A DEMANDING WIFE

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A DEMANDING WIFEWeesy wasn’t the type of woman most guys would lust after. She didn’t have a prettyface, her eyes deep set and her lips very fleshy. Her dark hair was long and thickbut naturally crimped. Her eyebrows were too full and she didn’t bother to pluckthem. There was a slight sheen to her forehead and cheeks because of excess oilfrom her skin. So why was Kelton attracted to her? The obvious reason was heroverweight body, with many of the excess pounds settled in her bust, hips, buttocksand thighs. He lusted after those curves. Also, her lack of attractiveness madehim think that he could succeed with her. After all, a short, slender guy like him,with little dating experience, couldn’t be choosy. And it didn’t help him that hehad a laughably small penis. So all of those factors came together to make himhaltingly ask her out one day, while they were in the lunchroom of the large officewhere she worked as a secretary and he struggled as a junior account manager. Shesat there, her massive bottom bulging over the sides of the hard-seated plasticchair, a messy cheeseburger in one hand and a couple french fries in the other. There was grease at the corners of her wide mouth and on those blubbery lips. Shelooked up at him while he stood there, stuffed fries into mouth on top of apartially chewed bite of burger, and said through all that food, “Yeah, I guess. Whatever. You can take me out to dinner tonight after work. Right after work.”He thanked her and said in a voice that sounded apologetic, “I’ll meet you at theelevators. We can go wherever you like.” She nodded and took a drink of her sugarysoda. No diet drinks for Weesy. Kelton stole another glance at those big tits ofhers and how they almost laid on the table when she bent far forward to let somejuice drip from her sandwich onto the plate. He shuddered inside. She had on astretchy top that molded itself to her contours, as well as snug slacks. In somestrange way her acceptance of his invitation had affected him deeply and hisu*********s mind decided that he would do whatever was necessary, would do ANYTHING,to prevent losing her. So off they went to their dinner date. She picked a nearbypizza place and ordered a whole pie topped with anchovies, pepperoni, and mushrooms.Kelton didn’t enjoy any of those extras but said nothing. He forced down twoslices but didn’t have to eat any more because she gobbled down the rest of it. Weesy also got a large soda, while he limited himself to a small. She noticed howhe let her make the decisions and followed her lead when she talked about whateverpopped into her mind, mostly reality TV shows and guys she had dated. The lattersubject upset him. She went on and on about dates who wanted sex right away and howshe didn’t mind giving it to them, but then she would never see them again. Keltonblurted out that if it were him, he would stay with her. When he realized that hewas talking about them having sex he blushed deeply. Then he mumbled somethingabout just meaning that he really liked her. She let him squirm for a few momentsbefore saying, “Why don’t you come to my apartment?” “You mean now?” “Sure.”In a happy daze he walked with her the few blocks to where she lived. Weesy stoppedon the way at a newsstand and grabbed half a dozen candy bars which she let him payfor. Her apartment was on the second floor and, as he followed her up the steps, hewas mesmerized by her double-wide, rolling backside. As they entered he was struckby the untidiness of the place. There was take-out food packaging, empty snack foodbags, and discarded soda bottle and cans all over the place. She had left a copy ofPlaygal on the coffee table and it was opened to a two-page spread of an alarminglywell hung young guy. Kelton mentally compared himself to the model and was ashamedof how poorly he stacked up. She didn’t bother to close the magazine as she droppedher bottom onto the sofa. He went to sit beside her but she told him to go and gether a bottle of fruit juice from the fridge. He thought that at least she wasdrinking one healthy thing, but it turned out the beverage didn’t contain any realfruit juice. With a sigh he started back to her. Weesy had thrown one leg up onthe sofa, showing off her black shoe with the medium stacked heel. He licked hislips u*********sly as he handed her the drink. She patted the spot in front of herleg. He sat gingerly and then she d****d the leg across his shoulders and said,”Look, you told me that if we had sex you would stay with me. That’s like apromise. Right?” “Well… yes.” “And you would have whatever kind of sex Iwanted?” Kelton was desperate enough that he couldn’t think of any type of sex hewouldn’t like, so he said yes again, this time even managing to put some convictioninto his voice. Weesy grinned and said, “Cool. Let’s go to my bedroom.” She moved her leg and he stood up. Then she got onto her feet and put her armsaround him. When she gave him a hug he almost melted. Those massive boobs weremashed against his narrow chest. She laughed softly at his helplessness, releasedhim, and strolled confidently away. He followed eagerly. edirne escort When they got to her bedshe ordered Kelton to kneel and remove her shoes, then to take down her pants. Thepanties she had on were white and thin, so he could see the darkness of herovergrown pubic bush through them. She made him take them off her. Not botheringto get the rest of the way undressed, she flopped back on the bed with her legs wellapart. He gawked at her lewdly exposed gash, with its protruding, rippled lips. Weesy told him, “All right, loverboy. Strip down. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Hewished the lights were off or at least dimmed but realized that wasn’t going tohappen. Having no alternative, he undid his trousers and let them fall. With themstill around his ankles he unbuttoned his shirt. Soon he was down to only hisjockey shorts. When he dropped them Weesy snorted derisively. He knew she wasreacting to the sight of his undersized penis and near absence of hair down there. She announced, “Okay, time to keep your promise to me. Get between my legs give myhoneypot a big kiss. A big DEEP kiss.” He suddenly felt dizzy. She wanted him touse his mouth on her vagina? That was one type of sex Kelton hadn’t considered. All at once he wanted to retreat but his need for her acceptance was too strong. Taking a long breath, he knelt between her hefty thighs, lay on his belly, gratefulthat at least he was hiding his small dick, and put his face directly in front ofher moist, parted labia. The smell was overpowering. It was unpleasant and promised an even worse taste. Heextended his tongue, closed his eyes, inched forward and licked her cleft frombottom to top. He knew enough from reading dirty stories on-line, even though heusually skimmed over the oral sex scenes, to linger on her clitoris, to lick andthen suck it. Weesy rewarded him with a loud sigh. She shifted her hips, gettingcomfortable and, at the same time, rubbing her smelly mound against his face. Hekept lapping and sucking, happy to be able to give her pleasure, eager to get anequivalent payback. He pictured her lavishing oral attention on his penis and thatkept him going as he got her more and more excited. Finally, after a long quarterhour, she exploded wetly. Kelton had to work to keep up with her juicy output. Atlast she settled down. He pulled his face away, wet from nose to chin, her pungentscent strong on his skin, but she grabbed his hair and shoved him back into place. “More,” she moaned petulantly. “Don’t stop.” He took a deep breath and resumedpleasuring her. After an added half hour she had a second wild ride of a climax. Then, with a final twenty minutes of slurping, he gave her yet another delirious,quaking orgasm. Weesy relaxed. Before he could move she raised her knees and toldhim, “Lick my butt crack, Kelty. That would feel soooo good.” Then, in a firmervoice she added, “Don’t ruin my mood.” He felt threatened and, even though hedidn’t want to, got his nose into the unwashed valley of her behind and began to usehis tongue. She purred happily. After keeping him at it for a quarter hour shesaid seductively, “Hey, baby, you know what would feel really good? If you gave mea kiss back there. You know where. A nice DEEP kiss.” He paused. She couldn’t be serious. But everything that had happened up until thenmade him continue. He used his tongue the way she wanted, hating the taste frominside her. She squirmed contentedly against his face and didn’t let him stop untilshe was certain that he knew his place in their relationship. Then she told him tostand up alongside the bed. He did and she put her pudgy fingers on his stifflittle pecker. Weesy said, “It’s so tiny and cute. Look how I can completely coverit with my hand.” She giggled. “But I’m not going to finish you. Once a guy getsoff he loses interest. And I plan to keep you very interested, very horny, soyou’ll always be ready to do your best with your talented mouth on my cooze. Won’tthat be nice for me?” He wanted to point out that, as nice as it would be for her,it would be awful for him to be given blue balls just so she could selfishly haveher own needs fulfilled. But he didn’t. Her manipulation of his penis feltincredibly pleasant. She rolled onto her side without stopping. He gazed longinglydown at her heavy boobs. She used her unoccupied hand to tease his nipples, makinghim gasp and breath hard. Weesy brought him to the edge twice before she stoppedand left him standing there awkwardly, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip ofhis neglected member. She rolled onto her front and said sleepily, “You stay rightthere while I nap. That way you’ll be available if I want any more specialattention.” Then she drifted off to sleep. Too intimidated to disobey, he stoodthere, his erection wilting. For the next hour he couldn’t stop looking at her widebottom, full thighs, and sturdy calves. Even her small feet intrigued him. When she finally awoke it was to testily order him to fetch her a can of soda andbag of corn puffs. For the next several hours she kept him naked while she put on arobe and watched TV. He had to be there escort edirne for whatever she required, which includedmore snacks, a second soda, a foot rub, and then being her human footstool. Makinghim serve her was such an aphrodisiac that by the end she had him kneeling betweenher widely spread thighs eating her while she watched two episodes of Full ArmoredJousting. That program always got her excited with its young guys, violenthorseback encounters, and high testosterone levels. Weesy told him more than oncenot to finish her before the second episode was over. She had a hip-jerking finalethat almost smothered him. To give one more demonstration of her power over him,she made Kelton keep his face pressed against her soaked hairy mound while shetreated herself to another two hours of TV. He couldn’t see any of it and, wheneveranything interesting was being said, she clamped her well upholstered thighs overhis ears so he couldn’t hear, either. All that time she was thinking that shewanted to keep this one-sided relationship going and going and going. For the next three months she moved forward with her plan, keeping Kelton yearning,teasing him sexually, making him wait on her, not letting him be with other people,and most of all using him as her sex slave. Weesy made sure to remind him over andover that he was inadequate for real sex and that no other woman would be soforgiving about it as she was. The few times she permitted him to cum, she madesure it came with a price. He would be ordered into the missionary position, butforbidden to do more than touch her succulent cleft with the end of his penis. Itgot him maddeningly aroused. Then she would toy with his receptive nipples until hewas groaning from frustration. At last, when he was on the verge of exploding, shewould rub her pussy against his overstimulated dick-head and force him to spurt. His mess would go all over her rubbery outer lips. Then, while he was still tryingto enjoy his rare relief, she would snap at him to get his face down there and cleanher up, keeping him at it until she had at least one orgasm. Consuming his ownejaculate was the cost of his occasional cums. At the end of those twelve weeks shehit him with the bombshell, deciding out loud, “We need to get married, Kelton. Itdoesn’t make any sense for you to keep paying rent on your place. You’ll move inhere and pay my rent. Then we’ll get hitched.” He looked around him at the messthat he was constantly working to clean up. Then he looked at Weesy, lounging onher sofa, wearing only a tube top, her pudgy belly, wide hips, furry snatch, fatthighs, firm calves and dirty feet all on display. He swallowed hard and got ontohis knees, as if proposing, and told her, “Yes, Weesy, we should. I love you. Iwant to live here with you.” She had the hook in deep but still didn’t want to riskit slipping out. So she had him sit alongside her and put his head on her lap. That got him hard instantly, even thought it also forced him to breath in thechoking stink of her sweaty crotch. Soon they were wed. On their wedding night she granted him limited contact with herpussy. He was allowed to put the entire head of his immature dick inside before sherushed him into premature ejaculation. Then she made a joke about how he had noself control, even as she was pushing him down there for his usual messy cleaningjob. She had him so firmly under her thumb that he was actually grateful to begiven even that limited version of intercourse. His hopes rose unrealistically andhis love deepened pathetically. She congratulated herself on how utterly he hadbeen brought under her control and decided that it would soon be time for her tobegin cheating on him. More and more she taunted him about being BIB — Bad In Bed– and soon was joking that his inability gave her the right to seek satisfactionelsewhere. He got nervous but kept telling himself that it was just her k**dingaround. He was so deep into denial that when she started calling a guy she haddated once before, Gunner, he blamed himself because of his lack of conversationalskills. Then she said that she was going out with Gunner for a drink. Kelton gottipsy after one beer, so he rationalized that she wanted someone who could hold hisalcohol. What she always referred to as a Real Man. When Gunner came to pick herup, Kelton saw what kind of man he was: tall and powerful, with a beer gut andthick, drooping mustache. He had on a tank top and jeans, along with heavy-soledwork shoes. Why couldn’t she see how much better of a dresser Kelton was, with hispastel dress shirts, neat slacks, and well shined shoes? Gunner looked down at theshorter man with an expression of total contempt. He said, “I can see why your hotwife wants to go out with me. You’re less than nothing, you loser. I’m sure shejust married you for your paycheck.” Weesy laughed and added, “Plus, he picks upafter me, does all the housework, and eats pussy like he’s trying out for TheLesbian Olympics.” Gunnar guffawed rudely at that and commented, “That’s funny. You turned him into a male lesbian. Except that any real dyke wouldn’t edirne escortbayan want him. She’d just smack him around and send him home to you crying like a little boy.” “Yeah,” she agree. “And he’s got a little boy dick to go along with that.” When they left, Kelton started right away with his housework. He would have likedto have put on the cable TV’s classical music station, but she had forbidden that. She had also taken away his rights to coffee, sweets, books, magazines, and mostfoods he liked. He wasn’t even allowed to make phone calls. She made him kiss herpussy and ass good morning and good night. He also had to taste her right beforemeals, so that his appetite would be spoiled. She delighted in ruining any chancehe had to relax or enjoy himself. His two main pursuits were keeping her pussysated and desperately trying to earn himself the occasional orgasm. As hehand-laundered her panties, getting extra wired up just from touching them, hecouldn’t stop feeling sorry for himself. At the same time, she had done such a goodjob of convincing him that everything was his fault, that he had earned all herpunishments and restrictions, that he blamed himself for all his troubles. And hekept thinking about Weesy’s oversized curves and imagining Gunner’s hands all overthem. She had said they were only going out for a drink but she had also beenmaking so many of those comments about needing A Real Man to fulfill her needs. Hewinced as he pictured the towering Gunner holding her, tracing the contours of herbody with his big calloused fingers. In Kelton’s mind’s eye he saw them kissing. So starved was the wimpy husband for sex that even images of another man possessinghis wife gave him an erection. He was shamed by that. When all the panties werewashed and hung on the line with miniature clothespins bought just for that purpose,he hurried to begin his vacuuming. Weesy couldn’t abide the noise of the vacuumcleaner so he had to use it when she was out. Kelton started to sniffle. Shecouldn’t be unfaithful to him, could she?He got his answer when his full-figured bride returned. She gave Gunner a long kissin the apartment’s doorway before saying goodnight to him. She smelled of beer andbar food, and her clothes and hair were disarranged. She smiled lopsidedly at herhusband and pulled her stretchy top up over her head and off. Her hefty tits sprungfree, unhampered by a bra. There were bite marks, love bites, all over them. Shechuckled at his shocked expression and, in case he still had any doubts said,”Gunner put those there. And yes, he fucked me. I sucked on his cock, which ishuge, and then he rammed it into me and slammed me for over a half hour, a hell of alot longer than you could ever last.” Kelton began to cry. She stuck out he loverlip to mock him and said, “Poor baby. Doesn’t have a full-sized prick so his wifehas to get humped by somebody else. Well, get used to it, loser, because Gunnerliked it and he says he wants sex with me about three times a week. Between his bigcock and your well trained tongue, I’ll finally have all the fun I want.” His mouthopened and closed but no words came out. She sneered at him and said, “In fact,after the two hard, deep orgasms Gunner gave me, all I need to make my date nightperfect is a few of those soft cums you give me with your mouth, weakling. And Imean RIGHT NOW.” He looked at her with incomplete comprehension and said, “But, didyou clean up after…?” “After Gunner fucked me like a street corner whore? Nah, Iwas too knocked out to bother. You can make me nice and fresh when you go down onme for your midnight snack. And that’s what you’ll be doing after every one of mydates with him, so get used to it, wimpy.”That was the worst night so far for Kelton. He was thoroughly sickened by havingto lap up and gulp down all the thick salty spunk her date had left behind. Eventually she had her climax and he was allowed to stop, but she warned him not towash the mess off his face or rinse his mouth or even drink anything. “I want youto taste his slime all night long.” She laughed wickedly. “It’ll help you get usedto it.” Kelton knew he would NEVER get used to such a disgusting act. It made himfeel like even less of a man than usual. But she was true to her intentions andwent out with Gunner three or four times weekly, had great sex, came home andwouldn’t shut up about how her lover was GIB –Good In Bed — before she made hercuckolded husband slurp up the big ape’s cum while working her gradually to anorgasm. Kelton was sickened but always did as he was told. Making him disgracehimself that way, as well as breaking his heart every time she cheated, got herwildly horny, so that she was demanding oral sex from him even more than before. Weesy cut back on his orgasms until he was desperate for the once-a-month releaseshe permitted so that she could make him lap up his own small output of thin jizz. It delighted her to have him eat her ass, sometimes making him keep his face in thesweaty crack of her butt afterwards, while she napped for an hour or more. Shecouldn’t imagine a better situation for her to be in. Best of all, she knew thather weakling husband was completely under her spell and that she could prolong hismisery for decades. Sometimes she wondered what would be left of him by their 20thanniversary. It would be fun to find out.******

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