WEDDED TO WANDA By Throne
Since our wedding day, my wife Wanda had been dominating me more and more until, after three months, I was totally under her thumb. After one month she had cut me off from sex, disparagingly pointing out that my penis was small and I came too soon. Then she insisted that I give her oral sex on demand, and she demanded it all the time. Next she started physically shoving me around, easy enough for her to do because she's four inches taller than me and at least 80 pounds heavier. After all that, I was still attracted to her. Not that she's pretty, with her fleshy nose and thick lips, her broad face and oversized teeth. But she has a full bust and a huge bottom, along with heavy thighs and thick firm calves. To me, her figure was sexually addictive, all that pink flesh waiting to be touched.
So, one Thursday night, I found myself where I was used to spending so much time, naked and stretched out on the mattress with my hands on her wide hips and my face pressed against her fat, hairy, pussy mound, my lips and tongue on her protruding rippled labia that she no longer bothered to wash because she got an extra kick making me clean her down there every time I served her. She had just enjoyed her second loud orgasm. I licked her through a long post-climax descent. Even after all the time I'd spent down there lapping her, she still smelled slightly rancid. And I couldn't help breathing in the stink of her ass. It was sickening but Wanda was not someone who could be reasoned with. She clapped both hands on the back of my head and mashed my features against her sweaty crotch.
In her usual critical tone she asked me, "Is your little pecker all hard from eating me?" I nodded. "Well, I don't want you jerking off. You give me better face-sex when you're horny." She laughed nastily. "Maybe I shouldn't let you EVER cum, you useless worm."
She took her hands away. Cautiously, I lifted my head enough that I was peering over her body, past the tube top she wore, overfilled with her breasts, and glimpsing her face.
"It's just," I began, "that we're married and..."
"Hey!" she snapped. "I don't want to have to see your crybaby face. Keep your mouth touching my pussy while you whine, in case I want you to start eating me again."
"I... Yes, dear," I said, my voice full of surrender. With my lips brushing her 'pink meat', as she sometimes called it, I tried again. "I was only going to say that, because we're married, we should try to..."
"To what?" Her temper was rising. "To let you jab your worthless little dick into me and shoot right off? That thing's only big enough to screw beer bottles. Speaking of which, I hope you bought more beer yesterday."
"Of course. There's some cold in the fridge now. If you'd like, I could..."
"You could get out of taking care of my needs and run to fetch me a beer? Not yet. I want to hear what stupid stuff you have to say. Let's get this over with. And you're not touching!" She sighed loudly. "If you can't keep your mouth where it belongs, put your nose in there. Maybe you can get that right."
As much as I hated it, I sank my nose halfway into her sex, which put my chin against her overweight ass. I told her, "It's just that this isn't a normal relationship, with me having to -- um -- do things for you in bed, and you never -- er -- reciprocating."
"Huh? You mean you having to munch my box all the time and me almost never letting you get off? Has your half-sized weenie gotten any bigger?"
"Of course not. There's no way that..."
"If it's all grown up and it's always going to be too small to make me finish, then we're done talking. And for wasting my time like that -- AGAIN -- you can shove your nose in down there as far as it will go and keep it there until I say to take it out."
"Yes, darling, but..."
"No 'but', or I'll make you put your sniffer there next, in my butt." She laughed at her crude pun.
Dutifully, I buried my nose into her unsavory slot. Making me do that was one of the ways she had of keeping me from forgetting my lowly place. Wanda dozed off, probably from the two orgasms I'd given her, and I had to remain in that undignified position for a half hour until she stirred. Then she irritably ordered me to get her a beer, which I did. After she took her first long swallow she put me back in my 'nose deep in the swamp' spot, as she liked to call it. I had to endure that for an additional half hour while she nursed her drink. Then, with me still not allowed to move, she put on her headset portable phone and hit one of the pre-set numbers.
"Hey, Becky," she said when her girlfriend answered. "What's going on?"
I had to listen to their inane conversation about other women, bars, and tattoos, still forbidden to move. I could picture Becky, who looked a lot like my wife, except that while Wanda had long, thick black hair, her friend had shorter, lank brown hair that she 'improved' with broad streaks of blond. Their chat meandered on until my wife asked if anything was happening that weekend.
Wanda listened. "Yeah? Really? Joey? I haven't seen him since high school. Remember how we used to call him The Cock monster, because of the huge bulge in his pants? Maybe the four of us could go out for drinks tomorrow night. Actually, we could drink and my idiot husband could be the driver. He's not that good behind the wheel, but at least there'd be one of us sober. I'd love to see Joey again."
Wanda at last finished talking. She left me down there for an extra five minutes before she got up. I watched her immense bottom roll as she walked out of the bedroom. I was so horny I couldn't think of anything but getting relief. Seeing her ass, so close and yet beyond my reach, made my frustration even worse. I slid off the bed and got to my feet. One of Wanda's rules was that I wasn't allowed to wash my face after I went down on her. She said me wanting to clean off her scent was insulting to her. Bare assed, with my small erection shamefully on display, I went after her.
"Um, so we're going out with Becky? And who else?"
"I'm going out with Becky and our old friend Joey. You're coming along, like I told her, so we'll have a driver. Joey was the hottest guy in our school. I never dated him but he always got me horny. I'd still like to get my hands on that big schlong of his." She locked eyes with me, daring me to say something.
I cleared my throat and said, "Do you think this is a good idea. I mean, if you had feelings for that guy, you know..." My words trailed off ineffectually.
"I think it's a freaking GREAT idea."
Before I saw it coming she shoved me hard in the middle of my narrow chest and sent me over backward. I landed clumsily. She drew back her bare foot and swung it toward my exposed testicles. At the last instant she stopped, an inch short of giving me an agonizing and debilitating kick. I lay there looking -- I'm sure -- terrified, my lips trembling. Wanda laughed, turned her back, paused to give me another good look at her jutting backside before she sauntered away, victorious as ever. I was already obsessing over what might happen the next night when we went out. It has always bothered me that guys stare lustfully at my wife's extreme curves. Now there was a chance that one of them would be doing more than just ogling her.
The following evening Wanda was dressed in a sleeveless top and tiny clinging skirt when my wife's friend showed up at our door. With Becky was Joey, a tall swarthy hulking guy with dark curly hair. He appeared to be Italian and Greek, or something like that, and at least a quarter Black. I shuddered as he entered our home. My wife took one look at him and rushed to his arms. He was more than happy to embrace her and, when she turned up her face and closed her eyes, to kiss her. Their lips were locked for a long time and I was certain they had their tongues in each other's mouths. I felt sick as his hands roamed up and down her back, even moving to the tops of her buttocks and lingering there.
As they stepped away from each other he said appreciatively, "Damn, woman, you've gotten even sexier since school. Those big tits and that sexy ass could keep any guy happy."
"Yeah," she said. "But it would have to be a guy who could do the same for me." She looked significantly in my direction. "But I haven't been that lucky."
He told her, "We'll have to see what we can do about that."
Very soon I was driving them to the rougher part of town and a bar Becky knew. It was a real dive, with bikers and hustlers who openly checked out Wanda and Becky, and biker chicks and sluts who appeared angrily competitive. I attracted special attention because I looked so out of place. Wanda had insisted that I wear a bright green sweater vest and a pale yellow shirt along with loose fitting gray trousers. The three others with me picked a table in the shadowy depths of the place. A waitress who could have doubled as a hooker took their order. When she returned I had to pay for their drinks and my ginger ale. After one drink Wanda started putting her hands on Joey's upper arms, praising the solidity of his biceps, and stroking his chest. Becky didn't mind that she was flirting with Joey. Instead, my wife's girlfriend pinched my slender arms -- hard -- and made jokes about how unmasculine they were.
Wanda told Joey, "I really get off on muscles."
He said, "I got a muscle that girls really get off on."
She boldly put her hand on his thigh. "You mean that love muscle us girls were always talking about in school? Some of them thought you stuffed a gym sock down your jeans."
"No, baby. It's all real. Go on, give it a feel."
As her hand moved toward his crotch I blurted out, "Wanda!," my voice sounding high and ready to crack. "You can't do that. We're married."
"Shut up, you little shit. We may be married on paper, but you're no good in bed, so I've got a right to check out real men." She giggled at Joey. "And you're sure as hell a real man."
Her hand brazenly settled on the juncture of his thighs. I started to lean toward them, about to say something else, when Becky slapped her hand against my chest and pushed me back.
She scowled at me. "They're just having fun, you a-hole. Leave them alone."
Wanda's nimble fingers unzipped Joey's fly. In the darkness of the bar she reached inside his pants. I couldn't believe what was happening as she worked free his penis, which was huge, with a bulbous head. She oohed and aahed over it, stroking lightly as it swelled. Soon his organ had grown to an astounding nine inches of thick rigidity. I thought of my own member, half that length and very slim, the head no wider than the shaft. The waitress returned, saw what was happening, and smiled devilishly.
She announced to Wanda, "You're one lucky bitch." And then said, "Ready for another round?"
They were. I paid. Becky ordered me to leave an unnecessarily large tip. Wanda still had her hand around Joey's rampant cock. To my horror, she dipped her head down and placed her lips greedily around its knob, then sucked so hard her cheeks were drawn inward.
"Dear," I said pleadingly. "You can't... can't cheat on me."
She brought her head up to sneer at me. "You idiot. Eatin' ain't cheatin'. Let's be fair about it. I can go down on Joey and you can get under the table and use your loser mouth on Becky's pussy."
As I sat there stunned, her friend said, "Sounds good, Wanda. You're always telling me that's the only thing the little jerk's good for." She laughed at me. "You heard her. Get under there. And don't worry about my panties. I'm not wearing any."
I gave my wife a last desperate look but her furious stare told me I had better not defy her. Weak-willed as ever, I sank to the dirty floor and got my head between Becky's fleshy thighs. She slid her hips forward and pulled up her skirt. Even in the dimness I could see that she had told the truth about not having on any panties. Her bushy pubes, thick labia protruding, stared me in the face. I could smell her overpowering odor. She got her fingers in my hair and yanked my mouth against her moist gash. Feeling queasy, but well conditioned by hours serving Wanda, I kissed her open, sticky cleft, lapped at it, probed with my tongue, and sucked her clit. I could hear people passing our table and talking. What if someone saw me in that demeaning position?
With my worm's eye view I saw my wife once again cap the end of Joey's engorged bone with her heavily lip sticked mouth. But this time she took it in, inch after inch, until it was deep in her throat. She had never once touched me that way. I thought I was going to begin crying as she worked down and up on that rock hard nine. Becky held my ears and rubbed my features against her now very wet pussy. She had my nose in it at one point, then was rubbing it against my chin. My entire face had become a sex toy for her. I was half out of my mind, being forced to eat someone other than my wife, while Wanda gorged herself on Joey's meat. The scene played on and on until Becky had a quaking orgasm that must have had everyone nearby watching her and, I felt sure, figuring out what was happening. As she relaxed into her afterglow, the dark stud shot his load into my wife's eager mouth. She had just the fat business end of his huge cock in her mouth and was stroking the shaft with one hand while massaging his balls with the other, as if she needed to coax every last drop of his cum out for her to feed on.
By the time she at last freed him from her mouth I was dizzy from shock and distress. Wanda grinned down at me, licked her lips lewdly, and then unhurriedly tucked Joey's flaccid penis back into his jeans and zipped him up. She sighed and told him she should have started hunting for hung men like him the night after our wedding. He told her he could hook her up with plenty of his buddies.
He said, "They're probably don't have as much as me but, you know, they're close. You're a real size whore, Wanda. I like that. How about if your jackass husband drives us back to your place for a nightcap. I still have to get Becky to her apartment so we can hit the sheets."
"No problem." She kicked me violently in the thigh. "Hurry up, craphead. My friends want to leave."
After we got home, they had a last drink and chatted for a while. As soon as they were gone, Wanda caught hold of my ear and tugged me after her to the bed. I had to undress while she did a sexy drunken striptease in front of me. Even after all I had been through, seeing her naked got me erect. She mocked my undersized penis, toyed with my receptive nipples, and turned around to rub her double-wide bottom against my crotch. Because she had denied me sex for so long, I was groaning with unfulfilled needs. That amused my wife and got her horny. She made me open my mouth and keep it that way while she spit into it several times. I could taste the salty remnants of Joey's sperm mixed with her saliva. Then she flopped back onto the mattress and spread her legs immodestly wide. I knew what she wanted and was too weak to refuse. Lying flat, I got my lower face snugly against her damp pussy and began eating her, taking my time to prolong her pleasure. Giving Joey head had gotten her wildly excited and I had to stay down there until she had been shaken by a hip-bucking orgasm and been licked through a pleasurable afterward.
Wanda turned sleepily onto her side. I was mesmerized by the high rise of her hips. She chuckled and decided out loud, "You can kiss my butt, wimp. You're sure not good for much else. And I want to be sure you know your place around here. I can't wait to meet lots of Joey's pals and get their giant cocks into my mouth. It's going to get me so wet that I'll be making you eat me all the time. This marriage is going to be a lot more fun from now on, isn't it?"
I pressed my lips to her bottom-flesh and withdrew them with a wet smack. "Yes, dear. But..." I wasn't sure how to say it. "I'm so horny. Couldn't you please just touch me down there? Or let me touch myself?" I hated asking that. "Or... something?"
"Nah. Like I told you before, when you aren't getting any, you use your mouth better. Let's see how my new cocksucking hobby works out. You can ask me again about being allowed to jerk off in about -- oh, I don't' know -- let's say two weeks. For right now you can get back to smooching my big ass until I fall asleep. I'll be dreaming about Joey's jumbo sausage, and all the other one's I'll be chowing down on. And you can nightmares about how bad I'm gonna' mistreat you every day and-- especially -- every night. Now get your dumb face between my asscheeks and give me a nice loving kiss, husband sweetie. A long, loooong kiss." She laughed evilly. "This is going to be sooooo much fun -- for ME."
I lay behind her and pressed my features between her heavy buttcheeks. It was revolting to have to kiss her that way. And the entire time I kept thinking about how Joey had told her he would do something about satisfying her sexually. Did he mean that he intended to take her to bed? I figured Becky wouldn't be jealous, she was such a slut. Besides, I would be giving my wife's girlfriend as much oral satisfaction as she craved. And if Joey and Wanda did have sex, would my wife still make me go down on her afterwards? Knowing her, she wouldn't bother to clean herself up. My throat constricted at the idea.
Wanda seemed to fall asleep. I couldn't be certain, however, so I kept my face wedged in that tight malodorous space, kept kissing her ass, for half the night, because I was so afraid of upsetting her. Most disturbing of all, I knew she had a taste for abusing me, and that the rest of my marriage would be as awful as that evening... and worse.
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Since our wedding day, my wife Wanda had been dominating me more and more until, after three months, I was totally under her thumb. After one month she had cut me off from sex, disparagingly pointing out that my penis was small and I came too soon. Then she insisted that I give her oral sex on demand, and she demanded it all the time. Next she started physically shoving me around, easy enough for her to do because she's four inches taller than me and at least 80 pounds heavier. After all that, I was still attracted to her. Not that she's pretty, with her fleshy nose and thick lips, her broad face and oversized teeth. But she has a full bust and a huge bottom, along with heavy thighs and thick firm calves. To me, her figure was sexually addictive, all that pink flesh waiting to be touched.
So, one Thursday night, I found myself where I was used to spending so much time, naked and stretched out on the mattress with my hands on her wide hips and my face pressed against her fat, hairy, pussy mound, my lips and tongue on her protruding rippled labia that she no longer bothered to wash because she got an extra kick making me clean her down there every time I served her. She had just enjoyed her second loud orgasm. I licked her through a long post-climax descent. Even after all the time I'd spent down there lapping her, she still smelled slightly rancid. And I couldn't help breathing in the stink of her ass. It was sickening but Wanda was not someone who could be reasoned with. She clapped both hands on the back of my head and mashed my features against her sweaty crotch.
In her usual critical tone she asked me, "Is your little pecker all hard from eating me?" I nodded. "Well, I don't want you jerking off. You give me better face-sex when you're horny." She laughed nastily. "Maybe I shouldn't let you EVER cum, you useless worm."
She took her hands away. Cautiously, I lifted my head enough that I was peering over her body, past the tube top she wore, overfilled with her breasts, and glimpsing her face.
"It's just," I began, "that we're married and..."
"Hey!" she snapped. "I don't want to have to see your crybaby face. Keep your mouth touching my pussy while you whine, in case I want you to start eating me again."
"I... Yes, dear," I said, my voice full of surrender. With my lips brushing her 'pink meat', as she sometimes called it, I tried again. "I was only going to say that, because we're married, we should try to..."
"To what?" Her temper was rising. "To let you jab your worthless little dick into me and shoot right off? That thing's only big enough to screw beer bottles. Speaking of which, I hope you bought more beer yesterday."
"Of course. There's some cold in the fridge now. If you'd like, I could..."
"You could get out of taking care of my needs and run to fetch me a beer? Not yet. I want to hear what stupid stuff you have to say. Let's get this over with. And you're not touching!" She sighed loudly. "If you can't keep your mouth where it belongs, put your nose in there. Maybe you can get that right."
As much as I hated it, I sank my nose halfway into her sex, which put my chin against her overweight ass. I told her, "It's just that this isn't a normal relationship, with me having to -- um -- do things for you in bed, and you never -- er -- reciprocating."
"Huh? You mean you having to munch my box all the time and me almost never letting you get off? Has your half-sized weenie gotten any bigger?"
"Of course not. There's no way that..."
"If it's all grown up and it's always going to be too small to make me finish, then we're done talking. And for wasting my time like that -- AGAIN -- you can shove your nose in down there as far as it will go and keep it there until I say to take it out."
"Yes, darling, but..."
"No 'but', or I'll make you put your sniffer there next, in my butt." She laughed at her crude pun.
Dutifully, I buried my nose into her unsavory slot. Making me do that was one of the ways she had of keeping me from forgetting my lowly place. Wanda dozed off, probably from the two orgasms I'd given her, and I had to remain in that undignified position for a half hour until she stirred. Then she irritably ordered me to get her a beer, which I did. After she took her first long swallow she put me back in my 'nose deep in the swamp' spot, as she liked to call it. I had to endure that for an additional half hour while she nursed her drink. Then, with me still not allowed to move, she put on her headset portable phone and hit one of the pre-set numbers.
"Hey, Becky," she said when her girlfriend answered. "What's going on?"
I had to listen to their inane conversation about other women, bars, and tattoos, still forbidden to move. I could picture Becky, who looked a lot like my wife, except that while Wanda had long, thick black hair, her friend had shorter, lank brown hair that she 'improved' with broad streaks of blond. Their chat meandered on until my wife asked if anything was happening that weekend.
Wanda listened. "Yeah? Really? Joey? I haven't seen him since high school. Remember how we used to call him The Cock monster, because of the huge bulge in his pants? Maybe the four of us could go out for drinks tomorrow night. Actually, we could drink and my idiot husband could be the driver. He's not that good behind the wheel, but at least there'd be one of us sober. I'd love to see Joey again."
Wanda at last finished talking. She left me down there for an extra five minutes before she got up. I watched her immense bottom roll as she walked out of the bedroom. I was so horny I couldn't think of anything but getting relief. Seeing her ass, so close and yet beyond my reach, made my frustration even worse. I slid off the bed and got to my feet. One of Wanda's rules was that I wasn't allowed to wash my face after I went down on her. She said me wanting to clean off her scent was insulting to her. Bare assed, with my small erection shamefully on display, I went after her.
"Um, so we're going out with Becky? And who else?"
"I'm going out with Becky and our old friend Joey. You're coming along, like I told her, so we'll have a driver. Joey was the hottest guy in our school. I never dated him but he always got me horny. I'd still like to get my hands on that big schlong of his." She locked eyes with me, daring me to say something.
I cleared my throat and said, "Do you think this is a good idea. I mean, if you had feelings for that guy, you know..." My words trailed off ineffectually.
"I think it's a freaking GREAT idea."
Before I saw it coming she shoved me hard in the middle of my narrow chest and sent me over backward. I landed clumsily. She drew back her bare foot and swung it toward my exposed testicles. At the last instant she stopped, an inch short of giving me an agonizing and debilitating kick. I lay there looking -- I'm sure -- terrified, my lips trembling. Wanda laughed, turned her back, paused to give me another good look at her jutting backside before she sauntered away, victorious as ever. I was already obsessing over what might happen the next night when we went out. It has always bothered me that guys stare lustfully at my wife's extreme curves. Now there was a chance that one of them would be doing more than just ogling her.
The following evening Wanda was dressed in a sleeveless top and tiny clinging skirt when my wife's friend showed up at our door. With Becky was Joey, a tall swarthy hulking guy with dark curly hair. He appeared to be Italian and Greek, or something like that, and at least a quarter Black. I shuddered as he entered our home. My wife took one look at him and rushed to his arms. He was more than happy to embrace her and, when she turned up her face and closed her eyes, to kiss her. Their lips were locked for a long time and I was certain they had their tongues in each other's mouths. I felt sick as his hands roamed up and down her back, even moving to the tops of her buttocks and lingering there.
As they stepped away from each other he said appreciatively, "Damn, woman, you've gotten even sexier since school. Those big tits and that sexy ass could keep any guy happy."
"Yeah," she said. "But it would have to be a guy who could do the same for me." She looked significantly in my direction. "But I haven't been that lucky."
He told her, "We'll have to see what we can do about that."
Very soon I was driving them to the rougher part of town and a bar Becky knew. It was a real dive, with bikers and hustlers who openly checked out Wanda and Becky, and biker chicks and sluts who appeared angrily competitive. I attracted special attention because I looked so out of place. Wanda had insisted that I wear a bright green sweater vest and a pale yellow shirt along with loose fitting gray trousers. The three others with me picked a table in the shadowy depths of the place. A waitress who could have doubled as a hooker took their order. When she returned I had to pay for their drinks and my ginger ale. After one drink Wanda started putting her hands on Joey's upper arms, praising the solidity of his biceps, and stroking his chest. Becky didn't mind that she was flirting with Joey. Instead, my wife's girlfriend pinched my slender arms -- hard -- and made jokes about how unmasculine they were.
Wanda told Joey, "I really get off on muscles."
He said, "I got a muscle that girls really get off on."
She boldly put her hand on his thigh. "You mean that love muscle us girls were always talking about in school? Some of them thought you stuffed a gym sock down your jeans."
"No, baby. It's all real. Go on, give it a feel."
As her hand moved toward his crotch I blurted out, "Wanda!," my voice sounding high and ready to crack. "You can't do that. We're married."
"Shut up, you little shit. We may be married on paper, but you're no good in bed, so I've got a right to check out real men." She giggled at Joey. "And you're sure as hell a real man."
Her hand brazenly settled on the juncture of his thighs. I started to lean toward them, about to say something else, when Becky slapped her hand against my chest and pushed me back.
She scowled at me. "They're just having fun, you a-hole. Leave them alone."
Wanda's nimble fingers unzipped Joey's fly. In the darkness of the bar she reached inside his pants. I couldn't believe what was happening as she worked free his penis, which was huge, with a bulbous head. She oohed and aahed over it, stroking lightly as it swelled. Soon his organ had grown to an astounding nine inches of thick rigidity. I thought of my own member, half that length and very slim, the head no wider than the shaft. The waitress returned, saw what was happening, and smiled devilishly.
She announced to Wanda, "You're one lucky bitch." And then said, "Ready for another round?"
They were. I paid. Becky ordered me to leave an unnecessarily large tip. Wanda still had her hand around Joey's rampant cock. To my horror, she dipped her head down and placed her lips greedily around its knob, then sucked so hard her cheeks were drawn inward.
"Dear," I said pleadingly. "You can't... can't cheat on me."
She brought her head up to sneer at me. "You idiot. Eatin' ain't cheatin'. Let's be fair about it. I can go down on Joey and you can get under the table and use your loser mouth on Becky's pussy."
As I sat there stunned, her friend said, "Sounds good, Wanda. You're always telling me that's the only thing the little jerk's good for." She laughed at me. "You heard her. Get under there. And don't worry about my panties. I'm not wearing any."
I gave my wife a last desperate look but her furious stare told me I had better not defy her. Weak-willed as ever, I sank to the dirty floor and got my head between Becky's fleshy thighs. She slid her hips forward and pulled up her skirt. Even in the dimness I could see that she had told the truth about not having on any panties. Her bushy pubes, thick labia protruding, stared me in the face. I could smell her overpowering odor. She got her fingers in my hair and yanked my mouth against her moist gash. Feeling queasy, but well conditioned by hours serving Wanda, I kissed her open, sticky cleft, lapped at it, probed with my tongue, and sucked her clit. I could hear people passing our table and talking. What if someone saw me in that demeaning position?
With my worm's eye view I saw my wife once again cap the end of Joey's engorged bone with her heavily lip sticked mouth. But this time she took it in, inch after inch, until it was deep in her throat. She had never once touched me that way. I thought I was going to begin crying as she worked down and up on that rock hard nine. Becky held my ears and rubbed my features against her now very wet pussy. She had my nose in it at one point, then was rubbing it against my chin. My entire face had become a sex toy for her. I was half out of my mind, being forced to eat someone other than my wife, while Wanda gorged herself on Joey's meat. The scene played on and on until Becky had a quaking orgasm that must have had everyone nearby watching her and, I felt sure, figuring out what was happening. As she relaxed into her afterglow, the dark stud shot his load into my wife's eager mouth. She had just the fat business end of his huge cock in her mouth and was stroking the shaft with one hand while massaging his balls with the other, as if she needed to coax every last drop of his cum out for her to feed on.
By the time she at last freed him from her mouth I was dizzy from shock and distress. Wanda grinned down at me, licked her lips lewdly, and then unhurriedly tucked Joey's flaccid penis back into his jeans and zipped him up. She sighed and told him she should have started hunting for hung men like him the night after our wedding. He told her he could hook her up with plenty of his buddies.
He said, "They're probably don't have as much as me but, you know, they're close. You're a real size whore, Wanda. I like that. How about if your jackass husband drives us back to your place for a nightcap. I still have to get Becky to her apartment so we can hit the sheets."
"No problem." She kicked me violently in the thigh. "Hurry up, craphead. My friends want to leave."
After we got home, they had a last drink and chatted for a while. As soon as they were gone, Wanda caught hold of my ear and tugged me after her to the bed. I had to undress while she did a sexy drunken striptease in front of me. Even after all I had been through, seeing her naked got me erect. She mocked my undersized penis, toyed with my receptive nipples, and turned around to rub her double-wide bottom against my crotch. Because she had denied me sex for so long, I was groaning with unfulfilled needs. That amused my wife and got her horny. She made me open my mouth and keep it that way while she spit into it several times. I could taste the salty remnants of Joey's sperm mixed with her saliva. Then she flopped back onto the mattress and spread her legs immodestly wide. I knew what she wanted and was too weak to refuse. Lying flat, I got my lower face snugly against her damp pussy and began eating her, taking my time to prolong her pleasure. Giving Joey head had gotten her wildly excited and I had to stay down there until she had been shaken by a hip-bucking orgasm and been licked through a pleasurable afterward.
Wanda turned sleepily onto her side. I was mesmerized by the high rise of her hips. She chuckled and decided out loud, "You can kiss my butt, wimp. You're sure not good for much else. And I want to be sure you know your place around here. I can't wait to meet lots of Joey's pals and get their giant cocks into my mouth. It's going to get me so wet that I'll be making you eat me all the time. This marriage is going to be a lot more fun from now on, isn't it?"
I pressed my lips to her bottom-flesh and withdrew them with a wet smack. "Yes, dear. But..." I wasn't sure how to say it. "I'm so horny. Couldn't you please just touch me down there? Or let me touch myself?" I hated asking that. "Or... something?"
"Nah. Like I told you before, when you aren't getting any, you use your mouth better. Let's see how my new cocksucking hobby works out. You can ask me again about being allowed to jerk off in about -- oh, I don't' know -- let's say two weeks. For right now you can get back to smooching my big ass until I fall asleep. I'll be dreaming about Joey's jumbo sausage, and all the other one's I'll be chowing down on. And you can nightmares about how bad I'm gonna' mistreat you every day and-- especially -- every night. Now get your dumb face between my asscheeks and give me a nice loving kiss, husband sweetie. A long, loooong kiss." She laughed evilly. "This is going to be sooooo much fun -- for ME."
I lay behind her and pressed my features between her heavy buttcheeks. It was revolting to have to kiss her that way. And the entire time I kept thinking about how Joey had told her he would do something about satisfying her sexually. Did he mean that he intended to take her to bed? I figured Becky wouldn't be jealous, she was such a slut. Besides, I would be giving my wife's girlfriend as much oral satisfaction as she craved. And if Joey and Wanda did have sex, would my wife still make me go down on her afterwards? Knowing her, she wouldn't bother to clean herself up. My throat constricted at the idea.
Wanda seemed to fall asleep. I couldn't be certain, however, so I kept my face wedged in that tight malodorous space, kept kissing her ass, for half the night, because I was so afraid of upsetting her. Most disturbing of all, I knew she had a taste for abusing me, and that the rest of my marriage would be as awful as that evening... and worse.
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