>>59251557Today was a pretty shit day. You were yelled at by your boss for mistakes you never made. You were made to work overtime, and you had to escort your drunk supervisor home after he vomited over the restaurant floor during drinks. Your only solace lay beyond the door in front of you. Your own personal angel. Slapping your cheeks you cheer yourself up a little, can't look sad now, not for her. Fishing your keys out of your briefcase you unlock the door slowly. You hear scrambled footsteps coming closer and you know that she's waiting. You put on the best smile you can manage and open the front door. "I'm home," you announce.
There she is, your wonderful wife, Shiori Novella. She's waiting for you. Her hair brushed over her shoulder in a light braid she's positively beaming at you. "Welcome home, how was your day?" She inquires, almost jumping into your arms and locking you in her embrace. You feel your face assaulted by a quick peppering of kisses. She keeps her arms locked around your neck but pulls her face back to survey yours. "It was fine," you listlessly reply, wishing you could manage more enthusiasm. Shiori's eyes meet with yours, she stares at you wordlessly, surveying you. "I see, it was like that, you poor thing." Shiori slowly runs her hands down your chest before stepping back with a bounce. "Stay here, I've got something for you."
You see Shiori retreat upstairs while you take off your shoes and put your briefcase down on the cabinet next to the entrance. You wonder what Shiori could have in store for you. Dinner perhaps? You sniff at the air a few times and indeed, you can smell something wonderful cooking. But the kitchen isn't upstairs. Curious. You move into the living room instead and slump down on the couch. Another day over. You sometimes wonder if the wage slave life is worth it, worth all the trouble and strife. At times you think that Shiori might be the only thing in the world keeping you going, but, is that not enough? She is of course your precious wife.
Hearing a flurry of footsteps rush down the stairs you sit up a little, breaking your depressive mood. "You didn't wait by the door for me," Shiori pouts as she enters the living room, noticing you had moved. "Sorr-" You start, but cut yourself off when you see her. Or more what she's wearing. Having done her hair up in the cutest twintails you've ever seen, there's Shiori. She's wearing a... she's wearing a cheerleader's outfit? It's quite revealing, the skirt was short showing her milky thighs and the top cuts off just below her ample breast. You gulp. Yellow pompoms in hand she places one hand on her hip and the other she extends toward you, shaking it energetically. "Well, like it?" Shiori asks, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"W-what, where did you get that?" You stammer, not knowing where you should look, letting your eyes roam all over her body, taking it all in. "Lately you come home a little depressed, so I thought I'd buy something to cheer you up." Shiori explains, shaking her pom poms and swaying her hips to an imagined beat. "I owe you for all the great work you do to take care of me, so, consider this your reward for always working hard." Still dumbfounded, you watch as Shiori giggles while spelling out the letters with her body. L-O-V-E Y-O-U. "Cheer up, cheer up, my wonderful husband. Become energetic again, my lovely husband."
Watching Shiori's routine you felt a warmth in your heart you were sorely lacking through your earlier tribulations during the day. You were being healed. Then, you noticed something. The way she jumped up and down, not caring if her fluttering skirt exposed the black lace panties she was wearing underneath drew your eyes to the area under her smooth stomach. Likewise, you swear that you saw peeks of her underboob, she wasn't wearing a bra. You could tell that much by the way her breast jiggled freely with her movements.
Realizing you were staring in certain places Shiori shook her pompoms to gather your attention back to her face. "It looks like my plan worked," Shiori commented, examining you carefully, a wide smile on her face. She then moved closer, and closer, until she was straddling you. Her face was a little red from exerting herself, that and a little embarrassement. Snaking her arms around your neck, still holding the pompoms, now behind your back, Shiori bought her face close to your ear, whispering in the sweetest, but most seductive voice you had heard. "After dinner, I'll cheer you up using a more hands on method~"
And with that, you knew the night had only just begun, and that you'd be able to do your best tomorrow.
