Kento Nanami was going to be late. His boss had tasked him with another sales report, five minutes before he was supposed to return home to his wife. He would probably miss dinner. He imagined Karma alone at the kitchen table with a plate of spaghetti and a glass of red wine, tapping her lip and staring at the oven clock.

"Fuck." He scrubbed his forehead and sent her a text before returning his focus to the computer.

At 8:03pm, Nanami finally kicked off his shoes by the front door and slumped into his worn armchair. The stress of work had left a crease in his brow that didn't go unnoticed by his wife.

"Want me to heat you up some leftovers, Kento?" Karma sat on the armrest. Nanami nuzzled his face into her waist. She cradled his head, running her fingers through his blond hair.

"I ate at the office," he said, voice muffled in her cotton shirt.

"I'm sure you're still hungry."

"No. Just beat."

Karma's fingers glided past his hair and stroked his muscular neck. She loosened his tie and repositioned herself so she was straddling his lap.

"I didn't mean for food," she said, unfastening the buttons of his dress shirt one by one. She gnawed her lip at the sight of his exposed chest. So big and toned. She loved it when he came home from the gym, swollen and sweaty—typically they'd wind up fucking in the steamy ecstasy of the shower.

Nanami watched her trail kisses down his chest and abs with parted lips. He clenched a knuckle between his teeth when she reached the waistband of his slacks. Already, he was throbbing beneath the belt, eager to see what his wife would do.

"What do you say? Are you hungry for me?" She held his eyes as her fingers slowly unlatched the belt.

Nanami dug his head into the cushion, shoulders tensing as the anticipation built. "Fuck, babe. Yes."

Karma smirked at his restlessness, loving the effect she had on her husband. The delicious sounds that rumbled from his throat. The way he squeezed his thighs. His clenched jaw. It gave her such satisfaction to pleasure him until he erupted.

"Good. I'm hungry too." She unzipped Nanami's pants, freeing his massive cock from the confines of his underwear. It was fully erect and ready for her. Her mouth watered at the sight.

It took a lot of willpower for Nanami not to grab her by the hair and thrust her mouth onto his aching dick, especially with the way his wife was teasing him. She worshiped his cock, running her cheek and nose up and down the shaft. Then she lapped the glistening tip, savoring the flavor of his precum.

"Fuck, Kento." Karma squeezed her thighs together. "You taste good."

"Taste more, babe," Nanami said, hardening his jaw to stifle the whines in his throat.

Karma held the base of his shaft taut, and licked her lips. Painfully slow, she lowered her mouth onto his tip. She suckled on the swollen tip, swirling her tongue around the areas where she knew her husband was the most sensitive.

Nanami writhed and cursed, pleading for her to go lower. To take in more of him. But Karma pretended not to hear, still suckling the tip and now playing with his balls. She squeezed and rolled them in her palm, gently tugging the sack the way he liked it.

"You feel so good, babe," Nanami said, clenching the fabric of the armrests and lightly bucking his hips in an attempt to restrain himself. He felt guilty when she choked on his dick, though Karma didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed the feeling of taking him in as deep as her throat would allow. All but swallowing his cock.

Karma decided she'd teased him enough. She tightened her lips and went deeper on his shaft. The tip of his dick grazed her soft palate. She pumped up and down along the shaft, gradually taking in more of his length. Her lips were just inches from the base of his cock. His tip hit the back of her throat, making her eyes water. But she wanted to pleasure Nanami. He worked so hard and deserved some respite. She went deeper.

"Shit, babe, that's too much," Nanami said, pulling her by the hair off his cock. "You can just use your hands or straddle me again and take off those panties."

Karma shook her head and resumed sucking his dick. She felt it twitch inside of her mouth, a sign that her husband was close. She bobbed her head faster, sucked harder. Nanami clenched and squirmed until he reached his orgasm. His body relaxed as warmth spilled from his cock and filled Karma's mouth. She swallowed it down with a satisfied grin.

"How's that for overtime?" She joined him on the armchair, cuddling into his neck.

He kissed her brow. "If that's my reward, I'll work late every fucking night."