Not yet, demand to hear the whole story.

“Selina.” You keep your voice clinical as you step back and slowly push your wife's hand away from your chest with the back of your hand.

“I'm not in the mood to play around.” You look right into those beautiful emerald eyes. “This is serious, you're the love of my life, and I trust you like no one else I have ever know. But if you want to go back to your former life . . .” You cannot bring yourself to finish the sentence.

Selina looks to the ground as her body goes small. “I'm so sorry David.” Her voice nearly breaks. “I love you. I wasn't intending to become a criminal again, I wouldn't intentionally . . .” She too cannot finish her sentence.

The fiery willed woman, who never shows weakness to anyone, who survived the mean streets of Gotham from childhood, who is called the “Queen of Crime” by some of the most dangerous men on the planet now looks so defenseless, sad and afraid. You quickly realize that no one, not even Selina's closest friends, ever see this side of her, only to you does she surrender her soul.

Stepping forward you take your wife into your arms and kiss her head. “It's okay.” You hold her close and then try to lighten the mood knowing that anything that hints of being patronizing would be unwise and maybe unhealthy for you. “I guess there are worse fates for a husband to endure then finding out his gorgeous wife is addicted to porn.”

“Jerk.” Selina playfully slaps your chest with her fist and gives you her disdainful amused glare that you so love. "I'm not addicted."

“Look, I admit I am kind of loving the new purple suit.” You smile, “But can you tell me what happened?” Your innate curiosity gets the better of you. “I'll like to hear the story.”

“Fine.” Your wife rolls her eyes in a protesting way that is actually more suggestive. “We can play Truth or Dare if that's your price.” She acquiesces to your request while of course sexualizing it to her advantage.

“So truth,” Selina begins her confession, “It was the perfect storm. With you gone I became bored out of my mind and horny as hell too. You know I only married you because you have a big cock.” She slyly quickly quips. “I was texting with Ivy and she mentioned that LexCorp had developed some sort of new tech that controls one's sexual arousal.”

“Ugh.” You groan. “Not the crazy plant lady.” Of all of Selina's highly questionable friends you like Pamela the least. “You didn't believe that psycho, did you?”

“She told me she had first hand knowledge. The LexCorp boys interrogated her for about an hour before she got away. Something about it didn't work too well on her. She was concerned, however, about the footage they took of her. I then remembered you mentioned that one of your patient's fathers worked for LexCorp Security. So I dug out my old purple suit, showing that I wasn't going back to crime full-time."

"Wait." You interrupt Selina. "You're going to masturbate watching a friend getting sexually assaulted? Eww!"

"No!" Your wife immediately objects and then rolls her eyes and squirms a bit playing the innocent schoolgirl routine. "I might of saw . . . um . . . heard about a short clip of Power Girl being interrogated on xvideos. And maybe, I heard that Cobblepot was spreading rumors that Power Girl and Superboy were captured. And maybe, I heard that they were worked over so hard that they were broken by sustained body-rending orgasms, even though both of them are Kryptonians."

Selina sheepishly rolls her shoulders, continuing with the innocent act confessing all as per the rules of the game. "I admit my curiosity was a bit peeked." She purrs. "After 'borrowing' some entertainment equipment for the evening, I thought watching the videos in virtual reality with the arousal control tech set to mild might make up a bit for my missing husband."

She looks up at you with those bewitching green eyes. "So you see, it's really your fault. If you weren't so damn good in bed, and gotten me use to daily sex, none of this would have happened. I just couldn't help myself. "

"So . . .” You take out the flash drive that Selina placed in your pocket. “These are videos of Justice Leaguers being sexual assaulted?!” Looking around at the various stolen items you also realize in shock, “And you stole the body control tech too?”

“You wanted the truth.” Selina continues with those bedroom eyes, full of mischief and sexual want. “I've been a very, very bad girl.” She presses in against you once again. “Don't worry about Kara and Conner, they were rescued by the League, besides those tight-ass pricks kind of deserved it.”

Your wife's hand runs down your back and cups your ass cheek. “Now, it's my turn. I call a dare.” Of course Selina cheats, not playing by the rules. “How about we play a little game? We go at it and the first one to cum loses and lets the winner use the tech on the loser for a week?”

“You can't be serious?” Selina has clearly flipped the tables on you as your palms get sweaty.

“If you win, I'll have to be your obedient sex **** for a whole week.” She purrs.

“And if you win?” You nervously ask, never realizing until now how deep your wife's BDSM kink runs and that she might actually have a dominate side.

“Well, like I said, I am a very” . . . you feel Selina's other hand slide down your stomach . . . “very” . . . then it slides over the growing bulge in your pants . . . “very” . . . she takes hold . . . “very” . . . and begins to gently stroke up and down . . . “very bad girl.”