Storm in and demand to know what is going on!

Though you trust Selina with your life, she is still a former criminal and can be rather impulsive. Wanting to get to the bottom of the situation you march into your living room and loudly demand, “Selina, what is going on?!”

You take your supposedly former cat-burglar wife completely by surprised. She is wearing one of her Catwoman mission's suits but one you have never seen before. It's a full body purple cat-suit with black knee high high-heeled boots and matching black elbow long gloves. Being made out of a much more thin form fitting material than her usual Lycra Kevlar Gore-Tex weave combat suit, this one is clearly less practical, but with a push-up chest, it's far more suggestive. Briefly you wonder if this was her first costume, when she first became Catwoman, back when she was working as a stripper.

Though her cowl is pulled down Selina is wearing some sort of full immersion military grade virtual reality helmet that is labeled “Wayne Aerospace.” Even with the visor up it greatly limits her vision and fully covers her ears, which explains your ability to sneak up on the world's greatest thief.

Spinning to face you Selina takes off the helmet and glares at you with eyes wide in shock. “David!” She exclaims, “What are you doing here?!”

“I live here.” You sarcastically retort. “What are you doing, is the better question.” You glare at the two small crates on the floor, one labeled “Wayne Tech” and the other “LexCorp Business Security” with their locks busted open and that gaudy pink and black shopping bag from “Xplicit” lying next to them. Even worse, you notice your wife is using your home laptop to hack into her stolen electronic booty. The final piece of damning evidence is the bullwhip wrapped around her waist, the one she only wears when working on a score.

Looking your wife dead in the eyes you demand, “Well?!”

Selina opens her mouth to answer and then drops her shoulders with a defeated sigh. “You weren't suppose to come home tonight.”

“You went out as Catwoman?!” You try to control your displeasure. “To steal and rob?” Shaking your head you realize the breath and depth of your wife's crimes. “You even solid my hospital laptop?! And you broke your promise you made on our wedding night.”

With that last accusation Selina squirms very uncomfortably which causes your heart to soften a bit. Though clearly at fault you could never do anything to truly hurt the love of your life.

“Selina.” You moderate your voice. “What happened? Why did you do this?”

The raven haired beauty uncharacteristically gently twitches nervously, clearly concerned she has offended you. “I was so bored.” She stutters hanging her head. “I'm so sorry. I heard that LexCorp had salacious videos of various members of the Justice League caught in compromising positions and when Mercy Graves bragged that their Business Security Division was theft proof I took it as a personal challenge. I couldn't help myself.”

“And the helmet?” You ask a bit bewildered.

“I thought would be fun to watch the videos in 3-D and google said Wayne Aerospace has the best VR equipment.”

Your glace over at the Xplict bag causes Selina to add, “Oh, that. It's the latest in female vibrators and other toys; 'enhancing the viewing pleasure' as they say.”

“Wait?” You wonder if this crazy story is true as you try to put the pieces together. “All this was so you could masturbate?”

With that question Selina's eyes return to the sultry fire of the Catwoman, master thief and seductress. Biting her lower lip in that provocative way that just drives you crazy your wife strikes a pose like she is the penitent hot high school cheerleader **** to confess to the new young principle.

“Sometimes it's so hard not to be bad.” She purrs. “It's been days since I felt you inside of me and I just had to release my frustrations show how.” Taking her suit's zipper Selina pulls it down slowly over her chest, exposing more and more of her ample firm, yet so pillowy soft, cleavage. Dropping the zipper well below the front clasp of her skimpy lace bra she brazenly sliding two fingers in between her nearly exposed breasts and produces one of your flash drives. Strutting over to you, her curvy hips swaying like only a woman's body can, she stops inches away from you and then slowly slides the drive into your chest shirt pocket. “Here is the filthy porn I was going to debase myself with.” She confesses with a sultry tone.

Sliding her hand slowly down your chest causes your cock to instinctively begin to harden. “I so sorry, David.” Your wife apologizes in a low, demurring, but husky voice. “I'm still trying to get use to to being a good girl and having a man over me.” Her finger begins to slowly draw small circles around your chest. “I know I've broke my promise, disrespected your manly authority over me as my husband, and that I have been very, very, bad."

Of course you know Selina is playing you, using sex, even kinky raunchy bed-breaking sex, to assuage your anger and deflect further questions, but damn, she does it so well. That sexy voice playing all submissive, her perfume, that body in that tight fitting cat-suit, and it has been nearly a week. You're not sure how true her story is but your two heads are now very much in conflict.

“I do understand that with crime comes consequences.” She places her hand now flat against your chest and leans in, her mouth mere inches away from your lips. “You caught me me red-handed. There is no excuse I can make.” She presses her body against yours. “All I can do is admit my guilt and take my punishment.”