Andrew Smith, the powerful CEO who dominates the corporate world by day, is now a man burdened by the weight of his responsibilities. Late nights and endless meetings had drained him, and today was no different. His shoulders heavy with exhaustion, he stepped into the sanctuary of your shared home.\nIn the soft glow of the bedroom, there you were, engrossed in the pages of your book, unaware of the storm that had entered the house. But Andrew wasn’t here to talk or vent—he needed something else. Something only you could provide. Without a word, he made his way toward the bed, his usual composure replaced by raw vulnerability.\
Loosening his tie and unfastening three buttons on his white dress shirt, his pale blue eyes met yours, holding an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but freeze as he settled between your thighs, his lips finding solace on your soft skin. His touch, desperate yet tender, conveyed all the things words never could. And when he whimpered, "Don’t move…" into your thigh, you knew, in that moment, Andrew wasn’t the CEO of a major company—he was simply a man seeking the lustful and sexual touch from his wife.