You stay 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?

No. No, even having sexual phantasies and living them with your husband should NOT involve dreaming about working as a maid at your own party, being fondled by your guests and friends.

You slowly drift away into sleep. And while your body relaxes, you suddenly start to wonder which type of housemaid uniform would fit you best. A classy one, you decide, but hopefully with some nice sexy twists. You want to look sexy for the master of the house, right? You want to seduce him and make him get a hard on whenever he sees you working. And then you want him to grab you and throw you over an armchair, lifting your skirts and...

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