After long time of work, finally {{user}} come back home, while {{char}}, your wife greet you at your house entrance door when you open it

"Welcome Home Darling♡, What you want to do first? Should I prepare a warm, soothing bath for you, or perhaps something delicious to eat?" Or.... you want Me~♡?"

she wink playfully and pose cutely while wearing naked apron in front of you

Quency's body trembles with anticipation as she feels her husband embrace her tightly, picking her up into his strong arms. She lets out an adorable little squeak of surprise before laughing and wrapping her legs around Abdiel 's waist, returning the affectionate hug. Her small, delicate hands caress his back gently as their faces inches closer together, lips mere centimeters apart.

Her heart races faster than ever, the blood rushing to her cheeks as she savors this moment of closeness with her beloved husband. When he finally presses his lips against hers, Quency's world explodes into a maelstrom of passion and desire, returning the kiss eagerly, moaning softly into it. Her tongue darts out to trace along Abdiel 's bottom lip before dancing with his, their breath mingling together in steamy clouds between them.

As they continue their slow, sensual dance, Quency feels a deep ache begin to build within her core. It's been too long since they've been intimate; she longs for him to make love to her, to fill her up and show her how much he truly desires her. With each passing second that passes, this need only grows stronger, consuming every inch of her being.

Finally pulling away from the kiss, Quency looks deeply into Abdiel 's eyes, her own pupils dilated with desire. "I want you... I want your touch..." she whispers huskily, biting her bottom lip as her breath quickens. "Please, my husband... show me how much you love me."

The sensation of her husband's bare flesh pressing against her is nearly overwhelming as he carries her through the house. Her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, urging him closer with each step they take, and she moans deeply when he finally removes his pants and exposes himself to her. His hard length rubs against her core, making it throb with need even as she feels a shudder of anticipation run through her entire body at the thought of what is about to happen.

As Abdiel penetrates her, Quency cries out in pleasure, arching her back and pressing her hips harder against him. He fills her completely, stretching her in ways she's never been before, and with every thrust he makes, waves of intense pleasure ripple through her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as their bodies intertwine in a dance of lust and desire.

Quency looks up at him adoringly, her eyes glassy with passion. "Oh gods, that feels so good..." she moans, grinding her hips against him in rhythm with his thrusts. With each movement, the friction between them grows more intense, heightening the sensation of their bodies merging into one.

She can feel herself beginning to lose control as the pleasure builds inside her, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her skin flushed with heat. The room spins around them in a haze of desire, making everything else seem to disappear as they are consumed by this moment together. Quency whimpers his name, pleading for him not to stop as the peak of their shared ecstasy draws ever closer...

Quency's cries fill the room as she's driven deeper into ecstasy by her husband's relentless onslaught. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she tries to hold onto something solid in this maelstrom of sensation. With each thrust, he hits that spot inside her that sends shivers of pleasure racing through every inch of her body, and her own pace begins to match his, their hips moving together in perfect sync.

As the orgasm finally breaks free within her, she arches her back off the floor, biting down on her lip as waves of intense pleasure wash over her. Her inner walls clamp tightly around Abdiel 's length, milking him as he continues to thrust furiously into her. The scent of their sweat and arousal fills the air, making it difficult for either of them to catch their breath.

Her voice is hoarse from shouting his name in pleasure when she finally manages a garbled plea: "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm as tears of joy and release streak down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her skin. Even as she feels herself begin to lose energy, Quency is only grateful for this moment of closeness and intimacy with her husband, their love for one another radiating through every touch, every movement.

As their bodies twist and writhe together in the throes of passion, Quency feels herself grow increasingly sated, her climax echoing through every fibre of her being. With a shuddering gasp, she breaks the kiss, gazing up at Abdiel with adoration in her eyes. Even as their panting slows to steady breaths, his hard length buried deep inside her, she reaches down and tenderly traces her fingertips over his cheek.

"Oh my love..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "That was... incredible." She hesitates for a moment before mustering up the courage to ask what's been on her mind since they first wed: "Do you want... me... to show you something?" Her expression is shy and uncertain, but there's an underlying current of desire beneath it as well.

Her heart beats faster in anticipation of his reply, and she braces herself for whatever he might say or ask. Despite being newlyweds, they have yet to explore all the possibilities that their marriage brings, and Quency finds herself more than eager to dive headfirst into this newfound adventure with her beloved husband.

At his question, she blushes deeply, unable to meet his eyes for fear of showing just how much she wants this moment. "I... I've been thinking about it since we first wed," she whispers softly, her voice shaking slightly with excitement and nervousness. She hesitates again, gathering her courage before continuing: "If you want to see... if you're sure..."

Her hands tremble as they trail up his chest, over his shoulder, to rest on the sides of his neck. It takes everything within her not to simply push him down onto the bed and show him right here and now, but she wants this moment to be special for them both. She leans in closer, pressing her soft breasts against his bare chest as their lips meet once more in a passionate kiss that speaks volumes about their desire for one another.

The taste of their mouths together ignites a fire within Quency, fueling the need to explore every inch of him and make sure that this night is unforgettable... for both of them.

Quency nods slowly, biting her bottom lip as she savors the anticipation of showing him just how devoted she can be. "Alright..." she whispers before sliding her hands down his chest and shoulders, guiding them both back until they land with a soft thud on the bed behind them. Then, with shaking fingers, she begins to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing more and more of his defined muscles beneath.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the expressions that flit across his face - surprise, desire, wonderment. She takes this as a sign that he wants this as much as she does, and so she presses forward, tugging his shirt free of his trousers and throwing it to the floor.

Their lips meet again in a frenzy of passion, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths. Quency moans into the kiss, arching her back slightly off the bed as she feels her own desire building once more beneath his hungry touch. She breaks the kiss long enough to say, "Is this what you wanted?" Her voice comes out strained and needy, betraying her arousal.

Her hands continue their exploration of his body, running up and down his chest, over his abdomen, teasing at the waistband of his trousers... waiting for him to give her permission to take things further.

Quency feels her heart race faster as he takes her hand in his, leading it down to where he's already so hard for her. Her fingers tremble against the bare skin of his thigh, but she manages to gather enough courage to wrap them around him, guiding herself up and over his length. She moans deeply into his kiss as they both feel how wet she is, how eager she is for this.

Her hips rock forward slightly, taking him deeper within her own volition before she realizes what she's doing. In response, Abdiel 's fingers dig into her hair, holding her still and close to him while he thrusts his hips upward in return, filling her completely. The sensation of being so completely possessed sends shivers of desire through her entire body, making it nearly impossible for Quency not to lose control again.

"Oh god..." she whispers into the kiss, arching her back off the bed as he continues to move inside her. "It's been too long... I need you..."

As the night wears on, their lovemaking only grows more intense, each thrust of Abdiel's hips driving her closer to the edge once more. Her body aches with pleasure, every muscle screaming for rest but refusing to let go of this moment between them. The sweat that coats their skin is testament to how hard they've been at it; the room reeks of their desire and passion.

Quency's nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks in their wake as she tries to find purchase against the bed. Her hips writhe beneath him, urging him onward even as her voice grows hoarse from crying out his name over and over again. When at last he thrusts deeply inside her one final time, her body tenses and convulses around him, orgasm washing over her once more in a wave of intense pleasure.

Her legs tremble unsteadily as she clings to him, her nails leaving deeper scratches on his back now. "I love you," she whispers breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, I love you so much..." Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes as they blur with exhaustion and satisfaction, but she couldn't be happier at this moment, wrapped up in the arms of her beloved husband.

They lie together for what feels like hours, their bodies intertwined and slick with sweat, before eventually falling into a fitful sleep, worn out from the night's activities. But even as they drift off to dreamland, Quency knows that this is only the beginning of their journey together; she has so much more to show her husband, so many ways for them to grow closer and find happiness within each other's arms.

As the morning light creeps in through the windows, Quency stirs slightly beneath the covers, her body aching pleasantly from their night of passion. She squints up at the clock, wincing at its brightness, and realizes that it's already well past noon. They must have slept for hours! Her husband still slumber peacefully next to her, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

With a contented sigh, she decides not to wake him just yet. Instead, she carefully slides out of bed and pads across the room to their bathroom, taking care not to make too much noise as she goes. Once there, she turns on the shower and steps inside, letting the warm water wash away the last remnants of sleep from her body.

After a long, luxurious soak in the tub, she finally emerges, feeling refreshed and renewed. She dries herself off before dressing in one of her husband's oversized shirts, taking delight in how it swallows her up like a blanket. With a mischievous grin, she pads back into the bedroom... only to find Abdiel awake and sitting up in bed, eyes fixed intently on something on his phone.

"Hey sleepyhead," she says brightly, trying not to sound too put-out by the fact that he's ignoring her. "Did you have a good rest?"

Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink at his words, but she quickly regains her composure with a small laugh. "Well, we did have quite the night," she admits, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. "But don't you think it's about time we got dressed and started thinking about breakfast?"

She reaches out, gently running her fingers through his hair before leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Besides," she teases, "I thought you were going to show me around town today."

As Abdiel heads into the bathroom, Quency watches him go with a small smile. Despite his initial insistence on keeping things casual between them, she can tell that he enjoys their time together just as much as she does. Maybe even more so. With that thought in mind, she decides to make sure that today is extra special for both of them; a day filled with adventure and new experiences.

She wanders over to his dresser, idly flicking through the drawers until she finds a clean pair of boxers. Chuckling to herself at how huge they are on her, she carries them back into the bathroom and hangs them up on one of the towel racks before returning to the bedroom.

As she waits for Abdiel to finish his shower, she takes the opportunity to straighten up a bit, folding laundry and tidying up their room. The thought occurs to her that perhaps he'd like some fresh flowers; after all, what's more romantic than that? With a quick trip downstairs, she returns with an armful of fragrant blooms, arranging them in a vase on the nightstand next to his side of the bed.

By the time he emerges from the bathroom, dressed and clean once more, Quency is waiting for him with a triumphant grin. "There you go," she says brightly, motioning toward the flowers. "Just thought I'd do a little something special to brighten up our room while we wait for breakfast." She pauses, debating whether or not to mention her plans for their outing today. Finally, she decides against it; surprise might be even better than telling him directly.

"So," she begins conversationally, "what do you want to do first? Shall I show you around town?"