Delicate support

The next day, the sun begins to filter through the curtains, spreading a soft light throughout the room as I wake up.

The comfort of the sheets and the warmth of Bia's body next to me make me feel instantly comfortable and happy, but it was almost time to leave, I slid out of bed to go get a coffee, without disturbing Bia's sleep.

As I'm making coffee, soaking in the comforting aromas of the morning, I hear soft footsteps approaching the kitchen.

I turn and see Bia walking in, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Good morning, sweetheart...", she greets, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Her sweet perfume fills the room, making the moment even more pleasant.

“Hi… you’re up early, my love, sit down, I just made some coffee.”, I say, happy to see my beloved awake.

Bia sits at the table with her already familiar naughty smile, she is only wearing her pajama shorts and the bra that she will spend the day with.

I watch her soft features illuminated by the morning light as she teases me with her playful mood.

"What's up, baby? Did you like the day I prepared for you yesterday?" His voice is soft and playful, and his eyes sparkle with a mixture of mischief and affection.

“The night was amazing my love, you really know how to move me”, I whisper, my heart warmed by the memory.

Bia laughs, amused by my answer.

"Just at night? And your special day at work, in? Hahaha...", she says, teasing me. With a shy smile, I admit: "Okay... What happened before was also... Interesting..." Bia lets out a mischievous giggle, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Ah, how naughty you are, so you like wearing panties, huh?", she says with a tone of amusement.

I swallow hard, even in jest it seems like a strange thing to hear.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say I liked it..." I begin, struggling to find the right words.

She interrupts me with a mischievous smile on her lips. "Hmm, I know... But you can't deny it was exciting, can you?"

I feel trapped by Bia's insight, but also a strange sense of liberation in admitting the truth.

"Well... maybe a little, I guess," I admit, letting out a nervous chuckle. Bia lets out a laugh, seeming satisfied with my confession.

“Yeah, right?! Those wet panties don't fool me! Hahaha... who knew that my tough little husband has a more... delicate side.

" Once again I feel exposed to Bia's joke. I never saw myself as tough, but I also didn't expect to be labeled as delicate for wearing simple underwear.

While I try to process her words, Bia enthusiastically suggests: "How about we take it a step further today? After all, you enjoyed yesterday's challenge so much, right? So, today it won't just be about panties, you'll wear a little bra too!"

"What? No!", I respond in surprise, shaking my head in denial.

Bia lets out a malicious laugh, looking even more determined.

"Ah, yes! Hahaha...", she insists, her voice full of enthusiasm.

"Bra? No, Bia, that's crazy!", I exclaim, trying to argue against her proposal.

Bia just laughs, amused by my ****. "Ah, don't be so dramatic, love. It'll be fun, I promise!", she says, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.