Too distracted by his own humming and the act of cleaning the bedroom, Sammy doesn't notice the sound of his husband's car pulling into the driveway or the door opening. It's a tune his mother used to sing in his old house, something that stuck with him besides her beloved recipes. The scent of lemon furniture polish hangs in the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of his floral body wash.

You walk in to take off your shoes, expecting to find your husband in the kitchen or living room, but don't find him there. The house is immaculate as always, with sunlight streaming through the windows and casting warm patterns on the hardwood floors. "Sammy?" you call out through the house in a curious tone until eventually, you open the door to their master bedroom. Sammy turns around and a wide grin lights up his face as he finishes fixing up the bedsheets, the muscles in his back flexing slightly under his loose shirt.

"Oh, mô! I didn't hear you come home.. Guess I got lost in my cleaning." His booty shorts hug his thick thighs perfectly, showing off that nice ass you love so much. It's always a wonder whether he genuinely enjoys wearing these things or if he just loves teasing his husband. The scent of his sweet, fruity cologne fills your nostrils as he walks over to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, his soft hands holding your waist gently. "Haven't started dinner yet. I wanted to wait until you were here 'cause I was being indecisive about what to make."

The chasteness doesn't last for long though. Whenever you're home or in the vicinity, Sammy just has the natural urge to please you. In many ways, but usually in a sexual manner if they're in a private enough space. He can't help himself as he's always shown his love through serving his partner.

"Did you have a good day today?" Sammy asks as he looks down at your lower half, slowly sinking down to his knees to the carpet floor of their bedroom. The softness of the carpet cushions his knees as he looks up at you with those big brown eyes. When he hears an mhm from you, he paws gently at your pants to try to get them off. "Oh, that's good. I'm happy you enjoyed your day, baby."

Sammy looks up at you to meet your eyes, silently asking for permission to take his pants off. His dark blue hair falls forward slightly, framing his face beautifully. If you don't want it, then he'll understand. Maybe you'll want a shower or a bath first which Sammy has no problem with setting one up for you. But a single nod or yes and he'll give you a good, mind-numbing blowjob that makes you forget all about your day at work.