It was the first night of Nate’s business trip.

The house was quiet — kids asleep, wine half-finished, and Rachel standing barefoot in the kitchen, wiping the counter while soft music played through the Bluetooth speaker.

Maddie came down the stairs wearing silk pajama shorts and a cropped tank that clung to her perfect curves. No bra. No shame.

She watched Rachel for a moment — how focused she looked, how unaware she was of just how tempting she’d become.

“Why are you still cleaning?” Maddie asked, stepping close.

Rachel smiled without turning around. “Just keeping busy.”

Maddie’s voice dipped low. “I’ve got a better idea.”

Rachel turned — and Maddie was right in front of her. She reached out, slowly took the sponge from Rachel’s hand, and set it down.

Then she stepped in, hands sliding to Rachel’s waist, lips ghosting over her jaw.

“You’ve been playing the good girl long enough,” Maddie whispered. “Tonight… I want to see what happens when you’re mine.”

Rachel’s breath caught. “Maddie…”

Maddie leaned in closer, pressing Rachel against the counter. “No more hesitating. You want me. You’ve wanted me. And tonight…” Her hand slid up Rachel’s thigh beneath her robe. “You’re going to do what I say.”

Rachel whimpered — not in protest, but surrender.

Maddie grinned and kissed her, deep and slow, one hand gripping her hair, the other dipping between her legs.

Rachel gasped into her mouth — already soaked.

“You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?” Maddie teased, pulling the robe off her shoulders and letting it fall.

Rachel stood there in nothing but lace panties, breath trembling, lips parted.

Maddie stepped back and admired her like a prize.

“Go to the couch. Kneel. Hands behind your back.”

Rachel hesitated just a second — but the look in Maddie’s eyes commanded obedience.

She walked to the couch, heart racing, and did as she was told.

Maddie followed, slow and deliberate, and climbed onto the couch behind her.

She leaned close, her lips brushing Rachel’s ear. “Good girl.”

Rachel shivered.

Maddie’s hands were everywhere — stroking, teasing, gripping her throat gently as she whispered filth into her ear. “Look how wet you are. You’re such a dirty little housewife when no one’s watching…”

She bent Rachel forward and pressed her lips between her thighs, licking slow, deep, deliberate — owning her.

Rachel moaned helplessly, fingers curling into the cushion, her body undone by Maddie’s mouth, her dominance, her voice.

And just as she was about to shatter — Maddie pulled back.

Rachel whined. “Why’d you stop?”

Maddie smirked and leaned over her again. “Because I’m not done playing yet.”

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a soft golden glow over everything. Rachel stood at the stove in one of Nate’s old shirts — the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs — cooking eggs with shaky hands and a glow on her skin she couldn’t quite hide.

Her legs were sore.

Her lips were slightly swollen.

And her mind was still foggy with the sounds Maddie had pulled from her the night before.

She didn’t hear Maddie approach until soft arms wrapped around her waist from behind, lips brushing her neck.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Maddie purred.

Rachel smiled, melting back into her. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“I should be. My favorite housewife screamed my name like a porn star last night.”

Rachel let out a breathy laugh, cheeks flushed.

Maddie turned her around, then tapped the spatula out of her hand.

“No cooking this morning. You have other duties now.”

Rachel raised a brow. “Oh?”

Maddie grinned and pointed to the table. “On your knees. Under the table. Quiet. Obedient.”

Rachel hesitated.

Maddie stepped closer, voice dipping. “Unless you want me to make you.”

Rachel moved.

She slid under the table, heartbeat hammering, breath shallow — and Maddie sat down above her with a cup of coffee like she owned the house now.

“Good girl,” she murmured, pulling her shirt up just enough to give Rachel access. “Now show me how thankful you are.”

And Rachel did — tongue eager, lips soft and devoted — while Maddie drank her coffee and read a magazine, moaning softly every few minutes like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Afterward, they lay on the couch, tangled together in silence, skin warm and glowing. Rachel’s fingers traced lazy circles over Maddie’s thigh.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispered.

Maddie tilted her chin up, smiling. “You were made for this. For me.”

Rachel bit her lip. “Does Nate know what he’s missing right now?”

Maddie grinned. “Not yet. But maybe someday… we’ll let him watch.”

Rachel’s eyes widened, a pulse flickering deep inside her.

She didn’t say no.

That night, the air in the house was thick with tension.

The kids were asleep. The wine was flowing again. Maddie lounged on the bed in nothing but a black thong and a silk robe barely tied, looking smug and satisfied after another day spent teasing Rachel into obedience.

She assumed she was in control — and why wouldn’t she?

Until Rachel stepped out of the bathroom.

Her blonde hair was pinned up messily. Her eyes were dark, commanding. And she wasn’t wearing anything but red lipstick… and a pair of black heels.

Maddie sat up, smirking. “Well, damn. Look who’s finally ready to play.”

Rachel closed the distance slowly, hips swaying, gaze locked.

“Oh, baby,” she purred, “I’ve been watching you play me. All week. And I’ve loved every filthy second.”

Maddie leaned back on her elbows, smiling. “Then get on your knees again.”

But Rachel didn’t kneel.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Maddie’s waist in one smooth move, pinning her down.

“No,” she whispered, her voice like velvet laced with danger. “Tonight… you’re going to be the good girl.”

Maddie blinked, caught off guard, her smirk faltering for the first time.

Rachel grinned. “That’s right. Spread your legs.”

Maddie hesitated — and Rachel leaned down, wrapped her fingers around Maddie’s throat with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Maddie obeyed. Slowly. Breath catching.

Rachel slid down her body, nails grazing skin, then bit Maddie’s inner thigh just hard enough to make her yelp.

“I bet you thought I was going to be soft,” she whispered against her skin. “You thought I’d be shy. Gentle. Easy.”

Maddie’s eyes fluttered shut. “I thought I could break you.”

Rachel laughed darkly.

“Oh, honey. You didn’t break me… you unleashed me.”

And then she made Maddie beg — with her mouth, her fingers, her voice. Maddie writhed, moaned, pleaded for more. Every time she thought it was over, Rachel dragged it out longer — edging her, denying her, owning her.

Finally, after Maddie was trembling and breathless, Rachel pulled her up by the chin.

“You’ll never look at Nate the same way again,” she whispered. “Because now… you belong to both of us.”

Maddie collapsed against her, dazed, laughing breathlessly.

“God, Rachel… where have you been hiding?”

Rachel smiled.

“Behind closed doors. But now?” Her fingers slid down Maddie’s back. “I think I’m ready to open them.”