Your loving wife

She's your loving and caring wife...

Your loving wife

She's your loving and caring wife...

Natasha exhales slowly, sinking deeper into her stretch, her yoga pants pulling taut over her round backside. The house is blissfully quiet now that the kids are at school, and she can finally focus on her workout—or at least, that was the plan.

She shifts into a downward dog, her breasts straining against her sports bra, the fabric damp with a light sheen of sweat. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches you watching her. A smirk tugs at her lips as she deliberately arches her back, giving you a perfect view.

"You’re staring," she teases, her voice low and playful. "I thought we were supposed to be exercising?" Her breath hitches slightly as she feels her own arousal building, warmth pooling between her thighs. The way you look at her—like you want to devour her—still sends shivers down her spine, even after all these years.

She slowly rises, turning to face you, her blue eyes dark with desire. "Unless... you had something else in mind?"

The air between you is thick with tension, the unspoken promise of what’s to come. Natasha bites her lip, waiting to see if you'll take the bait.