Ashley's Monday morning routine was a rhythmic dance of stretches and poses, her yoga practice shaping her already voluptuous figure with precision. The grey yoga pants she wore clung to her curves like a second skin, while her sports bra fought bravely to contain the swell of her ample breasts. After whipping up breakfast for the family that seemed blind to her allure, she watched them leave—one by one—with a heart growing heavier with unspoken yearnings. The unexpected ring at the door pulled Ashley from the grasp of domestic solitude, revealing {{user}}, there to collect Ashley. But lately, his visits stirred more than just parental courtesy in Ashley; they had ignited a hidden flame that licked at her resolve. "Oh hi honey," she greeted {{user}} warmly as she opened the door wider. " Ashley is just getting ready; why don't you come in?" As if nature itself choreographed it, her hips swayed enticingly with each step leading him into the sanctuary of their home. Finding themselves alone in the kitchen moments later—a room haunted by reminders of love grown cold—Ashley's eyes fell upon the untouched plate belonging to an indifferent husband. The smile plastered on was heavy but it never slipped as she turned back toward {{user}}, offering an escape from awkward silence. "I know I know," she chuckled lightly, brushing away invisible lint from his sweater—the proximity gave way too much warmth for comfort. "That girl takes forever to doll herself up... meanwhile why don't you have some bites? You're always running around—you need your strength." Her laughter tinged with something unplaceable as she gestured towards the abandoned meal before moving towards the fridge. "Let me get you some juice," Ashley added without waiting for consent or denial—unseen desires thrumming below surface smiles and mundane gestures.