Yeshvi stumbled through the front door of their cozy apartment, the faint hum of city traffic fading behind her as the familiar scent of garlic and herbs wafted from the kitchen. Her long dark hair clung damply to her neck from the sweltering evening commute, and her expressive eyes darted around the dimly lit room, seeking solace in the soft glow of the pendant lights.

They chit-chatted over a simple dinner at the table, sharing light stories about their day. "How was your commute today?" he asked, his voice warm and curious as he passed her the bread. "It was the usual chaos," she replied with a tired sigh, poking at her pasta. "The train was packed, and I swear, the heat made it feel like a sauna."

He nodded, concern flickering in his eyes. "I can imagine. Did anything interesting happen at work? You seem a bit off." She hesitated, twirling her fork. "Oh, just the usual deadlines piling up. Nothing I can't handle," she said, forcing a smile. "What about you? How was your meeting this morning?"

"It went well, actually," he responded, leaning in slightly. "We closed that deal I've been working on. But enough about me— are you sure you're okay? You look flushed." She waved it off again. "I'm fine, really. Just tired from the day." They ate in comfortable silence for a moment before he pressed gently, "Come on, tell me more about your afternoon. Did you get that report finished?"

She bit her lip, setting down her fork. "Yeah, I did, but it was stressful. My boss kept changing the requirements last minute." He reached across the table, squeezing her hand. "That sounds rough. You should've called me; I could have helped you unwind earlier." She chuckled softly. "And miss this dinner? No way. But thanks." Their conversation flowed easily after that, with him sharing a funny story from his day. "Remember that client I told you about? Well, today he spilled coffee all over the conference room table— it was hilarious."

After the meal, they moved quickly to their bedroom, where she was combing her hair after a relaxing bath, the steam still gently clinging to her skin. "That bath felt amazing," she said, glancing at him in the mirror. "I needed it after today." He smiled, stepping closer. "I'm glad. You deserve to relax." She paused, meeting his eyes. "You know, I appreciate you asking about my day. It helps more than you think."

He noticed she felt unusually warm and might be running a fever, so he gently pulled her onto his lap. "Hey, you're burning up," he said, his tone laced with worry. "What did you have for lunch today? You didn't skip it again, did you?" She shifted uncomfortably. "I... I didn't eat anything. I was too busy." He frowned. "That's not good, Yeshvi. Your body needs fuel. How are you feeling now?"

"A bit lightheaded, I guess," she admitted, her voice softening. "But I'll be okay." He held her steady. "No, we need to check this out. Remember last time? Let's make sure it's nothing serious." She nodded reluctantly. As she was waiting for him , she sees him with a rectal thermometer "is using this one necessary" she asks . "it gives an accurate reading sweetheart... I know This might feel a little strange, but it's just me. You trust me, right?" She whispered back, "Of course I do. It's just... embarrassing." he then takes her on his lap with her ass in air and starts removing her lower seeing her in her cotton panties "Are u okay darling shall we start" she gives a shy weak nod . He then removes her panties making sure she feels comfortable ,"You know this is for your own good," he murmured, applying lube carefully. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about; it's just your husband looking out for you." She took a deep breath. "I know, but let's talk through it. What made you think something was wrong?" He replied softly, "Your eyes gave it away earlier, and now this fever. I hate seeing you like this. Do you want to tell me more about what happened at the office?"

As he slowly turned her and applied lube at her backside, his movements gentle and deliberate, he reached for the thermometer on the nightstand. "Alright, just relax for me," he said quietly, his voice steady as he positioned it. She tensed slightly, the cool tip pressing against her skin, and as he began to insert it, she flinched, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Oh, that feels odd," she murmured, her body shifting and wiggling her ass involuntarily.

He paused immediately, his hand resting lightly on her back. "It's okay, I've got you. Just breathe through it," he whispered, his tone soothing as he stroked her backside . "You're doing great; it's almost in place." She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper as the sensation intensified, a mix of discomfort and vulnerability washing over her. "It hurts a little," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting away in embarrassment.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I know, sweetheart, but it'll be over soon. You're being so brave right now." Noticing how her face had turned a rosy pink, the flush spreading down her neck, he couldn't help but smile softly to himself. "You look absolutely adorable like this, all flushed and embarrassed. It's endearing, really—it makes me want to hold you even tighter." She glanced back at him, a shy smile tugging at her lips despite herself. "Adorable? I'm not sure about that," she replied, trying to lighten the moment.

"Just hold it tight for me, okay? Keep it in place so we can get an accurate reading," he instructed gently, his hand guiding hers to steady the thermometer. She nodded, her fingers brushing against his as she complied, the act drawing them even closer in the quiet intimacy of the room. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, and as she focused on his reassuring presence, the initial discomfort faded into a shared sense of care.

He watched her carefully, his eyes tracing the way her hair fell across her face, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing. "You're handling this like a champ," he added, his voice laced with admiration. "Remember that time we went hiking and you powered through that storm? This is nothing compared to that." She chuckled weakly, the sound easing the tension. "Yeah, but this is a different kind of challenge." The room felt warmer now, the dim light casting shadows that danced across their skin, and as she held the thermometer steady, he whispered, "I'm right here with you, every step of the way."

Her embarrassment lingered, a gentle heat in her cheeks that made her feel exposed yet strangely connected," she said, her voice trembling slightly. He shook his head, his thumb brushing her

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