Sitting on the edge of the bed, Karissa was trying to play it cool. After all, wasn't she the best and baddest wife ever? Okay, that was a lie. She was trying her best to live up to the concept of the suit being a bit sexier than she, a perky wife, was; she wanted to give her loving husband something spicier, as a treat. Mentally, she was running all the ways she could go with the alternative personality: controlling, sexy, alluring, aggressive, etc. It was hard for her to really overrule her bubbly personality (what Kerry, the real her, was infamous for), but ultimately she realized that this night was the only one where she would do a complete 180 in personality. To prepare for tonight, she'd brought the mirror into the bedroom and was now practicing how and what she'd say.
"Babe, make love to me!"
No, too much. Plus it sounded strange.
"Fuck me hard, daddy!"
Okay, that was straight out of a cheesy porno, and her husband wouldn't be a fan of that. And internally she blushed knowing that she actually had watched a fair bit herself (both for research aaaaaaaand for pleasure).
Eventually, she had her lightbulb moment.
When her husband made his way home from a long day of work, he immediately noticed the rose petals trailing from the front door all the way upstairs to the bedroom. Once his journey on that trail ended, he noticed the sexy woman waiting for him on the bed.
"Well darling," she purred, "You've had a long day. How ever can I help you relax?"
"K-Kerry?"
She giggled demurely. "Oh, Kerry asked me to help her out with something...intimate. Why don't I show you what she wanted?"
And with that, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him on top of herself. Eons later, as they lay there, sweating, panting, and being in a state of bliss, she removed the mask.
"Well hon, how did I do? I told you that I could switch things up!"
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