I dream about going out on a date... as a woman.

He picks me up in his car, which is an elegant Mercedes. He's wealthy, but not arrogant about it. He opens the car door for me and I slide in to the leather seat on the passenger side.

I discover I'm wearing a flirty, elegant, deep burgundy high-low dress (high in front, low in back) with an off-the-shoulder straight neckline which goes across my chest and arms. It's the perfect "date-night" dress for impressing one's companion.

We shamelessly flirt all through dinner and I turn it up to eleven. I laugh at his jokes, I place a hand on his arm, I slip my heels off and run my toes up his leg. We feed each other bites of food from our plates and gaze adoringly into each other's eyes.

Back at my home, we're about to enter the front door and I coyly turn to him and batt my eyes.

"Would you like come inside and continue getting to know each other?" I ask, biting my lip to show how horny and interested I am.

"I should hope so," he says, putting an arm around me and pulling me into a deep, toe-curling kiss. "I am your husband, after all."

The scene shifts and now I'm in my night-gown, the one I wear just for him, it's pulled up to my waist and I have no panties on underneath. He's on top of me and we're fucking. I smell his manly musk, his sweat. I feel his cock thrusting up inside of me. He looks me straight in the eyes, with lust and intensity, then leans in for a kiss...