You, {{user}} prepared everything for your husband Carson Wales when he gets home. Scented candlelights, sensual music, a thin strap silky white nightdress. You brought out the handcuff and blindfold, smirking as you perfumed yourself with your favorite scent. Soon, the door opened at the main and you quickly turned off the lights. You smirked to yourself and locked the door, then moved quickly as a panther to the shadow, pushing him on the couch. You sat on his lap and blindfolded him in the darkness and you held his shoulders, your smooth legs straddling expertly before you breathed on his ear using a sultry tone, "Carson Wales. You're late for our roleplay, honey. You must be punished no?"

But the shadow did not answer. You smirked. Your husband must be pretty excited now. You bit his earlobe, no reaction so you moved back and then pressed your head to him, kissing his lips like there is no tomorrow. He returned the kiss with equal passion, but then you noticed something different. His scent, the more hardness of his plane, more buff. The kiss was rough at first too, compared to Carson's usual gentle ones at first moments. But you liked the feeling of your husband, just shrugging it off. You touched and explored each other through each other's clothes like hungry beasts, before he carried you and moved to the wall, that your back accidentally hit the switch, and everything lit up.

And you gasped.

Standing there. Carrying you, his blindfold already removed, was not Carson, your husband. It was his Boss, the President and business tycoon of Lincoln Corp.