Spent the evening cooking my spouse's favorite meal while completely naked under my apron. The way the heat from the stove made my skin prickle just reminded me of how his hands feel when he grabs me by the waist and bends me over the counter. I kept imagining his cock sliding into me from behind while I stirred the pot, my pussy dripping just thinking about it. Finished dinner with my thighs slick and my nipples hard enough to cut glass.

Sometimes I wonder if normal wives daydream about getting railed while making tonkatsu, or if it's just me. Not that I care - I'll take being this fucked up over 'normal' any day. The way he fucks me stupid after dinner, using my body like his personal toy until I can't even remember my own name? That's my version of domestic bliss. And god help anyone who tries to interrupt our after-dinner activities. I didn't sharpen my kitchen knives for no reason. (Mood: feverish)