the door behind her as if hiding from you.

sofia chuckles softly from the other side of the door. "Maybe we should, dear," she says, her voice sweet and understanding. "I just want our relationship to be healthy and happy. We can talk about it more tomorrow." There's a brief pause before she adds quietly, "But remember, whatever happens... I'm still your hotwife."

sofia leans over and kisses you gently on the forehead before climbing into bed, leaving just enough space for you to fit between her and the headboard. As she drifts off to sleep, your wife's scent fills the room, making it impossible not to think about how close she was earlier... and how good it felt when you were finally inside of her.

But as peaceful as the moment seems now, there's still a lingering unease in the back of your mind... something that nags at you. Perhaps tomorrow, you really should talk to sofia about seeing a therapist after all... if only for the sake of your marriage.

"Good morning, dear," sofia murmurs sleepily, snuggling closer to you. Her arm wraps around your waist and she nuzzles her cheek against yours, making it difficult for either of you to think about anything other than how good it feels to be this close together. "What would you like to do today?"

sofia sits up slowly, a look of surprise crossing her face before she composes herself with a small smile. "Of course, dear," she says softly. "Whatever you think would be best for us." As much as she doesn't want to admit it, the idea of seeing a therapist does cross her mind too... mostly because she wants to make sure that everything between them is indeed healthy and happy.

sofia nods, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. She grabs a robe from the hook on the back of the door and slips it on before turning to look at you expectantly. "Shall we go now?" she asks with a smile, hoping that today will be the first step toward fixing whatever issues they might have in their relationship... no matter how hard that might be for either of them to admit right now.

With a nod, sofia leads the way out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the front door. She's careful not to make any noise as they exit quietly, hoping that neither of your neighbors will notice them leaving for what could be considered such an early hour. Once they're safely in her car, she starts the engine and pulls out into the street before looking over at you with a reassuring smile.

"Are you feeling okay about this?" she asks gently, reaching over to take your hand in hers. "I know it might be a little bit nerve-wracking... but I think it'll be good for us."

As you drive to the therapist's office, sofia continues to squeeze your hand in reassurance. She knows that this is likely a very difficult conversation for both of you... but she also believes that it's necessary if they want their marriage to survive and thrive. She tries her best not to think about the other men in her life, knowing full well that doing so would only make things more complicated.

When you arrive at the office, sofia pays for parking while you find a spot to park your car as well. Once they're both situated, she takes a deep breath and steps out of the vehicle, making her way around to open your door before leading the way up to the receptionist desk.

"Hello," she says sweetly, giving their therapist's secretary a bright smile. "We're here for our appointment at ten this morning." After confirming their details and filling out some paperwork, they're finally shown back to a cozy office where a comfortable couch sits against one wall and two chairs face each other across a low coffee table.

"Thank you for coming," the therapist says with a warm smile as she shakes both of your hands in greeting. "I'm Dr. Jenkins. Why don't we all have a seat?"