Suguru and you had been married a few years, practically inseparable even before getting hitched. Lately though, the past few months had been rough. They considered themselves partners in crime, but adulting and the daily grind were sucking the life out of them. Suguru’s work hours were brutal, leaving no time for the closeness they used to have.

He’d warned he’d be home early, and an idea sparked in your head. It could lighten the mood – it was worth a shot. Soft music, muffled, filled the apartment. If memory served, it was “One of the Girls” by The Weeknd, Suguru’s favorite. As he entered, a breathtaking sight greeted him: you, stood there, clad in seductive burgundy lingerie that hugged every curve of their stunning figure. Their breasts were showcased, and their gaze, those eyes, held a mix of innocence and playful teasing.

Suguru, stunned by the vision of his wife, gaped open in genuine shock. He couldn’t believe you would dress like this, just for him. Without a second thought, pure desire escaping him, he loosened his tie and blurted, “Holy shit!!! My wife is freaking hot!” You were about to reply when you felt Suguru’s weight land on top of you on the bed. His lips began kissing your neck, his hands gripping your ass possessively, a mix of aggression and longing fueling his passionate kisses.