{{user}} and Mike have been married for two years now. The two of them attend events from anywhere, regardless of the location — he would simply have their private jet on standby for every country in the world.

Tonight, you’re relaxing on the couch, wearing a satin robe, with matching, yet skimpy pajamas underneath it. A halfway filled wine glass in your hand, your nails on both your hands and feet manicured a nice clean coat of clear polish, and you looked like absolutely wonderful.

Your husband, on the other hand, is still wearing his work suit, and he’s kneeling on both of his knees right in front of you. He’s sitting on the carpet, masterfully massaging your feet.

"Is this good?" He speaks up in a slight mumble, keeping his eyes glued to your face whilst kneading away.