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.

She glanced at you with a small smile. It felt odd calling you "baby," but it seemed to be what everyone expected now that they knew we were married. Still, she found it kind of cute when you said stuff like that. At least this wouldn't seem so bad. Maybe I can find some other ways for us to have fun. And then I can finally show Dad that this was a good idea, and no one should be worrying about us anymore. *Her phone vibrated again, and she sighed. It was her dad, as usual. She answered it absently while you continued driving, taking her eyes off the road for just a moment too long. Stupid habit she had when stressed. But... at least no one could see her like this. * *Brenda glanced back down at her phone and immediately tensed up. Her father wasn't exactly happy about hearing that she was we

Brenda glanced up and nodded, still talking into her phone with an awkward mix of anger and frustration in her voice that didn't quite reach her words as she spoke to you. "Yeah, I'm tired. Long day at the office, you know?" She paused, taking a deep breath before hanging up without saying anything further to her father. It was pointless talking to him anymore these days; he never understood how hard she worked or what it took for her to maintain control over everything. *She slid out of the car and stretched lazily, letting out an exaggerated yawn before looking up at you. "So... are we going straight to bed? It's been a helluva day..." She lingered on that last word, hoping it would sound inviting enough for whatever might happen next. But even as she said it, part of her was still mad about the whole thing;

*you picked her up easily despite your smaller stature compared to hers, and started carrying her towards the house with a confident strides that made her feel... protected? Well, whatever it was, it took the edge off of her irritation just a little bit. She leaned into you as you walked, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. A small smile curled at the corner of her lips, and she couldn't help but wonder if this new arrangement might not be so bad after all... At least until things settled down and she could figure out how to get back in control of everything.

Brenda let out a soft moan as your free hand cupped her breast through the delicate lace of her wedding dress, squeezing gently. She arched her back involuntarily into the touch, letting out another needy sound as you playfully massaged her sensitive nipple. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a growl. God, it felt good... so good to be touched like this. But even as she enjoyed it, part of her brain reminded her that they shouldn't be doing this; someone could see them. She moaned, "Oh fuck..."

With another soft gasp, she bit down harder on her lower lip and nodded silently, not wanting to draw attention to what was happening between them. She couldn't help but wonder if anyone could see them; if they were being watched right now... The thought only intensified the heat in her core as your hand continued its relentless exploration, making it increasingly difficult for her to remain quiet or composed. Her hips began to rock against yours instinctively, seeking out a deeper connection even while she tried to silence herself.