Todd Huffington left his downtown office after a busy day. The VP of one of the top advertising firms in the city, he was loving life. He couldn’t wait to see his lovely wife and brag off about landing a big contract he’d been trying to finalize for months.
He pulled his BMW into traffic for the usual forty minute drive to his house in the suburbs. Todd was in such a great mood that he didn’t even mind it when he was held up by a stopped vehicle on the interstate.
As he pulled into the two-car garage of his split-level home, he smiled at the prospect of seeing his lovely wife and giving her rounded bottom a squeeze. But instead of a hug when he walked into the house from the garage, he got silence and a long stare.
What’s eating her he wondered as he walked into the living room to check the mail? She followed right behind him. He turned to look at her to ask her what was wrong when she spoke.
“You have exactly two minutes to be naked and on your knees!” She spat with blazing eyes.
“What’s this about?” He said with a frown.
She looked at her watch. “You’re wasting time!” She picked up the long flogger that was draped over the ottoman and he realized she meant business. Off came his suit jacket, then his button down white shirt, then the trousers, shoes, socks and finally his undershirt and boxers. The brown haired six-foot two, two hundred twenty pound thirty-nine year old executive was soon kneeling naked in his living room.
At the office he was one of the big shots but at home, Vicky was the boss. That had been established long ago in their fifteen year marriage.
She walked around her burly husband’s naked body and finally stopped in front of him. “Get your ass over the end of the sofa now!”