Doorbell

Suddenly, Katya hears the doorbell. Her first guess was that Harold was back. Maybe he could join them for a swim at Arthur's. Wait a minute.... Harold has a key. It's his house for gods sake, why would he ring the doorbell.

Katya checks the time. It is half past two. Could be anyone.

Katya climbs down the stairs and in doing so, she picks up the towel that was lying nonchalantly on the rail and wraps it around her naked but now dry body. The door bell rings for a second time.

"I'm coming!" she shouts nearly at the door.

She would have definitely looked through the peephole if they had one but they didn't, though Katya told Harold several times that it would really have made her safer, what if she would open the door and some **** would jump on her and **** her, she remembers asking her husband. His answer was quite surprising though:

"Well, I guess you would both have a good time. You do like rough sex don't you?" That was a rare moment when her husband would drop a sex joke in the middle of a conversation. They both laughed it out at the time but now... Katya had double feelings... On the one hand, he was right, she would first resist a little but then she would just let the guy fuck her brains out, afterall the only worse case scenario would he be a **** and a killer, on the other hand however, she did feel a little scared of them being robbed now of all moments.

"Don't worry, babe. We'll get a door cam. My queen shall be safe in her palace!"

That was two years ago. Since then, so much happened that they all forgot about the door cam. Afterall their friends usually came home with them or would call at them before coming over.

Anyway she has to open the door. There is no other option and she is already at the door.