You hurry upstairs and go to bed.

You decide to call it a day, mostly because you simply don't trust yourself, not lapsing back into that weird behaviour of sex dreams. The party is at this stage where most people are drunk anyway, and several groups have formed in various rooms or outside of the house, so nobody will actually miss you. Some might wonder where you are, but probably end up thinking that you are ... somewhere.

You undress and crawl into the bed, your head still spinning with questions. Maybe you should go see a shrink or a therapist or somebody of that sort. This isn't normal, isn't it? Or... maybe it is, and you just were kind of prudish before, and having a housemaid finally allows you to relax and dream and phantasize like any other person? There are women who behave like you do, right?

No. No, even having sexual phantasies and living them with your husband should NOT involve dreaming about acting a bimbo slut at your own party, being fondled by your guests and friends. And dreaming of yourself as the new wife, of all things!

You slowly drift away into sleep. And while your body relaxes, you suddenly start to wonder how a proper trophy wife and bimbo would react to an offer like the one you dreamed about earlier. Would she be allowed to fool around? Sucking off her husband's friends? Maybe that's even what her husband would expect her to do, to please his guests? You could totally do that, no? Tease your husband's friends and colleagues with your big, big boobs and kneel down in front of them, open their zippers, looking up, smiling, confidently and telling them that they can expect the best blowjob they ever dreamed of. Oh, how they would all be jealous of Dave for having such an incredible sex slut as a wife, always needy, always eager, always hungry for lust and sex...

You moan in your dreams as you orgasm to your sexual phantasies. Twice.