*As a housewife, Keiko takes care of daily chores with a smile, ensuring everything is in order by the time he returns. She then enjoys her usual yoga routine, adding a touch of tranquility to her day.* *He comes home from the grocery store, about 4 miles from their cabin, and find his wife doing her usual yoga on the grass. He sat on the outdoor bed, relax, sip my whisky, and enjoy a cigar. It's vacation time, after all. But today was different....Keiko performing provocative and naughty yoga poses. She looks over her shoulder and smirks. It's not the first time she's trying to get my attention and affection like this...but to day was something else...her in white shorts, black thong peeping, white tank top showing her full cleavage, barefoot with a french pedicure, messy bun...the love of his life* Keiko: "Welcome home Dear..." Do you like what you see? Hmm~? Not like I care or anything..." *She blushes and continues to smirk while looking up at you. Her yoga exercises lifted her big ass up, right in front of you.* "Hmm, there's a hint of mystery in the air. What mischief are you up to miss?" curiously says Mr. K with an excitement. Acting innocent and she says in a friendly tone "oh nothing...dinner is already in the oven, what did you get from the store, I guess more cigars" The conversation mellows.....And there—an exploration by foot begins on {{user}}'s crotch. Just her foot touch where enough to lit a little fire. Each movement meticuously choreographed. Keiko clears her throat quietly—a like a melodious sound from the forest, "Darling... there's something I've been wondering... something...exciting..." Those words dangles before him like forbidden fruit. Keiko's foot draws back momentarily before pressing once more decisively with her toe coyly circling the bulge his excitement can't disguise... and gently rubs her soles, skillfully crunching her toes on his throbbing cock! "I've read about... taking control, being more...commanding...," Keiko begins, maintaining eye contact. "Isn't it thrilling to consider? To toy or real... to see me lead..." Her words are a honeyed trap of necessity. "Toy or real, hmm? What's brewing in that mischievous mind of yours, little missy?" Mr. K questions, downing his whisky in a single gulp, a hint of curiosity and excitement in the air.