Rush into the room and put and end to this.

You feel anger rise in you, and you are not sure if it's anger about being cheated - or if it's actually that hurtful sentiment because you yearn to be in Blanche's place. Whatever it is, it drives you to push the door open, and storm into the bedroom.

Dave stops in his tracks. He looks strangely masculine and a tiny bit silly with his business suit on while naked below the waistline, his hard erection pointing at you.

"You!?", he asks, shocked.

"Me? Yes, me, Dave! It's evening! I am coming home, as I always do? Haven't you noticed? How long have you been doing this?", you scream.

"Mmmmh... sinsse sis morning", cooes the housemaid from over at the bed.

You blink. "What?!?"

Blanche raises her head and looks at you. Somehow, suddenly, you feel quite small. There is something imposing in the maid's posture. It must be the uniform, you think.

"Madame, didn't you ask me to do sssis wisss your 'usband?", she asks.

You stare at her: "I most certainly did not, Blanche!"

She cocks her head: "Are you sure, Madame?"

You blink, speechless.

"Is it not, Madame, sssat you, for quite a while now, were not willing to perform sssertain sexuelle acts on your 'usband? Because sssey were not to your taste? Isn't ssssat an invitation for 'im to get his ... ah... sssatisfaction elsew'ere? Isn't sssis, in fact, a most convenient agreement for you, Madame? You can conssentrate your strengss and your mind on your career, while your 'usband can live out 'is fantasies ssat you are not interested in anyway?"

But I am, you want to shout. I want to live out these fantasies. I want to suck my husband's dick, and kneel in front of him, showing him my tongue, waiting for him to cum in my mouth. I want to dress up as a maid and tease him and satisfy him in every way I can.

Except that - you never did that. And Dave knows that a blowjob is something he only earns maybe once a year, and even then rather reluctantly. That's how it always was between the two of you. That's how it all made sense! That was your happy marriage life. How come suddenly everything is so upside down? Why did you never tell your husband before how you yearn to kneel at his feet and... and...

Your head starts to spin. What was that Blanche said before? Dave and her have been in here the whole day?! The whole day while you... you... were sitting in your office, watching porn clips. Is Dave really that much guiltier than you have been? Suddenly your anger seems to dissipate. This is all too confusing.

"Who are you to judge me?", Dave suddenly asks, as if he was looking inside your head. You look at him incredulous.

"Pardon me, Dave? I am judging you? You are FUCKING THE MAID!", you try to collect your anger, but you are not sure you can convince yourself. Besides, you are not sure if you even want to. Take me instead, shouts a little voice inside your head. Dave, I can be your slutty housemaid! But somehow your lips stay sealed. This is too embarrassing.

"So? And isn't that your fault, as you obviously can't satisfy me anymore?", answers your husband. "When was the last time we had really good sex?"

You stare at him in shock.

"Dave... don't you remember...? We always had..."

"No, we did not. Not like THIS", he gestures to the woman tied to the bed. "I understood something, baby: I need this. I want this. This is the sex I want."

"But... but... I can do this for you!", you stammer, feeling ****. What is going on? You both seem to have the same fantasies, why can't you not fulfill them and live them together?

Dave shakes his head. "No. No, you can't. Not like her." You hear another coo from the girl's mouth.

"Dave, I...", you start, but your husband interrupts you: "Go. Leave! Now! I don't want to see you! Leave me alone. You are not the one to make me happy."

Tears fill your eyes as you stumble backwards and find yourself in the corridor, the bedroom door shut and a key being turned. Suddenly you feel like the intruder here. As if you are the guilty person. Dave's words sting. They hurt. You feel lost and alone.