Lisa enters in basement

"Honey, I will be soon", I said, entering our basement. Phill was a cute guy, caring and funny, maybe a little bubble-headed, but I love it, as well as anything else about him. I love his brown curly hair, skinny figure, big blue innocent eyes, I love his blush every time I mention something sexual, or how he can gently and slowly turn me on, edge me near orgasm for a hour and then let me use him as a personal dildo to cum. I know he loves me too. While I work, he can clean everything, cook a amazing meal, and then wait me, looking another video about ancient language. Oh, he loves to translate and write texts in dead languages, this is weird, but cute hobby for me. We have no problem with money because of my job and investing, so he is staying unemployed, and I can afford a lot of unpaid rest days.

I am now in basement, where my project, The Brewstand, is staying motionless. I told my husband that all my secret work projects (which is technically not a lie) were here, and he forbidden to go here for his own safety. He accepted this without resistance, aware that my job allow us to live easily and comfortably, so he respected it and not entered even once. Sadly, this means there is a lot of dust, but I will clean this away. This isn't important. The Brewstand is important. And I want to do some lewd potion today using it