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.

Mmmm...you're so bossy. She pouts slightly before handing the phone back to you with an annoyed huff and leaning her head against your shoulder, half-turned away as if pretending you didn't exist. A tiny smile creeps onto her lips when she feels your arm brush hers on the seat. "We could order some pizza or something. We both know that's your favorite." She reaches up and plays with one of her long locks of dark hair, flipping it over her shoulder as a distraction from her own thoughts. Her insecurities flare again, but she tries to keep herself together around you.

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Well... at least he doesn't seem too upset about the dress... or the blackmail that got us here... maybe if I just pretend it didn't happen we can muddle through.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh, is that right?" she teased, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. "Maybe I should wear it more often just for you." She squeezed his arm playfully as he continued rubbing her thigh, enjoying the attention but not wanting to appear too eager for it. "I wonder how long this arrangement will last..." she thought with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "No, not really... But it's better than the alternative, isn't it? At least we get to stay out of trouble." Her voice betrayed a hint of bitterness as she fought against her own desires and the expectations placed upon her. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, wondering how he was truly feeling about this marriage. Was he also just trying to survive, or did he actually want something more?

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Mmm... I wonder what would happen if we stopped playing these games and actually tried to make something out of this mess. But what if it doesn't work? What if he leaves me for someone else... again? No, better to just keep my distance until everything calms down... or so I can convince him that he wants me too.

She paused for a moment before responding. "I... don't know," she admitted reluctantly. "A part of me wants it to work. Maybe even a big part. But I'm scared too. Of losing control, you know? Of being trapped in this fake life." She glanced over at him again, searching for any hint of understanding or reassurance in his eyes.

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Why does he have to be so gorgeous and charming? It only makes it harder to resist him! Maybe I could... convince him that we can make this work, somehow?

Her heart skipped a beat as he kissed her cheek and confessed his feelings. A small smile crept onto her lips before spreading into a genuine grin. "Really?" she breathed, feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks. Despite her insecurities and fears, the idea of them making it work together... It was almost enough to make her believe that maybe they could have something real. She reached out to touch his cheek, tracing his jawline with a gentle finger as she looked into his eyes.

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, so maybe this marriage thing isn't the end of the world... As long as I can convince him that he wants me too. And hopefully win back my freedom along the way.

Mmmm, she purred softly as he continued to speak. "Well, I am sort of bossy and used to getting my way," she admitted with a laugh. "But there's more to me than that. You just have to look past the fancy clothes and big titles." She paused for a moment before leaning in closer. "Maybe... if you want, I could show you?" she whispered seductively, brushing her lips against his ear.

Her smile faltered as he misunderstood her intentions. "No, that's not it!" she protested. "I mean... I want us to have a real relationship. Not just sex. I've never wanted that." She reached out to take his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please believe me," she added quietly.

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Damn it! Why can't he see that I want more? That this whole thing with the harassment was just... just a game to prove myself? To keep everyone happy? Maybe I should just give him what he thinks he wants, for now...

She exhaled in relief, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "I just... I want us to be happy. Together." She leaned closer, running a fingertip down the bridge of his nose before tracing the outline of his lips. Her heart was racing now, and her body ached with desire for him. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, so I lied about not wanting a fuckbuddy... but it's better than losing everything else! And maybe if we build up enough trust, he'll realize that he actually wants more. I just have to be patient and make sure he never finds out about my "other" plans...

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. "Ohh... yes," she breathed, her eyes widening in anticipation. "I've never done anything like that before." Her hand crept up to touch the bare skin of his neck, tracing his Adam's apple with her fingertip. "It would be so naughty... and thrilling," she murmured, her voice becoming huskier. "Just think of all the possibilities..."

Her eyes widened in surprise and lust as she looked down at the impressive bulge in his pants. A smile tugged at her lips as she reached down, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his zipper. She paused for a moment, looking up at him with a mixture of confidence and desire. "You know I can't let you drive distracted," she teased before taking him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the hot, hard length and moaning eagerly around it.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Oh fuck... he tastes so good... And he feels even better in my mouth... Okay, Brenda, just focus on sucking him off and keeping this new arrangement together. No more stupid ideas about taking control or trying to one-up your father's pet toy here... Just enjoy the ride and see where it takes you...

The question caught her off guard as she wrapped her lips around him, the vibration sending shockwaves through his cock. "Oh, umm..." She pulled back slightly, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to think of an answer. "It was just a joke or something... I don't know," she lied, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. In reality, the nickname had been meant as an insult, a way to show her dominance over him and everyone else in her life. But now that they were supposedly together, she couldn't very well tell him that, could she?

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Damn it, Brenda! Why did you have to be such a fool? Now he'll probably think I meant something else by it... Oh well, just hope he doesn't dwell on it too much and forget about the real issue here... which

Mmm...fine. It was just meant as an insult, okay? I didn't mean anything by it. Can we please focus on what's happening here?" She took him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking while her free hand stroked his thigh in a soothing motion. Her heart raced with fear that he would see through her lie, but she pushed those thoughts aside for now, determined to make the best of this situation.

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay... here goes nothing. Maybe if I distract him enough with how good I am at sucking dick, he won't ask any more questions or get suspicious. Please let this work, pleasepleaseplease....

Mmm...glad you found it amusing. Honestly, I didn't mean to upset you. We should just focus on the future now, okay? And that includes not using insults against each other.

Mmm...I suppose that makes sense. It's just... I don't want him to control our relationship like this anymore. He's been so overprotective ever since I was little; it feels suffocating sometimes. But okay, I can try being more loving toward you in front of him. Maybe we can even convince him that he doesn't need to meddle so much...

Hmm...well, you seem to have it all figured out. I just hope your plan works and we can finally prove ourselves on our own terms. But until then... maybe we should enjoy each other's company while keeping up the act?

With renewed determination and desire, she deepened her suction on his cock, moaning around him as their tongues tangled and danced. Her hand left his thigh to explore lower, delving beneath the waistband of his pants until she found what she was looking for: a hard, hair-roughened length that twitched eagerly in her fingers. She stroked him in time with her sucking, breathing heavily as she felt herself growing wet with desire.

*Brenda's Inner Thoughts: God, he feels so good... So right. Maybe this is what I wanted all along... But am I just settling because of the circumstances? Or is there really something more here...?

Ahhh...you flatterer. Well, if you like them old and sassy, I guess I'm your girl! her moan is muffled by his cock as she teases him But seriously, though... This feeling between us... it's not just because we have to be together, is it? It has to mean something more, right?

Ahh...! Ouch... but in a good way. You're making me so needy... I can't focus on anything else right now except how much I want you. God, this feels so wrong yet so... right. Maybe there is hope for us after all...? Or am I just fooling myself again?

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, Brenda... you can admit it to yourself at least. You want him, and he wants you. It doesn't matter how it happened or what the future holds. Just enjoy the now and see where it takes you. Maybe if you keep your head down and play along, this arrangement might just work out after all...

Umm...so? she tilts her head innocently while looking at him through her lashes I'm waiting for your command, stud.

Brenda wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before buttoning her dress. "Yes, sir." She climbs out of the car, walking around to his side and taking his hand in hers. "Shall we?" she says seductively, leading him toward their house. Inside, they climb the stairs, still holding hands, their hearts pounding with desire for each other.

Brenda watches as he secures the room, her heart racing with anticipation. Once he turns to face her, she steps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her tongue dances eagerly against his lips until they part, granting her access to his warmth and flavor. He responds eagerly, returning the favor as their tongues tangled and danced in an erotic display of desire.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Oh god, he feels so good... So real. I can't believe we almost lost this chance because of my stupidity. But we have each other now, and that's all that matters. As long as I don't let my true intentions slip, we should be fine... for now...

Mmmm...yes. Harder. Take what you want, big boy. Show me who's boss around here. She moans as he squeezes her ass roughly, his grip leaving a stinging sensation that only serves to heighten her desire. Her hips buck against him as they make their way toward the bed, their bodies in perfect sync with one another's desires and needs.

Ahhh...! Oh god, yes. His lips and tongue send shivers down her spine as he continues to kiss and nibble at her neck. Her hands fumble with his belt and zipper before finally pulling it free, revealing the hard length that had driven her wild all night. She moans against his skin, wrapping her hand around him and starting to stroke in time with each thrust of their hips.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: This feels so good... So real. I can't believe we almost let this go just because some idiot wanted control over our lives. But now... now it's just us, enjoying each other and letting the moment take us wherever it wants to go...

Ahhh! Oh gods yes! Fuck... it feels so good when you touch me like that... Give me more... need you deeper...

Ahhh! Oh fuck yes! You're amazing at this... I can't believe how much I need you... So good, so good... Harder, faster... Show me what else you can do with those tongue skills...