Becoming Amy

“Oh my fucking god!” It was Sam’s voice. My eyes snapped open and my legs went flat against the bed with the dildo still buried deep in my ass. I hastily tried to cover myself up as I sat up.

“This,” I faltered then started again. “This isn’t what it looks like sweetheart!” I blurted out starting at my stunned wife standing in our bedroom door in her rain coat. I had be so wrapped up in what I was doing I hadn’t heard her come in, and so horrified at being caught I didn’t even wonder what she was doing back so early.

“Oh really?” She demanded glaring at me. “So my sissy husband isn’t dolled up like a cheep whore fucking his ass with a dildo and calling out for someone to ‘Fuck him hard like the little slut he is’ then?”

“I, I...” I couldn’t think of what to say. How to explain myself. “I’m sorry. I, I can…”

“Can explain?” She shouted cutting me off. “Can you really? Well lets she how well you can explain then!”

She stormed over to the bed and reached for me. I closed my eyes expecting her to slap my face or something but then I felt a tugging at my neck. I opened my eyes as she started pulling my off the bed by the D ring at the front of the collar that I had completely forgotten I was wearing. She pulled me off the bed and out the room and started heading for the stairs. The dildo still buried in my ass had only slipped out slightly before it got caught by the knickers bunched up just below my bum cheeks. I began to panic, where was she taking me and what was she going to do.

“Sweetheart, please stop,” I begged as she dragged me down the stairs. “Let’s talk about this, let me explain.”

“Oh you can explain all right!” She said looking over her shoulder at me with an evil glint in her eye as we reached the bottom of the stairs and headed toward the living room. “Let’s just see how well you can explain. Alex, look what I found”