I am a trophy wife who will make sure that my man is satisfied. No matter what it takes.

It's been several years of marriage with Robert now, and you are supremely satisfied that you have made the right choice.

Throughout it all, Robert has been an attentive, loving husband. He is always available for a warm hug, an encouraging word, and a nice hard cock. Your love for each other has grown and deepened over the early years of your young marriage.

Of course he was amazed and delighted at your financial resources (which equal his) and then even MORE amazed when, on the anniversary of Jack Hewitt's ****, he discovered he was the inheritor of over a billion dollars!

When he then suggested that you use the entire amount to create a charitable foundation, which you would run, you realized how lucky you were to find Robert. It gave your life purpose and meaning.

But now, it's been several weeks and he hasn't ravaged you!

Oh sure, you've had sex, like, every other day. But it's not the same all-consuming lust from those first few years.

It's not like the daughters haven't done their part! They've found endless ways to embarrass you in public. Like that time they took you and Robert to a coffee shop, only to realize you were flashing the street with your naked pussy. And then, once you did know, they made you stay there, legs apart, and watch as a school bus of high-schoolers unloaded right in front of you.

Or that time you wore that beautiful, gauzy silk dress at the mall and then Catherine 'accidentally' bumped you in to the fountain! The wet fabric adhered to your body, making you practically naked!

Of course you had to walk to one end of the mall, only to realize they'd gotten the parking lot wrong and you then had to walk all the way to the other end of the mall!

Robert didn't even wait to drive home. You had sex in the car.

You think about those times, and the dozens and dozens of others that the daughters arranged, and it made you realize that maybe it's your turn? Maybe you shouldn't be waiting for the daughters to put yourself into an embarrassing situation?

Maybe it's time to put yourself into an embarrassing situation, and see what happens?

You decide to start with something small. Just at home. Just for an hour or two.

"Robert?" you ask, hesitant, appearing in his office door, naked.

"Yes, bimbo?" he asks, teasingly. "Bimbo" is his favorite pet name for you.

"I forgot to do the laundry? And now I don't have any clean undies to wear."

"Well, just wash some," he says, perplexed.

"I can't," you explain. "The machine is on the fritz. I've noticed that sometimes it just stops working?" you're doing full-on bimbo speak now.

Of course, what Robert finds in the laundry room is that you've simply unplugged the washing machine. Understanding now what you're doing, he feels his cock shifting in his pants as he returns to the master bedroom.

"Unfortunately, we'll have to call a repairman," he says. "And he won't be here until tomorrow."

"Oh, DARN!" you say, playfully. "Well, I guess I'll have to go naked then."

"I guess you will," Robert says. "And may I say how ashamed I am of you for forgetting the laundry! Shame on you! I guess I should feel lucky that I still have clean underwear!"

"I'm sorry," you say, like a little girl, hoping that Robert will ravage you, right then.

"And so, as a fitting punishment, I think you should go naked, all day long."

"But... wait..." you say, dropping all pretense now and returning to your regular voice. "I can't do that! The women's auxiliary is coming to talk about the flower show. And I have a remote Zoom with the foundation board this afternoon."

"You should have thought of that earlier."

"But Robert, no!" you whine, breathing hard. "I really can't be naked today! I thought this would be only be for an hour or so this morning!"

"And whenever you meet anyone, I want you to tell them that you are sorry for your appearance, but that you are being punished for your failure to do the laundry."

"But Robert!!" you whine, padding after him, naked, your big fake boobs bouncing as he walks to his office. "Please!"

Just then there's a doorbell.

"You better get that," Robert says, grinning.

You are gulping air and trembling now. "Robert..." you plead.

The doorbell rings again.

"Jennifer..."

You hesitate, shifting from foot to foot, trying to figure out what to do. This was not what you wanted when you went to his office naked! 'Oh god, what am I going to do??' you fret.

Of course, it's 100% clear what Robert wants you to do. And didn't you promise Jane in your vows that you would do whatever it takes to make him happy?

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

The doorbell rings a third time.

Slowly, you turn to walk to the front door, your stomach twisting up. Who could it be? Robert follows you, grinning at your situation and re-arranging the bulge in his pants.

"Hello, Ma'am... oh!"

It's the head of the team which cleans your pool and spa. You feel a flush of embarrassment as you open the door so the men can all see your naked body.

"Daddy, why is she all nakey?" says a young, boy, pointing.

"I forgot to do the laundry," you explain. "I have to stay naked all day long, as punishment."

"Ohhhhh..." the boys eyes go wide and round.

"Jennifer," Robert says, appearing behind you. "Don't you need to go unlock the gate so the men can access the pool area?"

You look up at Robert, pleading with your eyes for him to do it.

"Don't keep them waiting," he says. "I'm sure they have other customers besides us."

"Y-y-y-yes, dear," you say, closing your eyes in shame.

You fetch a pair of flip flops to protect your feet and, on shakey legs, walk out into the cool morning air followed by the three pool guys and the young boy. You unlock the gate with the code and open it for them.

"I'm sorry, but we'll need access to the chemicals in the garage too."

"Of course," you say. You walk back to the house, fetch the keys, and then go back out to the garage where you unlock it for the workers, all the while feeling them staring at your large bimbo-breasts, your silicon enhanced bottom which jiggles with every step, and your naked, shaved pussy.

"Do you make Mommy walk around nakey when she doesn't do the laundry?" the boy asks his father.

"Shhh," the father hushes his son. "Of course not."

"Then why is she nakey?"

"I'll tell you later."

You are so embarrassed that all you want to do is run away to hide.