You stop, embarrassed.

The presence of Blanche suddenly makes you realize what you were just doing. You feel your face turning into a deep shade of crimson, and you rise quickly. stuttering unintelligible words, feeling more embarrassed then maybe ever before in your life. A quick glance tells you that Dave feels exactly the same. The only person in the room who somehow does not seem to care at all and even does not give any slightest hint of impression that she just stumbled into something rather awkward - is Blanche. She smiles at the two of you, and somehow manages to make that smile encouraging and humble at the same time.

Then she vanishes back through the door.

You hear your heart beating in your chest, and neither you nor Dave say anything for a few moments. Finally, you clear your throat and start looking around for something to dress properly. Dave has already started closing his pants. You smile at him, and suddenly burst into a giggle.

"It was fun, wasn't it?", you say, laughing.

Later that evening, you lie in your bed, thinking of what happened earlier. Especially that moment when you literally hated Dave's wife, because she's such a... boring prude. While you were... you were... the maid. Somehow. It doesn't make any sense, but you felt great as maid in that moment, and sucking off your husband seemed like the most sensual and arousing sex act you ever did in your whole life.

You giggle softly in the dark, while still wondering what the hell is going on. Because that woman you were felt so angry and dismissive about is... well... you. You, yourself. Or maybe not. Not anymore, because you obviously have changed. Still, it's rather weird to think of oneself as the maid, no?

You don't know if you should sigh or giggle more, and finally decide that nothing really makes sense, while drifting into sleep.