Home! Dave waits!

Dave sits in the living room, reading a newspaper. He smiles as he sees you and drops the paper. Next to him, there is a tray with a pot, a steaming cup, milk and sugar. There is no doubt that the housemaid just brought that. It really feels like being the Lady of a Scottish manor in the 19th century.

You sit down, take the cup, sip a bit of tea, and start with small talk. The fragrance 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.

"Baby, I've been thinking about us the whole day", Dave suddenly says.

"About us?"

"You know what I mean. Last night...?" His eyes are gleaming with desire. A warm sensation is rushing through your body.

"Me too", you confess. "I had... daydreams in the office about us."

He grins. You can't suppress a smile. A seductive smile. Then you bury your face in the tea cup, before Dave realizes how much you are turned on just by looking at his face. Isn't it amazing to have a husband like this? A clean and tidy house. A loving husband. A dutiful maid. Life can be so perfect.

Suddenly Dave stands right next to you. "Let's fuck!", he says, his face flushed with lust and desire.

"Dave!", you exclaim and blush. Since when does your husband talk so... so... dirty. You feel your stomach flutter. Dirty is good. Dirty is sexy. You close your eyes, smile and whisper: "Tell me more!"

"I want to fuck you!", he say, hoarsly. "You are my wife, and I will take what's mine! I will ravage you and fuck you until you scream with lust!"

You moan, your eyes still closed. Then you open them, look up to him, flash him another devious smile and say: "On my husband's command! I will serve my strong and powerful man!"

You stand up, and, as if by accident, let one of your hands run over the front of his pants. Your fingertips can sense a full and hard erection beneath the fabric and you smile at Dave again, knowingly: "Mmmmmh, I like what I feel there!"

Dave grabs your wrist and walks to the stairs up to the bedroom. For a brief moment, you are wondering why you are behaving like this. You didn't used to be so lusting for sex? None of you did. How come that suddenly...? You lick your lips. The full fragrance of the wonderful tea still lingers on them. What a perfect life, indeed. No worries. No fears.

Dave pulls you up the stairs in wild, voracious haste. He is so manly. How you long to let him fuck you!