"What? I am not your MAID!!"

You freeze and go tense immediatly. Dave notices and turns red with shame, but it's too late.

"Are you telling me...?", you say, icily: "Are you telling me that you have fantasies about fucking the housemaid?!"

"No! No, darling, don't..."

"Shut up, Dave! I think it's pretty obvious what just happened. We have a sexy, young maid working in our house, and your stupid brain immediatly started to fantasize about her, and now you want me to dress like her, so that you can fuck me, thinking of her?! Dave, I am shocked. I am more than shocked. I am literally disgusted."

Your husband looks at you, silent. You can see how his shame turns to pain. Finally he gets up and leaves the room. You don't see him anymore, but you are too exhausted and tired anyway. "Probably joining the maid right now, that bastard", you mumble, but you can't really believe that. You realize that you probably overreacted and turned something harmless into a needless fight. And the reason why you reacted so emotionally were your own dreams, your own fantasies about being a maid. You were ashamed of yourself, and threw that irritation at your husband.

You fall asleep, feeling guilty.