Your head clears - a bit.

The presence of Blanche suddenly makes you realize what you were just doing. As if a fog has been lifted from inside your head. Although... there is still something foggy. Something...

Anyhow, you feel embarrassed enough that your face turns into a deep shade of crimson, and you rise quickly. Stuttering unintelligible words, you feel ashamed about your maid's presence. A quick glance tells you that Dave shows exactly the same reaction. The only person in the room who somehow does not seem to care at all and even does not give any slightest hint of impression that she just stumbled into something rather awkward - is Blanche. She smiles at the two of you, and somehow manages to make that smile encouraging and humble at the same time.

Then she vanishes back through the door.

You hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest, and neither you nor Dave say anything for a few moments. The salty taste of Dave's cum still lingers on your tongue. Finally, you clear your throat and start looking yourself up and down - you do look a bit silly in that maid's costume. Dave has already closed his pants. You smile at him, and suddenly burst into a giggle.

"It was fun, wasn't it?", you say, laughing. He flashes you a relieved grin, as if he somehow expected you to wake up from some kind of hypnosis and start screaming at him. Silly thought. Although... wait, there was something, no? Something you wanted to tell him about... about...

And then that thought is gone. You kiss your husband's cheek and whisper: "Let's do that again!" A sentence which lets Dave utter a soft, deep moan.

Later that evening, you lie in your bed, thinking of what happened earlier. Especially that moment when you climaxed because..., well, simply because deep throating Dave was so much fun. Especially because you were not Dave's wife in that moment, you were... you were... the maid. Somehow. It doesn't make any sense, but you felt great as maid, and sucking off your husband seemed like the most sensual and arousing sex act you ever did in your whole life.

You giggle softly in the dark, while still wondering what the hell is going on. There was a brief situation when you felt almost angry at Dave's wife, because she's such a prude and never goes down on her husband, which, of course, makes no sense at all, because that wife is - you. You, yourself.

You don't know if you should sigh or giggle more, and finally decide that nothing really makes sense, while drifting into sleep.