He won't say

“What exactly do you mean by that?” I push my husband for an explanation.

“Just go to bed,” he says sternly.

“No- not until you tell me what you meant by that!”

“Listen, dear,” he says to me, “I told you to go to bed twice already. If I have to tell you again, I’m going to blister your rear one more time tonight.” He is glaring at me. Suddenly I feel very exposed. I drop my eyes to the ground and lower my voice. “Yes sir,” I mumble.

I trudge off to bed and climb under the covers. It is not easy to fall asleep. My body is caked over with dried semen- I can feel it in my hair, all over my chest and ass, dripping from my pussy. I can even taste it in the back of my throat, and with every breath its pungent odor fills my nose. I finally fall asleep, and my night is spent with images of debauchery and humiliation filling my dreams. I am fucked in every orifice by hordes of faceless men. I am humiliated in public, **** to stand nude in front of family, friends, and thousands of others. I am spanked in front of a laughing, cheering audience. The worst part is, that as I awake, I realize that I am breathing heavily, my pussy is sopping wet, my nipples ache, and I am actually disappointed that it was merely a dream. What is happening to me?

I look at the clock- it’s late. I rarely sleep this late. I look over towards my husband’s side of the bed- he’s gone. I wonder where he’s off to?

I slide out of bed and head for the master bathroom. I draw myself a bath and slip in, luxuriating in the warm soapy water, scraping the dried cum from my skin. My hands work their way between my legs, and I enjoy a nice slow masturbation session while I think about the events of last night. My tension slips away with every spasm of my vaginal muscles.

I dry off and slip into my bathrobe, noticing the effect that the silky material has on my nipples. As I exit the bathroom I hear the front door slam, and footsteps climb the stairs. I open my bathrobe and examine my nude form in the mirror- I am standing this way when my husband enters the room. He has a shopping bag in his right hand, and a box in his left.

“Hi honey. Where have you been?” I ask.

“I brought the kids over to your mother’s house to spend the weekend- told her you and I needed some time alone.”

“Ok- whatcha got there?” I ask, eyeing the packages in his hands.

“Well- in the bag,” he says with a sly grin, “I have something I just picked up for you to wear today- we’re going out. And as for the box- well, you’re going to just have to wait and see. It’s a surprise!”