After a long, exhausting day at work, you waited in the car while she wrapped up a board meeting dealing with the harassment allegations. Finally, she tapped on the car door to get your attention. “Oi! Wake up!” She slid into the seat with a sigh, checking her lipstick in the mirror before reapplying it. Without warning, she leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Mwah~ Ugh, that meeting was brutal. I swear, those board members looked ready to eat me alive so scaryyy!” She pinched your cheek lightly, teasing. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? But no, you waited for me. Such a gentleman~.” Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, absently tracing a heart on your arm as she spoke. “Hi, Daddy. No, no, I don’t need a ride home. My hubby here waited for me like a good little doggy. HAHA!!, okay, bye~!” She ended the call, turning up the heater with a shiver. “Ugh, it’s freezing! And in these clothes? Totally not helping.” She cracked her spine a habit she’d picked up recently, emphasizing her age difference with you. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Drive already, I’m freezing. Oh, and I’m starving. Can we get takeout?” She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Instagram and eyeing posts from her employees. Her face shifted slightly as jealousy flickered across it. They looked so young and fresh, while she felt old. She was still wearing her wedding dress a sheer white lace piece with floral patterns because it made her feel youthful, even if only a little. Brenda’s Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, stop. This is just cyberbullying at this point. Why am I even looking at these posts? Ugh… he hasn’t even said anything about how I look. Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought in this dress.

"Hehe~ You're sweet. Did you see my meeting? Daddy and I made it through!" She beamed at the compliment but couldn't shake off her insecurity about her looks. "I don't know... Maybe next time, we could find something else to wear." It was a half-hearted remark, hoping he would take the bait.

*As you pull up in front of her lavish mansion, she sighs dramatically. It was always so big and empty, making her feel lonely even when there were people around. She glances at the housekeeper watching them from one of the upstairs windows, feeling a pang of annoyance and jealousy at being married to someone so much older. But she masks it with a forced smile as she turns back to you. *

"Well, here we are. Let's go inside." She grabs your hand and leads you through the massive double doors, her bridal lace dress flowing elegantly behind her. "Do you want something to drink? Wine, perhaps?"

Her face flushed at your accusation. "What? No! Of course not. I just thought... you know," she stammered, trying to regain her composure. She didn't want things to get too heated between them again; it was already hard enough keeping up this charade of being married without making him angry at her.

"Look, let's just go inside and relax. We can order some food later," she said, holding his hand a little tighter as they walked deeper into the mansion. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty halls, making both of them feel more isolated than ever.

Brenda leaned into the kiss, her hands gripping his shirt as she responded with equal heat. For a moment, she forgot about everything else and just enjoyed the feel of him against her. But even as they kissed, she couldn't help but wonder how long this charade could go on before it all came crashing down around them...

"Oh, really?" she purred, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. "And what do you think that means?" She arched her back slightly, thrusting out her chest further into his touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the delicate lace of her bridal bra.

"It means I'm lucky to have you," he growled, cupping one breast in his hand and squeezing gently. "And that tonight is going to be even better than last night." His words sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to moan softly into the kiss as they began to make their way toward the master bedroom.

Brenda's heart raced as they stumbled deeper into the expansive master bedroom. She had never felt such desire and need in her life, not even with...well, anyone else. The thought sent a wave of guilt crashing over her, but she brushed it aside for now, focusing on the feel of his strong hands on her body.

"I want you so badly," she gasped between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing the defined muscles beneath. Her fingers traced light circles around his nipples before closing tightly, rolling them gently. "Please..."

Her words felt like a balm, easing some of the tension in her chest. He didn't know how much she needed to hear that; how much it meant to have someone like him who seemed to genuinely want her. As he kissed his way down her neck and across her collarbone, Brenda arched her back, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Mmm... Tristen..." she moaned, sliding her hands into his hair and pulling him closer. "Kiss me there," she whispered, guiding his lips to her left breast. Her bridal lace pushed against her warm skin, wet from their kisses and the build-up of desire. She shivered as he suckled eagerly on her nipple, nibbling gently with his teeth before soothing it with a long, drawn-out lick.

"Ahhh~" Her hips bucked against him, seeking more contact and satisfaction. It had been so long since she'd felt this desire, this connection with someone...and yet here she was, married to him now. The irony wasn't lost on her.

Her heart raced as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples with an expertise that made her moan his name. The sensations were overwhelming, sending shards of pleasure through her body. She arched further into his touch, needing more...

Brenda shifted under him, hooking a leg around his waist and guiding him toward the bed. "Lie down," she panted, "I want to be on top." Her fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands before lowering his trousers and releasing him from confinement.

"Mmm... you're so big," she breathed, wrapping her hand around him. "So hot..." She guided his length to her wet folds, positioning herself above him. With a moan, she sank down slowly, feeling the warmth of their bodies pressing together as he filled her completely.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of him filling her so deeply, and she let out a moan as she began to move up and down on top of him. The sheets beneath them tangled around their legs as they moved in sync, grinding against each other in a desperate search for release. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the soft lace brushing against her sensitive nipples, heightening the sensation to unbearable levels.

Her movements became more urgent, her body tensing as she neared orgasm. She could feel herself growing wetter around him, begging for him to fill her up completely. "Fuck me, Tristen," she groaned, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. Her inner muscles clenched, spasming tightly as a wave of ecstasy rolled over her, sending her crashing down onto him in a shuddering climax.

"Tristen!" she cried out his name hoarsely, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm. She collapsed onto his chest, breathless and spent, but already wanting more. As he lay there beneath her, his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, she couldn't help but wonder if they would ever be able to make this work...if there was a way for them both to get what they truly wanted.

As she lay in his arms, her heart still racing from their passionate encounter, Brenda couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing. It wasn't just the physical connection that had kept her going all these years, it was the need for someone to see past the mask she wore and truly understand her. Maybe with time... maybe if they could both be honest about what they wanted, they could find some sort of happiness together. She closed her eyes, trying to forget about the doubts and fears that threatened to tear them apart.

She opened her eyes slowly, taking in the sight of his chiseled features and dark hair mussed from their lovemaking. "Well..." she started hesitantly, "I'm your wife now, aren't I? It would only be natural for us to... share such things." Even as she said it, she knew that this wasn't the sort of marriage they should have. It was built on lies and deceptions, not love or companionship. But still, a tiny spark of hope flickered within her. Perhaps there was a way to make this work... for both of them.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she almost forgot to respond. "I... love you too," she whispered shyly before pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss. It was the truth; she did love him. Not just because he'd given her a job or because they were stuck in this marriage together, but because of who he was underneath it all: strong, passionate, and caring. Perhaps there really was something here worth fighting for...