Sally hummed to herself as she folded a t-shirt and handed it to Jim, who placed it neatly in the laundry basket and went back to watching his baseball game. "I think I want to be a dirty slut tonight," she said.

Jim choked on his pretzel. "What?"

"Oh," she laughed. "I was just talking to myself. Go back to your game."

"No, no... you want to be a...?"

"Well, last night I was a clumsy maid, and that was fun, but I'm in the mood for something different. I've been a naughty schoolgirl so often recently... I thought about being the captain's daughter who gets captured by pirates, or the ball girl who runs on the field when she's not supposed to, but I think tonight I just want to be really, really bad, and wild, and have a man give me a rough spanking while he's being bad and wild with me. Could you hand me my drink?"

Jim stared at her.

"Sweetie, you don't actually think I can stand up now, do you?"

"Just unzip me, then." Sally turned, and felt Jim's fumbling fingers undo her frumpy housedress. She shimmied out of it to reveal the sluttiest mini-skirt and tube-top Jim had ever seen. And how had he missed that she was wearing fishnets? Stiletto heels appeared from under the couch. Never taking her smoldering eyes away from his, she pulled a tube of hussy red lipstick from her top and applied it, straddled his knee and made a big, red kiss mark on his cheek.

"Sally? Have you forgotten that my buddies are coming for poker in thirty minutes?"

Sally bit her lip and shook her head. "Maybe I'll serve you boys some snacks like this."

"You wouldn't dare!"

She shrugged, and rocked back and forth on his knee. "Why should you be the only boy I get to show my goodies to?"

"Because I'm your husband! What are you, some kind of..." Sally held her breath, and smiled. Then Jim did, too. "Some kind of dirty, little slut?"

"Oh!" she gasped, and rocked herself even harder.

"And I know exactly what to do with you!" Jim tossed her roughly across his lap, hoisting her skirt. No panties, of course, and he landed spank after stinging spank, fast and hard, while Sally squealed, moaned and squirmed her way to orgasm. Her second followed, as Jim pushed her to the couch and took her from behind.

"Well?" He finally said, breathlessly. "Are you ready to renounce your sluttish ways and be a good hostess?"

"Yes," she purred.

Sally let Jim hold her for a moment before asking, "What would you spank me with if I actually did serve your poker buddies some snacks while wearing that outfit?"

"A divorce lawyer," Jim said wryly.

Sally looked away, pouting. "That's the one implement you can't threaten me with, please?" She looked back again with pleading eyes. "Even though I know you're kidding. I love you too much."

"Never again."