Chapter Twelve
Your Choice Part One
“What are you doing, Mark?”
That slammed into the middle of my fantasy and startled me out of my impending orgasm. I opened my eyes. My wife was standing over me with our web cam in her hand. I must have looked quite stunning, lying on our bed dressed in my heels, stockings and garter belt with my hand wrapped around my d**k.
“I... I thought you were shopping,” I stammered, reaching for the sheet to cover myself.
“I was,” she said, sweetly. “I bought you some very pretty things.”
“Huh?”
“For your little fantasy,” she explained, zooming in on my crotch.
“My fantasy?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said happily. “You know, the one where you pretend to be my maid.”
“Marsha,” I said angrily, “could you turn that thing off and give me a minute?”
“Oh,” she
