Hear her out.

“I'm listening.” You command with an assured masculine tone.

“Well . . .” Selina cups your left pectoral muscle and after fondling you for a bit gently pushes herself backward creating enough space so that she can strip. She starts to peel off her right black leather elbow-high glove while continuing in a husky voice, “You know this is really all your fault.”

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow incredulously.

Dropping the right glove on your recliner your wife then starts to slide off the left glove. “To tell the truth Doc,” She hasn't called you that since before the wedding. “I know I have this sexy bad-girl, ex-stripper, thing going on, but in truth I never had many lovers before you. Gotham isn't known for producing dateable men.” Throwing the glove on top of the other Selina effortlessly fully bends over at the waist, her barely covered large breasts strain to pop out from her wide open catsuit as her shapely ass goes high in the air. Unzipping her knee high black right boot she explains, “Going for years with next to nothing to nightly being ravished since the wedding a few months ago has been quite a change.” The raven haired beauty stands and flips the boot on the growing pile of clothing and looks you in the eyes. “After being made to orgasm on a daily basis it's hard then to go without.”

“Are you complaining?” You find wife's seductive little mind games just as alluring as her voluptuous toned body. “And if I remember correctly, I'm not the one who is usually 'instant.' Besides, having sex with one's wife is normal, all this . . .” you wave your hand at Selina's elicit stolen pornographic booty, “. . . kind of proves who the freak is in the family.”

The buxom “former” thief bends over to strip off the her other boot and calmly replies, “The only reason I stole these sex toys is because you first made me into your little sex toy. Do you know how maddening it is to be addicted to something that gives such pleasure and pain, love and humiliation, all at the same time? It can drive a girl to do almost anything to satisfy those cravings once they're taken away.” The gorgeous Gothamite stands and skillfully kicks off her other boot on to the chair. Taking hold of the unzipped lapels between her ample cleavage of her suit she waits for an answer, “So, you see, Doctor Anderson it wasn't Gotham that turned your wife into some deviant slut, but you.”

“Pain? Humiliation?” You shake your head with amused skeptical disbelief. “Being a bit over dramatic aren't we?”

“Tell me, Doc” Selina looks you over with those bewitching emerald eyes, “when you fucked your first wife were you as hard and forceful with her as you're with me?”

“Umm.” You stutter for the first time. Selina has never mentioned Jane so bluntly before, especially with regards to sex.

Your current wife, however, doesn't allow you time to collect your thoughts .“Well?” she insists as she pulls open her catsuit, while slightly arching her back making her firm round cleavage, barely covered by a black and purple laced bra, to trust out for your viewing pleasure. Slowly peeling off the skin tight suit, stripping down to her bra and thong, the Catwoman continues, “Let me guess, you had to go gentle with her? Never trusting yourself fully in? Never asking for a blow job? A certainly never ever hinting about those other dark debase fantasizes that have haunted you since puberty? Hmm . . . I bet you didn't even do it monthly.” Your surprised silence confirms Selina's guesses which only encourages the curvaceous temptress. “I can't blame her, when you marry the famous, kindly and caring Doctor Anderson what can you do when you find out he is a brute, a beast, in the bedroom?”

“Jane never wore anything like that.” Is the best answer you can come up with as you watch your nearly naked bride put her catsuit on the chair.

“Oh, I see.” Selina turns and faces you, placing her hands on her hips. “Because Jane was a good girl you went easy on her? But now that your new wife is just some ex-con you figure you can use her any way that amuses you? Hmpt.” The raven haired beauty reaches around to unhook her bra. “I bet you think I deserve it. That you're doing society a favor teaching me a lesson? Keeping me in my place?"

“That's not how I see our sex life.” You try to get your mind back in the game. “Besides, who's the one who runs around in leather and is into whips? And who's the one who screams and swears like a sailor when things get hot and heavy?”

“That's because I'm the one on my back taking the pounding.” Selina unhooks her bra with her right hand but keeps her breasts covered with her left forearm. Of course you have seen your wife naked hundreds of times but this strange little strip tease debate, with a hint of what you think is fake modesty, is causing your manhood to become hard. “I don't think you realize how strong and powerful you are, Doc, especially when you get excited. What are you, 6'2”, 200 pounds of muscle? You work out regularly and do martial arts. When you get excited that body of yours can really dish out a hammering.”

“And I was worried that I wasn't keeping up with you?” You sarcastically parry, though there is now a hint of doubt in your thoughts. You have always been concerned about keeping up with what you thought was your sex starved wife. It never occurred to you that you might have been too aggressive at times. Yes, the sex has been amazing but you certainly would never want to do anything that would hurt your love.

“Please, Doc,” Selina doesn't let up as she throws her bra on your chair while keeping her breasts covered, “you're a medical doctor. You must know you're far from normal.”

You perplexed expression brings a knowing resigned grin to your wife.

“Your cock, Doctor Anderson, is massive.” Selina then pauses, seemingly a bit hesitant about having to make this confession. “Yeah, it makes me cum every time but the with the intense pleasure comes the pain. It's so big, so thick, and it gets so, so, very hard. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but taking it's daily savage ramming is very taxing on a girl. Some times I can barely walk the next morning.”

As you ponder whether there is any truth in your wife's statement, Selina gives a frustrated sigh. “Think about it, Doc. Haven't you notice that when ever I give you oral sex you always cum on my tits? And that it's been awhile since I went down on you? But of course we both know why.”

“No, no I don't.” You stumble. During the convention you had been fantasizing about Selina giving you a blow job, besides now you're just curious and curiosity has always been your weakness.

“Now you're just being cruel.” Selina crosses both her forearms vertically over her chest while taking hold of her shoulders. The pressure against her breasts only exaggerates the size of her ample tits. “The last time I tried to take you with my mouth you splattered all over my face.”

“That's because the phone rang!” You exclaim, remembering that comic, but embarrassing, incident.

“Please, David, no man would actually go for the phone when a girl is on her knees with his dick in her mouth.” Selina cuts you off from admitting the truth. "You were just shaming me because you got tired that your wife can't fully handle your big cock.”

“I thought you liked it on your breasts?!” You're now clearly on your heels. “You're so proud that they're . . . Um . . . I mean . . . I thought you didn't want it in your mouth, because . . .” You decide it's better to stop talking.

“But we all know what really frustrates you.” Selina knowingly stares into your eyes. “Your little sick fantasy about ramming your shaft deep in my ass.”

Again you hesitate.

“I see how you love to watch me bend over, checking out my rear.” The topless Selina, stripped down to but her thong dissects your deepest darkest desires. “How you love to put me over your knee and spank my rear all the while fantasizing about trusting your cock deep into my virgin ass, ripping me in two, breaking me with your dick.” Coolly, your wife glances down at your crotch. “Hell, even talking about has made you hard.”

The curvy seductress then regains eye contact. “And you think I'm the pervert.”