Pink Ready — A Wife’s Touch (Part 3)
Added 2025-04-01 04:20:53 +0000 UTCThe kitchen sparkled in soft daylight, bathed in the Witch’s hue—that warm, dizzying pink that made everything feel like a dream you’d never want to leave.
She stood at the counter, apron tied neatly at her waist, the bow swaying behind her hips as she leaned forward just slightly, humming some forgotten tune. Or maybe not forgotten at all. Maybe it was planted there.
The air was sweet with vanilla and soft detergent. The sink was full of warm water. Her fingers had just finished wiping down the counter. She wasn’t sure why, really. Nothing was dirty.
But it felt right.
It felt good.
Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder in perfect waves, strands catching the light like golden ribbons. Her top clung sweetly to her chest, the lace at the edges teasing softness she no longer questioned. Her panties—pink and silky, decorated in hearts—peeked out from beneath the flirty flare of her apron as she moved without thinking, without resistance.
She paused.
Looked down.
And smiled.
She touched her cheek, tilted her head to one side. A tiny giggle slipped out.
The room felt like it loved her back.
She swayed a little on her toes. She wasn’t nervous. No.
She was just…
ready.
And then—
Click.
The front door opened.
Her breath hitched.
She straightened immediately, a hand going to her lips, the other smoothing her apron. Her cheeks bloomed with warmth. Her eyes widened, then sparkled.
He was home.
Her husband.
And without thinking—without needing to think—she whispered,
“Welcome home, baby~”
And everything inside her sparkled.
