Battering, Cheating Wife

BATTERING, CHEATING WIFE. By Throne I came home from work after putting in an hour of overtime. My wife Bonnie was waiting for me with a scowl on her broad face. She is nearly six feet tall and heavy, with plenty of her excess weight residing in her hips, ass and thighs. In tight jeans and a too-small top that showed off her soft belly, she was an imposing sight. Her feet were bare and dirty, long black hair oily and lank. Bonnie doesn't have a pretty face. Her eyes are small, nose fleshy, and lips very thick. She has the beginning of a double chin, too. So you can imagine what a sight she is when she's angry. Besides, she's nearly a foot taller than me. I'm slender, with small hands and feet. My features are fine. My sandy hair is already thinning, even though I'm only in my mid-20s, like my wife. I closed the door behind me and she stood there, blocking my way and sneering down at me. "So, you like to play perverted porn games on the internet, do you?" "What? I mean..." Oh no. I had left the computer on the night before, gone to sit in the living room, and fallen asleep. "You saw... ?" "Your sick little fantasies. They're really interesting, wimp. You do like to be called 'wimp', don't you? Or 'loser'? I was reading your letters on the Cheating Wives site. You really go into a lot of details." "B... but that's just fantasy. I wouldn't want any of that to really happen." She smacked me hard across the face with her open hand and sent me staggering backward into the door. I bounced and stumbled toward her, right into a hard punch aimed at my midsection. That put me on my knees. I looked up at her pleadingly. "Please, Bonnie. Honey. Getting hit wasn't in my letters. That's not what I want." "No, asshole, but it's what I want. Among other things. We have company coming in about a half hour. Get out of your suit and into something that doesn't make you look like a complete idiot. We're going to be discussing your secret life with my friend Charlene. Oh, and I really like the name you use to sign your letters. Chump Hubby. That's perfect for you." I wanted to say something, anything, in my defense, but was still too sore from being hit and too scared as well. I got shakily to my feet and went to get changed. The situation was bad and I could tell it was going to get worse. My wife's friend Charlene hated me and was always telling Bonnie I was worthless. I shuddered as I got out of my clothes. Then, standing in front of the full length mirror, I couldn't help but stare at my undersized genitals. My dick is a laughable two skinny inches soft and only expands to three skinny inches hard. Bonnie used that as an excuse to deny me sex, pointing out that I couldn't satisfy her, and to make me use my mouth on her hairy, unwashed pussy instead. She knew how much her lack of cleanliness disgusted me, and made a point to tell me things like, "I've worn these panties for two days" or "I really sweated like a pig while I was out spending your money". Less than an hour later I was dressed in cargo shorts and a black T-shirt, trying to give the impression that I was halfway stylish. I hoped that might weigh in my favor. Then Charlene arrived. She looks a lot like my wife except bustier, and was wearing a skirt so short that it showed off her heavy legs almost to the tops of her thighs, and a snug top that made it obvious she had on no bra. Charlene gave me a look that said I was garbage in her eyes. Then she straight-armed me, nearly knocking me off my feet, and strode by. The two big women sat in the living room and my wife ordered me to get them a couple of beers. They drink some horrible cheap stuff. I mean, if they would at least try a few micro brews they might find that they liked them. But no, all they wanted was their usual, and when they got it they sent me back to the kitchen for chips and dip. Then I had to sit on a hard wooden chair, off to the side, while they enjoyed the comfort of the sofa and discussed my fate. "I'm really sick of him," Bonnie said firmly. "All he's good for is eating my cunt. And now, finding that he has these sick dreams about me cheating on him..." "Yeah, I know," Charlene told her. "My Eddie is just as perverted. About a month ago I walked in on him in the bathroom with the hamper open and a pair of my dirty panties in his hand. He had them over his face so he didn't even see me. And his other hand was on his little dingus, stroking it. I smacked him really hard in the back of the head and just about gave him a heart attack." They both laughed at that. "Then I made him confess that he had been wanking for over a year. He tried to say it was because I almost never had sex with him but I said it was just because he's a sick fuck." "So what are you going to do? Leave him?" "Hell no. I did what you should do. I gave him his screwed up fantasy but I did it until I went way past what he wanted. Now I wear my panties for three days at a time and then I make him sniff them and suck the crotches and lick the skidmarks in the seats. I have him jerk himself while I watch, which really embarrasses him..." She paused for effect. "...but I don't let the asshole finish himself. He has to walk around with blue balls all the time. And the hornier I get him, the more desperate he is to please me. That means he does all the housework, buys me shit I want, and uses his mouth on me all the time in bed. But it's never enough. I keep him dangling and run his life 24/7." "Damn, girl, I'm getting hot just thinking of treating my chump husband like that. Did I tell you, that's the name he uses on-line. Chump Hubby. I think that's what I'll call him from now on." She turned to me with disrespect written on her unpretty face. "Yo, Chump Hubby. Drop your pants and get down on your knees." I stood up, feeling my legs trembling. "Please, dearest. I'm so sorry. A lot of guys visit those sites. It doesn't mean..." My voice froze as she sprang to her feet and rushed toward me. Without stopping she punched me hard in the center of the chest. I couldn't breath. Then she slammed her knee into my balls. I gagged on pain and collapsed, to lay there in a fetal ball. Bonnie rubbed the bottom of her filthy foot over my lips and nose, pressing hard enough to hurt. I finally managed to get to my knees. "Drop the damned pants," she commanded. "NOW." I undid my trousers and worked them down over my thighs, then lowered my jockey shorts as well. It was shameful to have Charlene see me bossed around, beaten up, and half naked, but I was too scared of more physical abuse to not obey. Then Bonnie sat back down and told me to crawl to her. This time I didn't hesitate, despite the excruciating pain between my legs. When I was in front of her on hands and knees she told me to stay that way. Then, to Charlene, she said, "You never liked him. Why don't you give him a good hard kick in his little nuggets, too?" With a chuckle her girlfriend got up and moved behind me. She had on black leather shoes with stacked heels and square toes. I could imagine the agony of having her launch one of those into my vulnerable testicles. I whimpered and sniffled but didn't try to avoid what was coming. She hesitated, not -- I was sure -- out of second thoughts, but probably to savor the moment -- and to let me anticipate it for those added seconds. Then she drew back her overweight leg and swung hard, striking my balls full force and making me lurch forward so that my head hit the wooden frame of the sofa. The pain was incapacitating. I could only lay there, face up, while Bonnie gave my features another going over with her unwashed feet. Then, as if nothing unusual had happened, they resumed chatting. "What you need to do now," Charlene told my eagerly listening wife, "is to give him his cheating wife fantasy. Give him a double dose of it." "Sounds good. I wish I could start right now." "My brother Jake just moved back into town. He's always been hot for you and I know you like him." "Yeah, especially since I talked to Kate and she told him about his monster cock and how he can keep it up all night long." "Really. But she broke up with him awhile back. They're still friends and all, you know. She just wanted to get back together with Tony after he got out of jail." "Cool. You got Jake's phone number?" Charlene dug her cell out of her large, overstuffed shoulderbag. She had Jake on pre-set and dialed him, grinning down at me as if to show how happy she was to be destroying any hope my marriage still had. Jake answered, she told him where she was, and that Bonnie wanted to talk to him. My wife accepted the cell from her. "Hey, Jake," she began. "My asswipe of a husband turned out to be a total perv. He gets off on the idea of me cheating on him. So that's exactly what I'm going to give him. And I figure you're the perfect stud to make it happen. If you want to party, I'll send him out to get us a bottle. Really? I feel the same about you, baby. Give me about a half hour, okay? I can't wait to get a look at that huge cock I hear you've got." I was sickened by her crass invitation to Jake. She ordered me to get to my feet and drive to a nearby bar, to pick up whiskey at their package store. Charlene wanted vodka. They added beer, soda and snacks to the order. It would cost me all the money in my wallet, which was never much because Bonnie controlled how much of my own pay I was allowed to have. I drove off, still very sore, feeling miserable, knowing that my wife was about to commit infidelity. As low of an opinion as she had of me already, how much worse would it be after she had taken Jake to our bed. I would never be able to look at her again without thinking about it. Worst of all, it was my own fault for letting her discover my secrets. I had been excited by the idea of a wife cuckolding her spouse, but now that it was happening to me I didn't know what to think. As I drove, however, and the pain of being hit and kicked receded, I felt a strange excitement. When I returned, Jake was just pulling up in his sleek lowslung car. He gunned the engine a few times to let everyone know that he had done whatever it is they do to make a car louder and faster. Then he got out, six feet two of swaggering, threatening toughness. I sank down in my seat. He strode over and sneered down at me. "You're the chump?" he wanted to know. "I... guess so," I replied, sounding as broken as I felt. "And you went and got the booze?" "Yes sir," I said, unconsciously trying to calm him by my submissive form of address. "Then get it the fuck into the house. I'm thirsty." Everything was in a box in my trunk. I labored to carry it, having trouble with the weight. When it was all in the kitchen and put away, they helped themselves to whatever they wanted. There were a few dirty items in the sink. My wife isn't much of a housekeeper. One of them was a glass that she had used the night before when she made herself a root beer float. There was residue in it, as well as water that had been sitting there all day. She took it out and handed it to me. "There, now you've got a drink too." She took a swallow from her whiskey and ginger ale. "Or do you think you're too good to drink with us?" "N... no," I said meekly before I took a long swallow. They all laughed at me. Then Jake, as cruel as the other two, picked a bowl out of the sink that still had gravy and congealed fat in it. He ran some hot water into it, swished it around, made me hold out my glass, and poured the sickening remains in to fill me up again. I nodded and said, "Thank you, Sir." "No problem, Chumpy." We settled into the living room, with Jake and my wife on the sofa, close together. Charlene plopped her massive ass onto the couch and patted a spot next to her, letting me know that I was to sit there. I uneasily put myself next to her, my slender thigh, bare below the shorts, against her uncovered upper leg. I was still feeling those odd sensations, unhappy that any of this was stimulating me yet somehow eager for more. My fantasies were working to make me the captive of the nasty games that were being played. Bonnie and Jake locked lips, making no effort to hide the fact that they were sliding their tongues against each other. One of his broad hands closed over her breast and squeezed it. She rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans and then unzipped him. I looked on in horror as she worked free his massive cock and gave it a few unhurried strokes, making it grow to its full length of eight thick inches. I mentally compared what little I had to offer. Charlene pinched my ear hard. "Come on, hot shot. Take a swig of your drink. Then lose those stupid looking shorts. I want to have some fun, too." I swallowed half of the greasy water. Utterly humiliated by having to expose myself in front of another male, I nevertheless stood and, for the second time that day, stripped from the waist down. Bonnie pointed out my undersized dick to the guy who had now bared her tits. He said he could see why all I was able to get hot about was having someone else screw her, since I obviously couldn't handle a real woman myself. Then she giggled and lowered her head to his lap, licking his rampant cock for a full minute before demonstrating that she could deep throat the entire organ. Charlene stood and had me peel down her panties. I could smell her feminine center, which was even more pungent than my wife's. My stomach rolled. She took a plastic baggie from her bag and stuffed the panties into it, then zip locked it, saying that she woud have fun later making her husband spend an hour with them on his tongue. She sat again, shoving her wide hips out to the edge of the couch and spreading her knees far apart, so that her brief skirt rode up and her hairy pussy was lewdly shown off. I had to kneel and kiss the insides of her fat thighs, working my way slowly higher. At the same time I could hear Bonnie encouraging Jake. "Oh, man, that is one fucking gorgeous cock. And tasty, too." I heard her suck loudly on it, finishing with a wet pop as she let it free. "I can't wait to have it crammed all the way into my slot. My chump husband is a big zero in bed. Well, he's not even big. You saw his baby dick. He's just a zero. When I used to let him get his miniature thingy close enough to touch my twat, he went off before he could get any further. But you, baby, I know you're going to ride me hard and long. I can already feel my pussy getting stretched and how much you're going to make me cum." Charlene made me sit up on my heels. She told the others, "He really is a freak. His little dick is standing up. He's getting off on you cheating, Bonnie." "Good," she said. "I'll make sure he gets as much of this as he can stand. And a lot more." That was when Charlene dragged my face against her plump hairy mound with its wet protruding labia. I got a taste of her juices and my throat constricted. It was awful but when she slapped the back of my head a few times I took her cue and began to lick and suck as if I was enjoying it. Maybe, in some weird way, I was, because my penis didn't soften one bit. She kept me at it until I have her a loud, hip-shaking climax. Then Jake announced that he and Bonnie were moving to the bedroom. My wife asked him if Charlene could bring me in and make me watch. He answered, "Sure. It's what the shithead wants, isn't it?" I wanted to tell them it wasn't but that wouldn't have made any difference. They entered the bedroom and Charlene dragged me in by the hair. She sat on Bonnie's make-up chair and made me stand alongside her. The happy couple got onto the bed and began foreplay in earnest. Charlene made me get undressed the rest of the way. Then she made me toy with my nipples, which only added to my unwanted stimulation. My wife was about to get violated and I was somehow getting off on it. Bonnie threw up her legs and Jake moved in under them, so she could hook them over his shoulders. He positioned the knob of his cock against her waiting entrance and paused. She begged him to ram her and added a few more insults toward my inadequate equipment and lack of staying power. Then he buried himself inside her in one long stroke, making my wife cry out loudly with pleasure. I moaned. Charlene snickered and pinched my ass hard. Then she reached between my legs and tugged violently on my damaged balls. It hurt but I kept getting more sexually worked up. Jake pumped my wife hard and had her squirming under him. She told him she would be his slut and that he could have her anytime he wanted. He made her swear that I would never have my 'pathetic dick' inside her. There had been almost no chance of that happening anyway, but hearing her say it still gave me pangs of regret. They set up a rhythm, thrusting at each other, until Bonnie had a noisy orgasm. Then he slowed down and, making my past efforts appear ridiculous, built her slowly to a second climax, nearly as spirited as the first. At the peak of her reaction he allowed himself to shoot. They maintained their sexual high for several prolonged moments before at last sinking into a warm afterglow. Jake slid out of her and rolled onto his back. My wife sighed deeply several times. Charlene pointed out to me that his generous load of sperm was running out of her pussy. I tried to wish away my persistent erection but it refused to wilt. "Hey," Jake said, suddenly inspired. "We don't want all that spunk I dumped to get on the sheets. Come on, Chumpy. Get up between your sweet lay-of-a-wife's legs and put your face down there. Lick it alllll up before it gets away." Even the women were startled by that disgusting idea. But only for a few seconds. Then it struck them how degrading it would be for me to have to lap up -- and swallow -- the mess of warm ejaculate another man had just deposited in my own wife's body. I realized it, too, and knew it would absolutely seal my fate, finalize my reduced status as less than a man, as nothing even close to a husband. I would be a source of amusement, an object of ridicule, and a target for abuse, verbal and physical, from then on. I imagined myself suffering more blows, more kicks to my groin, and who knew what else. Even as I was thinking all that, I was unresistingly putting myself into position for my humiliating task. My face was directly in front of Bonnie's well-fucked cunt. Saying goodbye to my manhood, I began to slurp up everything Jake had left and gulp it down. By the time they permitted me to stop I was at the absolute depth of degradation -- but also at the height of my shameful fantasy. They had given me more than I thought I wanted but my eager dick told us all otherwise. That was three weeks ago. Since then Bonnie has regularly cheated with Jake. She smacks me around every day. Charlene comes to visit a lot and doesn't hesitate to hurt me as well. Jake has even gotten in a few shots, though he seems to think it's beneath him to attack such a non-man as I have become. As Charlene does to her husband, Bonnie doesn't let me finish, and it really does make me desperate to win the slightest approval from my cheating spouse. Even though I rationally know I can't undo what has been done, I also can't stop trying. It's the perfect trap. The other night, while both women were sitting on me, nearly crushing me with their combined weight, my wife said that if I'm a 'good boy' she might let me jerk myself off in front of the three of them on my birthday (six weeks away) or our wedding anniversary (five months from now). At this point, that's the best I can hope for. What might be the worst I can expect, well, I'd rather not even think about that right now. 22125 1.29/512345