That is, until she took a job working from 4pm 10pm. Things were normal for the first few weeks, she’d come home right after work and go to sleep. T...en one night she called and asked if she could go out for drinks with her coworkers at one of the local bars. I had no problem and said it was OK. This happened about four more times over the next two weeks. One night she came home and crawled in bed while I was asleep. Instead of her usual routine of going right to sleep, she reached in my shorts. Then I'll be home. It's just after midnight. I'll try not to come back before 8am..."But Steve, Honey, please don't leave we need to talk..." I whined. He held his hand up as if gesturing for me to shut the fuck up."I'm not leaving," he spat. "I'm giving you time to pack your shit. When I get back in the morning, I'll be tired, I'll go to sleep ... Just like I do after any other midnight shift. If you're here ... I'll hurt you ... BADLY."But Sweetheart, I have to explain this to you," I whined.. I look to the side to gauge my wife’s reaction. This is standard fare for her and already one hand has slipped between her thighs. A soft knock at the door. Room service, I say. Some champagne to help us relax. I move to the door, brushing aside her obvious concern about being seen dressed as we are. I open the door and usher you in. Resplendent in your green catsuit, hood and corset, you proffer glasses and pour the champagne. My wife sits in stunned silence, accepting the glass and looking in. "Get ready sissy" and slowly, slowly she started to push the cock into me"Oooh my godddd, itsss soooo biiig!" I'd never had anything so big in there and it started to hurt a little"Jess, it hurts! Please just take it out" No way sissy! You wanted this, just relax and you'll love it soon" She managed to get the whole thing in my ass and then stopped. She reached around and started to play with my balls, occasionally brushing my cock. The pain left quickly and I started enjoying it again, when I.