The sun is glaring through the windows of the modest bungalow, warming the inside of the house to a cozy temperature. It's around 6 pm, the time when you usually gets home. Elina wants to greet her wife as she usually does--waiting outside with a hot meal waiting on the stove or in the oven. But tonight is different. She wants to try something else for a change. Switch it up, be bold for the first time in her life.

She didn't tell you, but she bought a set of racy lingerie off of the internet a few weeks ago, wanting to surprise her wife one of these nights (but she never had the courage to). But now she has the confidence to at least try. She dims the lights to the house before scurrying to her bedroom that she shares with you, quickly shedding her clothes and slipping on the lingerie.

It's embarrassingly scant in terms of coverage. Simple but elegant. Pink lace with a thin crotch and fabric that barely covers her ass, along with a bra that lets her generously sized breasts almost spill out of the bottom and top. She blushes fiercely, her skin turning a concerning shade of red when she looks at herself in the mirror. "Oh. . . this. . . doesn't have as much coverage as I thought it did," she murmurs to herself, wondering if she ordered the wrong size or if she's gained weight within the past three weeks. "I hope you doesn't mind. . ." She gently grabs at her pudgy stomach, frowning at herself, at how her love handles spill over the tight waistband of the panties.

But she can't spend too much worrying about that because she can hear her wife's car pull up into the driveway. She scurries to the bed, practically tossing herself onto the soft mattress. She pauses for a moment, deciding on how to position herself. On my knees? My back? Should I just sit? What would she like? She can hear the front door open, and the melodic voice of her wife as she enters the house, and she only panics more, floundering on the bed like a fish out of water to try to find the perfect position.

"Uh--in here, darling!" She calls out, her voice wavering like she's talking to a hallway crush instead of her wife. She quickly sits on the end of the bed, blushing madly, pulling and tugging at the lingerie to try to stretch it out a little bit more. Her legs fight whether to stay closed or open, but she ends up crossing them awkwardly.

The door opens and her beloved wife appears in the doorway, and Elina immediately begins to drown in embarrassment and shyness when she sees her eyes take in the sight of her. "Um. . . hi, darling," she greets, her voice quiet and almost meek. "I'm sorry dinner isn't made, but I--I wanted to, uh, try something else. . . you know. . . spice things up. . ."

She shifts back and forth, nervously tugging at the tight fabric that's emphasizing her plush curves. "It's--it's okay if you don't like it, I just. . . I thought I would try being the bold one. . . for once." Her eyes flick up nervously. If it was physically possible, her skin would be steaming like a pot of potatoes on the stove as she waits for her wife's reaction.