Back home, to Bianca

You get back in your hooptie and start the car, pulling away from the neon-lit establishment. As much as it bothers you, you, need to get home. The prospect of fucking Samantha at the gathering is almost too much to bear.

You pull back in the driveway of your huge mansion. As you get out of the car, you notice the stark contrast of your beatermobile to the luxurious opulence of your house. You think to yourself that you're going to have to fix this, sooner rather than later.

You walk up to the front double doors and slide in your key, opening the heavy wooden doors. As you walk inside, close the door, and your eyes adjust to the ambient light, the first thing that graces your eyes is the olive skinned beauty that you married.

"John." Bianca says with her hands folded in her lap. She's dressed in a simple shirt that accentuates her curves and breasts, along with a pair of sweats. Before you can say another word, she continues, "I'm sorry. Really. I was.. I.." Bianca starts crying.

You approach her, and place a finger over her lips. Tears steak down her perfect face. "It's okay." You say. She shakes her head and sobs, "No, it's not. I was trying to anticipate and fulfill your desires." Bianca looks up to you. "Many men loved having me take care of their morning wood, or to prepare the traditional bedtime routine."

You raise an eyebrow, "Bedtime routine?" "Yes. I would prepare and wet your toothbrush, along with some sleeping pills if you desired. I would draw your bath for you to soak. I would also be happy to prepare the toilet in case you need to urinate."

"Wow..." You say. "Please... Don't leave me."Bianca replies. "Leave you? No way. There's no way I would think of leaving such a smoking hot woman like you who genuinely wanted to serve my every need."

"Regarding the bedtime routine, I would like to try some of that sometime. But not now." Bianca nods. "Right now, I want you to know it's okay. Don't be sad. I can tell you were just trying to look after me." Bianca nods furiously. You smile and cup Bianca's face in your hands. "We just got married after all. You still need to learn how best to take care of me, and what I want so you can really fulfill your desire of anticipating my need."

You lean forward and give Bianca a small kiss on the lips, which she returns, sans tongue. 'I love you." You move yourself back to listen to her reply. "I love you too. And I would like that." Bianca replies with a genuine smile.

"Then first thing is first...." You start.....