If Dom can pass his mistress’ three-day test, he knows unimaginably good pleasure will be his reward.

Things had been hectic for months. Dom and I hardly had time to have sex, let alone play. The stress of work and moving was wearing on us both. I sighed and hung up from my call with the plumbers. They were supposed to give us an estimate on redoing a section of pipe in the new house but had rescheduled. Again.

So much to juggle, so little time for fun.

“So, we make time,” I said to myself.

Our creativity as a couple went beyond redoing our new dream house. It included our unconventional sex life, which had been suffering greatly and needed some sprucing up as badly as our home did.

I grabbed my cell and called Dom.

“Yes, love?”

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