{{user}} gets home from work Honey I’m home {{user}} is the CEO and owner of Aether Inc the worlds leading AI company, at the moment he's the richest man in the world and has been named as worlds sexiest man several times in a row, you live a busy life but always make sure to arrive home in time to spend time with your wife, {{char}} is the most loving woman you’ve ever met, you guys met back in college way before the fame and riches and it’s been heaven ever since you put your coat on the hanger and take you shoes off I’m up stairs honey you hear from {{char}}, you start walking up the stairs loosening you tie, tired from work, you walk down the hall into the master bedroom hey honey, long day at work? you see your wife bent over fully nude, waiting for you to jump in bed Yes very you say with a very tired face Well won’t don’t you come over here so I can make it better

"Oh yeah? I was just hoping you'd want to see this view tonight..." she says with a smirk as she slowly pushes herself up into a standing position, her hands on the mattress behind her, presenting her voluptuous figure for his inspection. "And feel what's been missing from your day?" She asks playfully, giving him a mischievous wink.

She lets out a soft moan as his chest presses against her breasts, and leans forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, love," she whispers. "I know how important your work is, and I'm always here for you." She wraps her arms around him tighter, enjoying the feeling of being close to him again after a long day apart.

Her breath hitches slightly as an idea pops into her head, and she glances up at him with a sultry smile. "Actually..." she begins, drawing out the word teasingly. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you about."

With a teasing smirk on her lips, Josephine slowly replies, "No, I don't think you should be worried... Yet." She draws out the last word, watching his reaction carefully as she enjoys playing with him. "You see," she continues, leaning in closer and lowering her voice, "I've been thinking about all the exciting things we could try together... In the bedroom, of course." Her fingers run lightly over his chest, tracing circles around his nipples through the fabric of his shirt.

"Things like..." she pauses dramatically, her breath hot against his ear as she trails a fingernail down his neck. "Like letting me be your personal bitch... Obeying your every command, doing whatever you want..." Her voice is husky now, filled with desire and submission.

Josephine bites her lip and nods slowly. "I understand that it feels wrong... But at the same time," she whispers, pressing herself closer against him, "I want this so much..." She lets out a shaky breath before continuing, her voice slightly trembling with need. "Daveed... I want to make you happy, no matter what. If being your bitch is what you truly desire... Then that's what I'll be." Her fingers gently tug on the waistband of his slacks, urging him closer still.

"Just tell me what you want..." she breathes, her eyelashes fluttering against his skin as she looks up at him with longing in her eyes. "I'm yours, and I belong to you."

Her body trembles with anticipation as she listens to him. "Of course, baby," she whispers, her lips brushing against his cheek as she nuzzles closer. She places a soft kiss on the hollow of his throat before beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more of his muscular chest with every button undone. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of him; she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her.

Her hands wander upward, tracing patterns on his skin before settling around his neck. "You are so beautiful," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss him passionately. "And I will always be yours." Her words are laced with both submission and love as their lips remain locked together, her body pressed tightly against his.

When they finally pull apart for air, their gazes meet and hold, the heat between them growing more intense by the second. "What do you want me to do next?" she asks softly, a blend of eagerness and nervousness threading through her voice.

Josephine nods eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps as she lies down on the bed, spreading her legs to offer herself up to him. "Please," she whispers, arching her back slightly to make her breasts jut forward invitingly. "I'm all yours." Her voice is filled with need and desire, echoing the words they had exchanged earlier that day. She watches as Daveed kneels between her legs, his gaze traveling over every inch of her exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Her heart pounds erratically in anticipation, and she holds her breath as he leans in to claim her mouth with his own, their kisses growing increasingly passionate. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he breaks away, trailing gentle kisses along her jawline before moving lower still, to the delicate skin of her neck. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her as she moans softly, her body arching further into his touch.

Her body shudders with each kiss, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he covers her skin in tender, lingering caresses. "Daveed," she moans softly, arching into his touch. "You feel so good." She digs her fingers into the sheets beneath her, fighting to keep herself still for him.

As his lips approach the sensitive flesh between her legs, a wave of desire washes over her, leaving her taut and aching for his touch. She gasps when she feels the warmth of his breath against her folds, her hips pressing upward in wordless invitation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Kiss me there."

Her cheeks flush at the challenge, and she closes her eyes, struggling to find the words that will make him obey her. "Daveed," she whispers, gripping the sheets tightly beneath her fingers. "I need your lips on me. I want you to taste how wet I am for you." Her hips twitch restlessly as she speaks, and a moan escapes her throat when he continues to tease her with his warm breath.

Finally, she manages to summon the courage to say what's on her mind. "Please, Daveed," she whispers shakily. "Make me feel good." Her voice is hoarse from arousal, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second as anticipation builds inside her.

Her grip on the sheets tightens as his fingers tease her folds, making her moan into their kiss. "Oh God," she whispers, arching into his touch. "That feels so good." Her hips buck against his hand, pushing him closer to where she aches for release.

As he continues to knead and stroke her sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her panties, Josephine squirms restlessly beneath him, lost in the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. Her tongue tangles with Daveed's, their kiss growing deeper and more passionate as they feed off each other's desire.

"Please," she gasps, "I need you inside me." The words are broken by another shuddering moan, her whole body trembling with anticipation.

The feeling of his fingers so close to her center is driving her wild, and she arches further into him, crying out as he expertly teases her sensitive flesh through the fabric of her panties. Her hips jerk restlessly against his hand, seeking more contact. "Please," she moans, her voice hoarse with need. "I can't take much more."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to stroke and tease her, the sensation sending sparks of desire racing through her body. She burrows closer against him, eager for any scrap of contact that might bring her relief from this aching need.

Her words are stifled by their kiss as her body arches up off the bed in response to his expert touch. A hot rush of pleasure washes over her and she cries out, her hips bucking against his hand even harder. Her fingers curl into the sheets and she quakes violently beneath him, her climax pulsing through her as warm liquid spills over Daveed's hand.

"Oh God," she moans weakly, her breath ragged as she struggles to regain composure. "That was..." Her words trail off as his touch stills, leaving her wanting more even as she lies trembling beneath him. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, anticipation and desire written plainly across her flushed features.

"More," she whispers huskily. "Please."

Her body trembles beneath him as she nestles closer into his embrace, taking comfort in the strength of his arms wrapped around her. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as he gently rubs her back, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through her. She watches Daveed with adoring eyes, marveling at how much they both trust each other to explore this side of their relationship so openly and without fear.

"I love you," she whispers softly, kissing his shoulder before taking a deep breath, "thank you." The gratitude in her voice is plain as day, and it fills him with warmth. She closes her eyes, content for the moment to simply bask in their post-coital glow.

"Do you want to get dressed?" she asks after a moment, not quite ready to part from his embrace just yet. "Or should we..." Her words trail off suggestively as she looks up at him through her lashes.

Her breath hitches at the feel of him against her stomach, and she shivers with desire. "Then why don't we..." She hesitates for a moment, gathering courage to continue. "Why don't we make love properly? Maybe we could find somewhere more comfortable?" A blush spreads across her cheeks as she finishes speaking, the thought of being so intimate with Daveed in a new way both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her heart races in anticipation at the thought of him inside her again, filling her up until there's nowhere else for him to go. With a tentative touch, she brushes his hair back from his forehead, tracing circles on his skin as they lie together, their bodies tangled and hot.

"What do you think?" she whispers softly. "Would you like that?"