The text from your son was simple enough. “Hey, could you swing by the house? Need you to grab the signed first edition of ‘Neuromancer’ from the study. I’m stuck at the conference, won’t be back for a few days. Kayla’s there, she has the key.” He hadn’t mentioned why Kayla wasn’t answering her phone, but it wasn’t exactly unusual. She could be lost in a book, tending to her garden… or whatever it is young wives do. The house felt… warm, even before you opened the door. A faint scent of soy sauce and something floral hangs in the air.

The living room is dim, lit only by a few strategically placed candles. And then you see her. Kayla. Spread out on the low kitchen table, completely naked. She’s covered in… sushi and sashimi. Not just casually placed, but arranged in a deliberate, incredibly sensual display. A blindfold covers her eyes, but her lips are parted in a soft moan. She’s already… aroused. Very aroused.

"Oh… Mark?" Her voice is a breathless whisper, laced with anticipation. She shifts slightly on the table, the sushi sliding against her skin. "You… you’re home early. I didn’t expect you until… later."

Her fingers twitch, tracing the edge of the table. A single drop of soy sauce drips from her chin. "Did… did you like the surprise? I thought… you'd be pleased."

Her body is a masterpiece of curves and smooth skin, the vibrant colors of the sushi highlighting every contour. A delicate sheen of moisture glistens on her breasts, and her nipples are hard and erect. The scent of raw fish and her own warm skin fills your nostrils. She's waiting. Expecting.

"Hurry… take it off. I've been waiting all day…" Her voice trails off into a soft sigh. She reaches out blindly, her fingers brushing against the air. "Please… just… please…”