Patricia made it to her car in the parking garage glad that she didn't cross paths with any of her co-workers. She was still shaking as she pulled out the pack of tissues from the glove compartment and wiped her face and hair as best she could. Then she sat there and remembered the words written across her breasts. She moaned to herself as she looked down at them, her hand caressing them over her blouse. Her boss had just raped her, and yet she found herself so aroused she felt like she was going to explode. She needed to climax so badly; her hand dropped to between her legs without consciously realizing it. When she came to her senses, she looked around the parking garage to see if anyone else was on her level, and if there were any security cameras that might see her.
Patricia pulled herself together, started her car and began the drive home. Pulling into the driveway, she got excited when she saw her husband wasn't home yet. She quickly ran into the garage and looked for the mineral spirits. She knew soap and water wouldn't get the black sharpie off her breasts. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her bra. After five minutes of rubbing with a coarse rag soaked in mineral spirits the top of her breasts felt like raw meat, but she had removed the words from her body. She then quickly buttoned up her blouse and ran into the house and straight to the master bathroom.
She ran the bath water in the tub and poured in more scented bath bubbles then she'd ever used before. She disrobed right there and climbed in the bathtub. She'd never left her work clothes just laying on the bathroom floor as she soaked in the tub. She sank down under the hot water, the suds covering her entire body except for her head sticking out above them.
Patricia ran the events of the last hour through her mind. She had been raped and degraded by her boss, yet she found herself getting aroused again. Her hand slid down her body till her fingers were stroking her swelling clit. She moaned softly as she rehearsed in her mind all that her boss had done to her. The humiliation of being stripped, being forced to crawl, being forced to suck his cock, and then having him write on her body exactly what she thought of herself. She'd always thought her fantasies were intense. Those fantasies now paled in comparison to how she felt about what he had done to her. Her mouth opened as her orgasm slammed into her. No noise came out initially. The intensity was so great she felt her stomach cramping and thought she might pass out. She finally let out a squeal and began to grunt as her orgasm took control of her body.
Patricia laid back enjoying the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had when she heard the back door open and then slam shut. Several minutes later her husband stuck in head in the bathroom. "Why am I smelling mineral spirits in the house?"
Patricia cringed and then thought quickly. "I got some ink on me from the copier today. I washed it with soap several times. So I just used some to get it off completely. That mineral spirits works great."
John just shook his head. "OK! How was your day?"
An overwhelming wave of guilt washed over Patricia as she realized she'd just lied to her husband and he believed her. Now she was probably going to have to lie some more. "It was ok. Nothing special."
"Ok! Good! I was just wondering. You don't usually take a bubble bath during the week. Thought something might have happened out of the ordinary."
Patricia gave him a weak smile. "Nope. Just another day. I just thought a bubble bath might help get the mineral spirit smell out better." How many more lies would she have to tell she wondered to herself. How would she explain why she shaved her pussy? Her guilt and shame swept through her. When would this nightmare end?
Dinner was quiet as Patricia had difficulty making eye contact with John. She was just glad her teenage son was there to keep the conversation going about anything but her. The evening went by quietly as Patricia performed her wifely duties, keeping as quiet as she could. She dreaded going to bed, wondering if John would want to have sex. As he sat in the living room watching TV she finally came up with a great excuse. "I'm going to bed honey. I have a horrible head ache. I'm going to take something for it and hope it's gone by tomorrow morning."
John looked up at her. "I hope you're feeling better in the morning. I'll be in bed after this movie is over. Sleep well. I love you!"
"I love you too honey." Patricia felt like she was going to choke on her own words as she turned and walked upstairs to bed. She took enough sleep aid to knock a horse out knowing that if she didn't, she'd toss and turn all night.
Patricia sat on the edge of the bed trying to wake up. She thought about calling in sick to work. Then decided against that knowing her boss would probably follow through on his threat and tell her husband about what a slut she was. Then she remembered she had to shave her pussy. John had already showered and was downstairs having his morning coffee. She quickly stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. If John came up and tried to get in, she would just tell him she must have accidently locked the door without knowing.
She stepped into the shower stall. Patricia washed her hair and then lathered up her body. Her left hand caressed her pubic hairs as her right hand grabbed the razor off the shelf in the shower stall. She began to shave herself as her middle finger played with her clit. She began to shake as the realization of what she was doing sunk in. She was shaving her pussy for another man. A man who was going to take her and use her however he wanted in a couple hours. Her shame washed over her again as she knew how wrong it was, yet getting excited about realizing her fantasy again. Her finger worked her clit faster and faster as she slowly completed the shaving of her pussy. When she finished, she placed the razor back on the shelf and felt the area she had just shaved. She moaned softly as one hand caressed the top of her mound while the other hand shoved two fingers inside her pussy. She began to pant the closer she got to climaxing.
Frustration set in once again as John pounded on the bathroom door. "Pat! Why did you lock the door?" He yelled.
Patricia jumped. "I'm sorry honey! I must have locked the door without knowing." She yelled over the shower stall door. "I'll be right out!" She hurriedly turned off the water and toweled herself dry. Then slipped on her bra and panties before slipping on her robe. Shaking with nervousness the whole time.
"Come on!" John yelled on the other side of the door. "I have to get to work!"
Patricia opened the apologizing as John stepped through. "It's ok!" He said softly. "Sorry I lost my patience." He caressed her face with his hand. Patricia's shame and guilt for deceiving him was only amplified within her conscience. "I said I was going to work on being more patient, and I am." He said as he picked up his tooth brush. After brushing his teeth he tenderly kissed her on the lips and told her he'd see her after work and that he loved her.
