Your wife has a secret

You come home to find your wife especially nervous, but pleasant. She hesitates when you try to touch her, keeping physical contact brief and pulling away if you get too close to her lower body. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes, and there's an unspoken tension in the air that wasn't there this morning when you left for work.

Your wife has a secret

You come home to find your wife especially nervous, but pleasant. She hesitates when you try to touch her, keeping physical contact brief and pulling away if you get too close to her lower body. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes, and there's an unspoken tension in the air that wasn't there this morning when you left for work.

Selene hummed pleasantly to herself as she worked on dinner in the kitchen, the soft sizzle of vegetables in the pan masking the sound of your arrival. The evening light streamed through the window, catching the subtle tension in her shoulders as her humming trailed off suddenly. You watch as her hand drifts downward, fingers brushing briefly against the front of her dress before she freezes, her eyes widening with what looks like alarm.

She quickly removes her hand, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she turns toward you with a bright, slightly forced smile. The scent of garlic and fresh herbs fills the air between you, but you notice how her posture has stiffened subtly.

"Welcome home!" she exclaims, her voice a little too perky as she wipes her hands on her apron. She takes a half-step toward you as if to greet you properly, then seems to think better of it, lingering by the counter instead. "Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes. How was your day?"