The wife and I stand toe to toe neither one of us breaking eye contact.
"You said it would just be a few people over tonight and I have to work early tomorrow." I say as I try to get my point across.

"Well I've already invited ten friends and they are on their way currently, I'm grown so get over it!"
Her eyes get more focused and her red hair currently looks like fire.
I tell her I'm going to bed early and they better not keep me up or she will be sorry.
She knows how I feel about getting good sleep.

She lets out a belly laugh and says we will see about that buttercup. A term I can't stand for her to call me.
"I will make sure You regret it hubby!
This instills a twinge of fear in my belly.
My mind immediately goes to one of my biggest fears and she knows what it is.

Since childhood when I would go to a friend's house I was always afraid that they would try and embarrass me as I slept. I've always been a light sleeper so nothing ever happened.

But I had seen what happened to other harder sleeping friends and it ended up with them covered in shaving cream or even gross looking toothpaste.
What always seemed to be the worst thing was when they woke up and had to ask the friend's parents to use their shower while covered in goo.

Being humiliated in front of others was truly my worst fear and one that hadn't abated with age, now at forty.

But also under that fear a part of me craved the excitement to see what that might feel like.

Back in the present I turn to her and honestly say please don't fuck with me.

The frightened child resurfaces briefly and I head to the bedroom.
She gives me a cruel and cold laugh as I turn.
I'm very worried now. Because when she drinks she can become a very different and mean person.

The bedroom door slams behind me for emphasis.
I won't come out to visit at all and will just remain in my safe spot until my alarm goes off.

I brush my teeth with resolve and tell myself that nothing can bother me. I'm an alpha male, right?
I almost get into bed fully clothed.
No the hell with that.
I pull off my shirt and shorts, putting them next to the bed and crawl under the covers in my salmon colored cotton manly briefs.
Knowing I would be so embarrassed if anyone knew I wore them.

As I start to doze it sounds like all ten people have arrived.
Most are close female friends and one male that they all know from work.
A karaoke song starts up and I hear my wife's vocal take over.
Damn it's so loud already and it's barely nine.
If they drink all the booze that was laid out on the counter it could be a long wild time.
My mind goes back to wondering if she was just joking earlier.
I'm frightened and also mildly exhilarated by the prospect of extreme embarrassment.

My sleeping pill is starting to kick in and my world fades into blackness.

I hear a slight noise that sounds like the door opening.
My heart starts to race but I remain perfectly still and will appear sleeping to anyone entering.
It's probably just the wife going to the bathroom. Nothing to worry about.

Someone whispers now, and it sounds close to the bed.
"Everyone be quiet he is asleep" mixed with a few snickers. "We don't want to wake up princess buttercup." Followed by laughter.

Oh shit!
My worst fear and possibly biggest turn on is happening!
I'm frozen in bed and continue to fake sleep. Maybe they will go away if I'm really still.
Yet part of me knows that won't work and I also really want this.

The covers are slowly pulled down revealing my almost naked body.

I hope so bad I don't get a hard on. It sounds like multiple people are in here.

Someone I don't recognize the voice says," oh my gosh he has pink panties on!"

Inside I scream no they are salmon!

The wife whispers he always wears women's panties. Mildly cackling afterwards.

"Hand me that thick Nivea cream." I hear my wife say.
I hate that stuff.

I never use any types of lotion or cream on my skin. It makes me feel very weird even touching the stuff.
I hear the container open close to my head and smell its aroma.
She whispers to someone unknown, "I'm going to make him into a clown with this!"

A huge handful is smeared on my face.
I'm shocked and start to feel the blood flowing downstairs.

She uses handful after handful of cream.
Turning my whole face completely white.
A big dollop smooths down the top of my head. It's very thick and cold on my skin. The middle of my head is totally white like a bald clown! She leaves the sides alone to complete the clown look.

"Give me the lipstick now, he needs to look like a real clown for this!"
Lipstick, wait what the hell.

I almost want to open my eyes and stop this but I'm so petrified I remain motionless and asleep.

I feel the lipstick lightly on my lips. She goes over and over them with it until I'm sure they are fully coated now and I imagine bright red.

"He needs more white cream,"someone says pretty loudly.

Another very thick coat of cream is layered on top of what is already there. It is totally coated on my face and head.

All I can smell is the chemicals of the cream and lipstick and my face feels very heavy.
I feel an erection start to build but I try and will it away.
Just get through this and it will be over soon, I hope.

After more and more thick cream is applied I also hear the sound of a shaving cream being squirted off in the distance.

Two voices lightly discuss how many plates to use.
The wife's voice cuts in and says use all ten. Wait what, I think.
She says, "for us to have a real clown tonight he needs to be pied by all ten of us.

I'm in stunned silence contemplating this.

As a kid I watched many people get pied during tv shows.
It was hilarious to me.
But I also never planned to be on the receiving end.
My underwear starts getting tighter as my bulge increases with anticipation.

The cans of shaving foam don't seem to stop as each plate gets topped off with more squirting.

Oh shit I had wondered why she bought several cans in bulk recently, but she had said they were on sale. Was this her devious plan from the beginning?

"Ok line them up at the foot of the bed then everyone gathers around."

The wife asks for the bulk bottle of baby lotion.
I hate the smell of baby lotion.

This is getting too intense for me. But I'm also so embarrassed and turned on I don't dare wake up.
"Is his cock getting hard?" A female voice asks.

My wife laughs and says, "do you think he is having a wet dream? Or is he just a freak that gets turned on by weird shit." This elicits a low rumble of laughter.

Let's all grease his body up so he will look good when we record this. My body trembles with embarrassment and pure excitement.

But wait what did she say about recording it??

I hear the lotion pump squirt over and over as the cool lotion is squirted all over my body. From my neck down to my feet is covered in dollops of baby smelling stuff.

The wife barks, "everybody rub it in."
Multiple hands cover my entire body turning it totally slick with the substance.
Someone even continuously rubs over the top of my undies causing my bulge to grow into a pup tent. I sure hope it's my wife.

A female voice says I never figured it was this small. Causing everyone to burst into laughter.

They seem like they aren't even trying to remain quiet.

This is probably the most humiliated I have ever been and I don't think they are done yet.

I could possibly blow in my drawers any second now. I can't let that happen as I try not to focus on my growing problem.

"Ok he is a shiny enough clown." The wife adds.
Everybody line up for this loser clowns pieing. "
I feel like they are really about to let me have it.

"Jack, get your camera out so we can always have a recording of our sleeping beauty getting his comeuppance."

I beg please no, inside my head!

It feels like everyone has shifted to my side of the bed.
I'm frozen in fear and anticipation.
I hear silly clown music play from a speaker.

"Ok everyone I'm going to wake up our victim for the final act. The pie barrage!"
Wake me up what, no that is too much!

The chatter quittens.

The bedroom light flashes on.
I feel hands shaking me. "Honey wake up everyone wants to tell you bye!"

I groggily sit up looking like a total ridiculous looking greasy clown.
I'm sure a shocked expression would be an understatement.

I fein bewilderment as the bright room comes into focus.
I raise my heavy creamy head and see a line of ten people each holding a pie.
"What the hell is going on!" I squeak out.
Now! She screams!

The first plate smashes my face.
Damn that was hard and now I'm blinded!
That plate disappears as number two lands quickly afterwards.

My head is pushed back into the pillow as shaving cream explodes everywhere.
Laughter roars from the group.

Plate after plate lands as I am forced into place with each hit.
I'm blind and can only smell shaving cream.
I try to protest and beg them to stop but nothing comes out from underneath the heavy cream.

My muffled groans are drowned out by the crowd.

My cock is about to explode through my underwear.
I'm so humiliated and also so turned on!

"Ok everyone out and stop the recording. I think our clown has had enough." My wife mockingly says.

I'm plastered to the bed and can hardly move or breathe.
I hear everyone exit and just my wife and I are left.
I'm still in shock and don't protest.

I lay back in total surrender knowing she got the best of me today.

"So you now see what happens when hubby gives me shit about doing what I want." She breaks down laughing now that her prank is complete.

"I always figured you would be turned on by this shit so I figured I would indulge you in the wildest way possible.I told them you were really an asshole earlier.

She slides her hand down into my creamy tight briefs.
A few quick strokes and I explode in ecstasy!

"Now clean this shit up! I have a party to get back to!" She says before smirking and quickly exits the room.
I let out a breathless Yes Ma'am..