Thomas and Vanessa are a very successful, happily-married Surrey couple in their mid-forties.

Tom runs a well-known local construction company, has a fancy 4x4 and a sports car on the driveway of their riverside home - and a lovely, well-kept wife named Vanessa. Their children have flown the nest to go to university - and Tom and Vanessa have a secret life they like to explore from time to time. Tom is a sissy, a small-dick Cuckold, and has a penchant for dressing as a maid. Vanessa is bossy in real life, but craves being dominated and treated like a submissive fucktoy when the neighbours are all happily sipping their sherry and watching Strictly. Her idea of ‘Strictly’ is not of the family-friendly, pre-watershed kind…

Tom greets me at the door to their impressive house, the maid, and asks Mr C in and what would I like to drink? I walk past him and order a gin and tonic. Walking through the entrance hallway, a light is on in the open-plan kitchen/dining area and I immediately see Vanessa. She is doing her best bored Surrey housewife routine, immaculately dressed as if we were about to have a dinner party - except for one thing: her Agent Provocateur knickers are around her knees.

So whilst Tom the maid makes the drinks I take control and order her to turn around, hands spread apart on the island kitchen, spread her legs and bend over.

Fast forward an hour and Vanessa’s nether regions have been thoroughly inspected and worked over, Tom is tied to a chair and forced to watch as my cum dribbles down his wife’s makeup-stained face.

Ah, Tuesday nights in the nicer postcodes - sometimes money does actually buy you happiness…