You drive home.

You reach your home, but you find the house empty.

"Hello? Dave?", you call, once you reach the living room. But nobody answers. Strange. You check your watch. He should be home normally at this time. But there is of course always the chance that he had to work a bit longer. Both of you are quite keen on your careers, of course. Or is he still sulky because some of those last evenings didn't go exactly as he had in mind?

The maid should also be there, you realize. Or did she go to bed already?

You call for the girl and walk into the kitchen, but finally decide that if she really retired early, you don't want to disturb her.

Maybe Dave is fucking the maid, you think of a sudden. The thought should outrage you, but somehow it leaves you rather neutral. For a moment you wonder how that's possible, because, you and Dave, that was a match made in Heaven. But the thought quickly escapes your mind, and you are thinking of Pete instead.

If Dave is really fucking the maid, he can't object if you meet Pete, right?

You wonder how big his dick really is and the thought makes you wobbly again. And horny. You walk upstairs to the bedroom, stand in front of the big mirror and look at yourself. Then you slowly start to undress, and you imagine that you are doing it for Pete. Slowly and sensual, you let your dress fall down, followed by your bra and your panties. You stare into the mirror, and your hands wander over your body, carressing yourself. Then you start touching yourself, sending a shiver down your spine. God, you really need this now. No, what you actually need is a big cock, but as there's none here, the second best options are your fingers. You push two of your fingers deep inside you and imagine it's Pete's big cock. The feeling is not exactly convincing, but your fantasies add what's missing. In your dream, Pete is taking you from behind, while you are leaning against the mirror. You can see his massive, athletic body right behind you, and you can feel his huge cock sliding deep inside your wet pussy.

You moan and your breath is misting up the mirror, your face pressed against the cold glass. You must be a sight to behold, leaning against the mirror on the wall, your back arched, your bum rising up, while you are fucking yourself with your fingers. But of course nobody is there to watch you.

You finally cum and moan loudly, while you imagine Pete's hot sticky seed gushing deep inside you.

As you lie in your bed, breathing heavily, you realize that you have no idea how Pete looks like. But that doesn't matter, right? The most important thing is his big cock...

You drift into sleep.

During the night, you are dimly aware of Dave coming into the bed. You wonder where he was. You didn't hear the door and that one normally always wakes you up. Then again, you are really, really sleepy.

You fall asleep again.