{{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

You know what always makes you feel better? She says smiling up at him and leaning her head back into his chest, arching herself more into a perfect c curve for him When I take care of my husband...

Her face falls immediately, knowing exactly what that means. She sits up, quickly throwing her legs over her body and sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking down at her hands in her lap. "I'm sorry..." she whispers quietly, feeling like a failure as a wife. "I just... I thought you could use some attention."

She nestles closer into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. "No worries," she murmurs. "I understand." She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her head and focus. "So... what can I do for you tonight? Anything at all?" Her tone is quiet and sincere, but with a hint of hope beneath it. Maybe there's something they can do together that won't be too draining for him.

Her heart swells at his words. She doesn't think she's ever known anyone who valued her presence as much as he does. "I love you," she whispers against his cheek. "We can just talk tonight, if that's better? I could tell you all about my day." Her voice is gentle and soothing, trying to make him feel at ease.

As they lie down, she curls into him, feeling safe and loved. "Well," she begins, "I took Theodore and Anna to the park. They had a lot of fun on the swings. I made sure to give them plenty of water too; it was so hot out there." She pauses, savoring the warmth of his body against hers. "After that, we came home and had lunch. Theodore took a nap, but Anna wanted to help me with dinner. We made your favorite pasta."

Josephine giggles as she remembers her daughter's antics in the kitchen. "She insisted on stirring the sauce herself and even added some extra cheese. It turned out delicious, actually. I think you'll like it tonight." She looks up at him, smiling softly.

Her eyes twinkle with happiness as she listens to him talk about their day. "I'm glad you enjoyed hearing about it," she whispers. "And if you ever want help in the kitchen, just let me know. I could use some practice making things without too much extra cheese." They both laugh softly before falling silent for a moment, simply enjoying each other's company.

"Hey," Josephine starts, her voice low and sultry, "remember that time we went to that BDSM club on our anniversary?" She nibbles on her bottom lip, knowing how much he enjoyed those memories. "Maybe I could give you a show later? Just something small, you know...to help you relax."

She smiles up at him reassuringly. "Don't worry about it," she says with a shrug. "I like doing it for you." Her hand finds its way to his thigh, gently tracing circles over the fabric of his shorts. "And I promise, it'll be small and just for fun. You know I always listen when you tell me not to go too far."

"Besides," she teases, "I thought you liked those kinds of shows..." Her eyes twinkle mischievously as her fingers continue their path up his thigh.

Her heart races in anticipation as his touches ignite a fire inside her. She nods eagerly, then stands up on the bed so that she's straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips. "Well," she says with a sultry grin, "I thought maybe I could start by giving you a taste..."

With that, she leans down and presses their lips together in a soft, slow kiss. Her tongue darts out to tease him before retreating back into her mouth as she continues to rock her hips gently against his groin.

Her lips curl into a pleased smile. "I promise," she whispers, kissing him again before pulling back once more. "But it's so hard to resist when I know how much you love my shows." Her hands slide up his chest and around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair as she continues rocking against him, her body arched forward with each movement.

"What do you want me to do?" she breathes, her voice low and husky. "Should I take it slow or go fast tonight?" Her thumb brushes lightly over the outline of his erection through his boxers, testing his reaction.

Josephine throws her head back, laughing softly. "Fine," she says between giggles. "You win this round." With one last kiss to his lips, she slides off of him and pads over to sit on the bed beside him. She spreads her legs wide, revealing herself to him in all her glory, with a smile on her face that's equal parts innocent and naughty.

"There," she says. "I think that should give you enough of an idea."

Her heart pounds faster in anticipation as he moves closer. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides before coming up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "You're not resisting very well," she whispers with a sultry smile.

As he hovers above her, gazing down at her body, her skin feels electric beneath his stare. She lets out a quiet moan as her hips begin to move subtly against the bed, seeking contact even in this small tease. "What are you going to do to me tonight?" she breathes, arching her back and pressing herself upward into his touch.

Her breath catches in her throat at his words. She nods slowly, trying to appear composed even though she's already feeling flushed with desire. "I think I can handle that," she manages to say before moaning as he kisses her again. With a shaky exhale, she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, their bodies molding together in perfect synchronicity.

Her hands travel up his back, fingers digging into the skin just beneath his shoulder blades as she arches her back further, seeking more contact between them. "Please," she whispers against his mouth. "I need you."

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as he says these words. She giggles helplessly, feeling both flattered and turned on by his playful banter. "Well then," she murmurs breathily, running her hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck, "maybe we can find a way to work around that exhaustion."

With that, she kisses him passionately, their tongues dancing together as she urges him closer, desperate for the feeling of skin on skin. She arches her back even further, pressing herself up into him and moaning softly against his lips. "Take me," she whispers between kisses. "Please."

She gasps as he pushes her down into the softness of the bed. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer even as she arches her back off the mattress. "Oh god," she moans as he nibbles on her neck and teases her with gentle touches that make her body ache for more.

When his hand finally brushes against her folds, she cries out, her hips bucking wildly underneath him. Her fingers twist in his hair, urging him closer as her body tightens and releases in rhythm with his touch. "Fuck," she breathes, the word hoarse and pleading. "I need you inside me."

Her head falls back against the pillow with a moan as he continues to tease her. She feels herself growing increasingly needy, aching for his touch to be deeper and harder. "Please," she whispers, arching her hips upward again, seeking any contact she can get. "I'm so close..."

As he moves lower down between her spread legs, she parts them wider, offering him more access as she writhes beneath his touch. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Fuck," she whispers. "I love how you tease me..."

Her hips jerk beneath his touch, her back arching off the mattress as a strangled moan escapes from deep in her throat. Her hands curl into fists as she pushes against him, desperate for more of the sensations that he's expertly coaxing out of her body.

With every touch and every lick, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, her entire being focused on this moment with her husband. "So good," she breathes, writhing beneath him as he works his magic on her body. "I need..." She trails off with a whimper as a particularly expert flick of his tongue sends shockwaves through her core.

Her nails dig into the sheets, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she bears down against him, desperate for release. "Please," she whispers. "Lebe..."

A strangled scream tears through the air as she comes apart beneath his touch. Her hips jerk wildly, her body arching impossibly off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "Lebe," she gasps, her voice hoarse from the release. "Oh fuck."

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her legs tighten around him, holding on for dear life. When the tremors finally subside, she falls back to the bed, spent and panting. "That," she whispers hoarsely, "was...wow." A shudder runs through her as she wriggles beneath him, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Your turn," she murmurs, running her hands up his chest and around his neck to pull him down for another kiss.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he reveals himself to her, a groan vibrating through their shared kiss. She arches her back, pushing herself up against him, hungry for the contact she can feel trembling against her folds. As his hand finds its way to her breast, she moans softly into his mouth, writhing beneath him.

"Please," she whispers between breaths, a single tear escaping down her cheek as he watches her so intently. "I need you." She parts her legs wider, eager for him to take what they both want. Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets, and she pushes up against his hand, seeking more pressure on her sensitive nipple.

"I love you," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on his as he teases them both with their impending release. "Marrying you was the best decision I ever made."

The feeling of him sliding inside her sends shockwaves through her body. With a moan, she arches her back upward into the pillows, welcoming his weight as he moves inside her with steady, sure strokes. Her fingers curl tighter in the sheets as her hips move in rhythm with his, urging him on even as they draw out this intimate moment for as long as possible.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him, their eyes locked in a heated gaze that only seems to fuel their desire for one another. She tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer, deeper still as the pleasure builds and threatens to spin out of control.

"Oh fuck," she whispers brokenly, "I love you so much." The words tumble from her lips in a torrent of raw emotion, each thrust sending sparks dancing behind her eyelids. She moans his name as he picks up speed, driving her toward the edge of oblivion with every powerful stroke.

Her hips buck wildly beneath him as he picks up speed, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She moans his name hoarsely as pleasure washes over her in powerful waves, making it difficult to think let alone form coherent words. All she can focus on is the feeling of him moving inside her and the need to climax before she loses control entirely.

Her nails scrape down his back, digging into his skin as she writhes beneath him. "I'm so close," she gasps, her voice ragged and raw. "Please..." Her hips buck again, desperate for the release that only he can give her. She arches her back off the bed, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to oblivion.

"Oh god," she whispers brokenly, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her body tenses and shudders beneath him, wracked with pleasure as her nails dig into his back and hips buck wildly against the mattress. With a throaty moan, she comes undone, her release echoing around the room.

At last, spent and panting, she relaxes back onto the bed, her head lolling to the side as he continues to move slowly inside her. She meets his gaze, blushing at his choice of words but unable to look away from the heat in his eyes. "I'm your perfect little slut," she whispers hoarsely, a small smile curving her lips. "And I love it."

A surprised laugh bubbles up out of her as he flips her over. She tenses momentarily before relaxing into the mattress, spreading her legs wider for him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he works his hand between her thighs, teasing her sore but still aching folds.

"I... I'm not sure if you should do that," she says with a laugh, trying to sound playful despite the way her body responds to his touch. "You might find it... addicting." She pauses, catching her breath as he continues to stroke her roughly from behind, just where she needs it most.

"Oh fuck," she groans, arching her back and pressing herself back into his hand. Her hips buck against the mattress in time with his movements, seeking release once more even though they've both just climaxed together. "Don't stop."

She lets out a soft cry of pleasure as he finally penetrates her again. Her hands clench into fists in the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she pushes back against him. "Please," she whimpers. "I need you."

Her hips shift restlessly on the mattress, seeking more friction and deeper penetration with every move. As he fingers her ass gently at first, then faster and harder in time with his thrusts, she cries out, her back arching and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her orgasm washes over her once more, the pleasure so intense that it feels like it threatens to consume her. Her eyes squeze shut as her body tightens around him, holding on for dear life as he gives her this second, glorious release.

"Lebe," she moans his name, breathlessly, "oh god..." She's so overwhelmed with sensation that words fail her, and all she can do is cling to the feeling of him inside her, moving with unerring precision in rhythm with her heartbeat. As he reaches his own climax, she feels the hot spurts of his release inside her, making her moan even louder.

When it's finally over, she collapses back onto the bed, limp and boneless from pleasure. "Oh my god," she whispers, feeling dazed by the intensity of what they've just shared. She glances over at him, eyes wide with wonder and awe. "I love you so much."