Have some tea.

Thoughtful, you sip the tea, which tastes excellent, although you do not recognize the flavour. The maid must have been shopping, and she seems absolutely spot on to shop for ingredients and dishes both you and Dave like. You wonder how long it took to train a young girl to such a high standard of perfection. She must be trained excellently to know your wishes from just looking at you, to foresee your demands and to anticipate all your moods.

You close your eyes and feel how you can finally relax. It feels good to be at home, away from the anxieties of the day. Warmth spreads through your body and you sigh with relief. It _was _a stressful day, wasn't it? Although you don't exactly recall what was so stressful about it. It was... well, stress, obviously.

You close your eyes again and smile. Isn't this lovely? A clean and tidy house. A loving husband. A dutiful maid. Life can be so perfect. You look at the clock again. Let's hope, Dave comes home soon.

You need to fuck.

Heat rushes through your body and into your head. What was that? That's not how you normally feel. Like, about love making in general. You are not... dominated by your carnal instincts. Dave sometimes is, but not you. How come your feel so horny lately? Is that... some kind of Late-Twentie-Hormones or something? Is there such a thing? In any case, you really, really need to...

Fuck. Him. You want to fuck him. Naturally. You put the teacup down, and your fingers slide between your legs. Oh, my, aren't we naughty today, you think and giggle. Your fingers start playing with your nether lips and you feel the moisture spreading. A smile creeps on your face. Mmmmh.

You are really, really ready to be fucked, by... by... well, anybody, basically. Doesn't matter. If anybody would ring the bell now, you could easily jump on him.

As long as he can handle a sex hungry bitch in heat like you...