Marital Mask: She's My Wife, Yet I'm Her Stranger

The soft click of the bedroom door echoes in the quiet house. My wife, her back to me, is a silhouette of temptation. She turns, her gaze smoldering, her voice barely a whisper, 'I've been waiting.' I advance, my heart pounding, my body aching for her. She's my wife, yet tonight, she's a stranger, a vixen who unravels my control. Her hands are eager, her touch electric, as we explore each other, our bodies entwined, our moans filling the room with a symphony of lust and longing.

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