Start gathering tools but go back inside to change

You walk to the garage to get the paint and ladder but decide you'd better change your clothes first. Why ruin a good pair of jeans? You hate shopping for clothes, just another waste of time.

You slide out of your shoes - who needs the "you walked all over my clean floor!" bullshit - and put them at the bottom of the stairs. As you walk up the stairs, you pull the shirt up over your head but then stop. There's a sound coming from the bedroom. It's a familiar sound but you can't place. You haven't heard it in a long time. A low pitched hum.

Quietly, you walk up the last few stairs and down the hallway toward the bedroom. You smile as you realize you're holding your breath. What do you think you're going to find? She's probably running a vacuum cleaner, getting the last millionth of an inch of dust off of the carpet.

Imagine your surprise as you round the corner and look into the bedroom. There she is, the frigid little bitch, laying on the bed with a plug-in vibrator in one hand and a dildo in the other. The dildo is thick and you watch as she pulls it out and slides it back in, taking eight inches easily up inside her. Her cunt make a loud, sloppy noise, pussy juice glistening on her fingers and thighs. She's breathing heavy, pressing the vibrator hard between her legs.

You stand frozen, a mixture of arousal and anger flooding your mind. The bitch! Fucking cunt! You toy with a hundred different options. While you watch, she lets go of the vibrator and reaches with her free hand for her titties, squeezing them, pinching and twisting her nipples, moaning louder and louder as she gets closer to cumming.