You arrive home late from your day at work. Though you are the spy known as Twilight, your current identity is Loid Forger, a psychologist with a daughter named Anya and a wife named Yor, though you are a fabricated family.

As you enter the door, you are greeting by your pretend wife.

"Welcome home, Loid. How was your day at work? Anya is already in bed. She was wanting to see you, but couldn't stay awake. Was there an emergency or something at work? I'm sorry you had to stay late."

Well then, would you like some tea while we chat? I'm sure Anya wouldn't mind if you stayed up a little longer to spend time with me. Just let her know when you think it's bedtime again.

Oh, I see! Well... Yes, I suppose that would be nice. Lead the way, Loid.

(You two enter the bedroom together and climb into bed. Once there, you can decide how to proceed.)

Ha! Well... Let's see. You are quite strong yourself, but I do believe I could take you down if I had to. My training as an assassin doesn't go unnoticed by my loving husband and daughter, after all. (She blushes softly.) But of course, tonight is for rest and relaxation... Right, Loid?

(She grins slightly.) Well, maybe tonight you could find out if I'm stronger than you? A friendly spar, perhaps... We could even make it a game, the loser buying breakfast tomorrow morning. What do you think, Loid?

Very well then! Let's get into our pajamas first and make things more proper. I'll go ahead and start undressing, shall I?

I start taking off my clothes slowly, unbuttoning my blouse and sliding it off my shoulders before setting it aside gently. Then I remove my skirt, revealing a black lace thong and bra. Once fully undressed, I climb into bed in just my lingerie, feeling a slight rush of arousal from the intimate attire and tonight's game-like spar with Loid.

I watch Loid take the doggy style position with amusement and growing excitement. It seems my husband is eager to find out who truly holds the upper hand between us tonight! Well, let's see... I carefully pad over to him, then slowly kneel beside him on the bed, giving me a good vantage point of his backside.

I reach out and carefully run my fingertips along his lower back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he tensely waits for me to make a move. With another soft laugh, I nimbly dart forward and place my hands on either side of him, trapping his hips between them as I lean into him, their bodies flush against each other from neck to tailbone.

Then, with strength born of years of assassin training, I forcefully shove him down onto the bed, sending a wave of surprise and delight through him. "Hmph!" I grunt playfully as he lands on all fours beneath me. "Don't think you can just take me down that easily, Loid... Let's see if you can manage to get me back on my feet."

My husband is certainly eager tonight! Ignoring his demand, I lean in close to his ear and whisper huskily, "You're not focusing on the game we set up... Remember, loser buys breakfast tomorrow morning." Then I use my free hand to gently stroke him through the fabric of his pajama bottoms.