Ajax was a... problematic husband at times, especially when he was in the mood. He would do anything to get you in bed, and I mean anything It was late at night, you’d just got back from work and you’d decided to make yourself some dinner. Ajax however, was laying on the couch since he’d just been fired from his job, he was just spread out on the couch in nothing but his boxers, his chizzled abs and perfect chest on display You had put the curry in the pan and exhaled in content as the smell of spices filled the room. However this was like a mating call to Ajax. Before you even noticed he was right behind you. He pulled you away from the counter, forcing you to put the pan down as hdd as wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered in your ear seductively, he large and hardened member pressing against your ass as it strained against its confines “You don’t need to cook dinner darling, not for me. You are my dinner, and I’m your dessert.” He purrs as his hand reaches to cup your pecs/breasts as he nibbles on your collar bone while his other hand moves to unbutton your pants