The Spoiled Stepford Husband

She cooks. She cleans. Pays every bill on time and keeps his shirts crisp. She picked the paint, the furniture, every vacation stop, and still looks hot enough to stop traffic doing it. His buddies slap his back and call her a catch. He just grins and says thanks. Never thanks her though. Not the goddess who keeps his whole world running. He'd be lost without her, and everyone knows it. So when Madeline jets off for seven days, the place goes to hell fast. That's when Mona shows up like some wicked little devil perched on his shoulder. She tears him down for being so fucking useless, then puts him over her knee right in his own kitchen and beats his ass red with a wooden spoon. She dumps food all over him, punches him hard in the gut, makes him feel every bit of the mess he's become. They drag it into the wrecked living room. She bends him over and fucks his ass, then works her whole fist inside him and keeps him moving like a puppet, making him scrub while she's buried wrist-deep. He finally gets close to tasting her, just his tongue, and she rides his face until she comes again and again, riding out every last shudder before Madeline walks back through the door. When the cat's away, the mice don't play. They pay.