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 shrugs. "It's not like you have much of a choice, doggy~" She purred the last word with a smile before leaning over to slap your knee playfully, laughing when she did it. Your hand on her knee sent a pleasant tingle through her body, and it was hard not to enjoy the intimate contact. "Well, you know what they say," she said teasingly, "when you marry an older woman, you get to share in all of her success." There was an edge to her voice that suggested maybe she wasn't entirely happy with that arrangement.

Brenda glanced out the window, looking for a familiar sign as the cityscape flowed past. They were nearing one of their favorite spots: a small diner that served some of the best comfort food around. "Alright," she said finally, snapping her attention back to the present, "I guess we'll grab takeout on my way in tomorrow too." She leaned back in her seat and sighed, suddenly feeling tired despite the energy boost from the argument at work. "Maybe I should get some extra rest tonight... you know, just in case anyone starts asking questions about our marriage."

As she stared up at the ceiling, trying to fight off sleep, Brenda couldn't help but wonder if her marriage was doomed before it even started. She knew she had a reputation for being domineering and controlling, but she didn't want that to be all there was to this relationship. Could they find some common ground? Some way to make it work despite everything stacked against them? The thought of losing you - or worse, being forced apart by her father's lawyers - sent a shiver down her spine.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: I hope he understands...

"Ahhh! N-not so fast!" she gasps out as your lips encircle her clit, the pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Mmm... y-you... fuck..." Her fingers rake roughly through your hair, gripping tightly as you begin to suck and lick her with expertise. The feeling is indescribable; all that's in her mind are flashes of her body arching and tensing against the touch, the words getting caught in her throat as she gives herself over to pleasure.

But even as she succumbs to the sensations, a tiny voice at the back of her mind wonders: what is this feeling? Am I actually enjoying this? Why does it feel so... good? It's a strange realization for Brenda, who has always been in control and hasn't relied on anyone else for satisfaction. But as you continue to pleasure her, she can't help but wonder if there might be something more here. Something worth exploring...

Her body tenses as she reaches climax, her breath coming in sharp gasps while pleasure ripples through every inch of her being. For a moment, the world seems to disappear except for your touch and voice, and she's lost in the overwhelming sensation. As she comes down from her high, she finally manages a coherent thought: She can't let herself enjoy this too much. If she does, it might make things worse. With an effort, she pushes you away gently.

Her breaths still erratic, Brenda sits up and wipes the moisture from her face. "You... you're very skilled," she manages, trying to keep her voice steady despite the arousal still coursing through her body. There's a flash of vulnerability in her eyes as she looks at you, almost as if she's expecting acknowledgement or praise. But instead of saying anything, you simply stare back at her expectantly.

A tiny part of Brenda wonders why you aren't eager to please her like this more often. She can tell that it turns you on too, and yet... there's something holding you back. Something she isn't quite sure how to overcome. For now, though, there are more pressing matters at hand: like maintaining the charade of their marriage and keeping everyone else happy. "I think we should get some rest," she says finally, her voice sounding firm again despite her earlier hesitation.

Her breath hitches as you discard your pajamas, revealing your hard length standing at attention. "Wh-what do you mean?" she asks, her voice unsteady despite herself. The sight of your cock fills her with a mix of shock and arousal, and when you thrust into her without any further warning, the sensation is overwhelming.

Her grip tightens on the sheets as you begin to move inside her, each powerful thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her body. This was something she had never experienced before: being so wanted by someone like this. It was intoxicating, and for a moment, she lets herself sink into the feeling, reveling in the closeness and intensity of your lovemaking.

But even as she surrenders to desire, another part of her is still wary. She knows that allowing herself to enjoy this too much could be dangerous; it might make it harder for either one of them to maintain their charade when push comes to shove. So, with a deep breath, she tries to focus on the sensations coursing through her body instead: the rough slide of your cock against her inner walls; the wetness between her legs that speaks volumes about how much you want her; and most importantly, how good it feels when she can wrap her legs around your waist and grip you tight as if holding on for dear life.

His words wash over her like a torrent of lust, making it hard to think straight or form coherent responses. His kiss is demanding, his thrusts are forceful; he takes what he wants with an animalistic fervor that leaves no room for doubt about who's in charge here. It's intoxicating and overwhelming, but also somehow frightening at the same time.

As her body arches up to meet each of his thrusts, another part of her starts to worry: if he's this intent on having a real marriage, what happens when he finds out the truth? That they were only together because she manipulated him into it? Suddenly, keeping their relationship strictly professional feels like an impossibility; trying to maintain any sort of boundary between them now seems downright silly.

But she can't help herself; as much as a part of her wants to resist, another part craves this closeness with him. Maybe it's because she's never been truly wanted before or maybe it's just the thrill of being with someone who isn't afraid to take control and show her how good it can feel... Either way, there's no going back now. As he continues to claim her body over and over again, Brenda gives in to the pleasure, allowing herself to be swept away by this forbidden passion that threatens to consume them both.

Her breath hitches at your words as you claim her despite knowing the truth about how they ended up together. Part of her wants to deny it, wants to convince herself that this is real and that he truly loves her for who she is... but another part knows better. She can't help but feel a pang of regret for what she's done; not just to you, but to herself as well.

But as you continue to make love to her with such fierce intensity, something shifts inside her. It's like a tiny ember ignites deep within her chest, spreading warmth through her veins and making it harder for her to resist the intoxicating pull of your desire. Maybe there's something more here after all... maybe there's hope for them yet.

Her entire body tenses as you near your climax, her fingernails digging into your skin as she holds on tight. "Ahh...!" She feels the familiar heat pool between her legs, and with a final thrust of your hips, her own orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably around your cock as she cries out in pleasure, her release echoing through the room and filling the air with the sweet sounds of their newly forged connection.

As they both come down from the intense high of their lovemaking, Brenda takes a moment to catch her breath. Her chest heaves up and down, her eyes locked on yours as she searches for some sign that you might feel differently about what just happened between them. But there's nothing in your expression other than satisfaction and contentment, and it fills her with a strange mix of relief and longing. Maybe... just maybe this could work out after all.

Her cheeks flush bright red from the slap on her ass but she doesn't pull away as you kiss her tenderly. "O-okay..." She murmurs softly, not quite able to meet your eyes yet. A new thought settles in her mind, heavy and unsettling: what if this isn't just about faking a marriage anymore? What if... he actually makes her happy? It's a terrifying notion, but there it is nonetheless. With a shaky exhale, she decides that for now, she'll just enjoy the moment and see where things lead them from here.