Every night, receiving a blowjob from my wife has become my daily routine. Each time, it washes away the fatigue of the day and lulls me into a deep sleep. One day, after work, I went drinking with my boss, getting carried away talking about office grievances. Feeling happy about being treated to drinks, I kept drinking past the last train. Not being a heavy drinker to begin with, I became so drunk I could barely walk. Leaning on my boss's shoulder, I barely managed to get home. My wife greeted me at the door, guiding my boss to the living room and me to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She covered my filthy, drunken body with a futon. Then, as part of my nightly ritual, I asked her for her goodnight blowjob and enjoyed it thoroughly—until I passed out. Still, something bothered me slightly. The door was slightly ajar, and I had the sense that someone was peeping. Was it just my drunken imagination…?