I married a fat girl

How did I get here?

I was broke and she had a really good job. She had a nice car and a nice house. Actually, she was the CEO of the company I worked for. She got it from her dad when he retired. I just needed to learn to fuck a fat chick. It went Ok for a year or so, but then my thoughts began to wander. It all began because she left her really sexy and naughty underwear out all the time. On the bed, on her dresser, hanging all around in the bedroom and closet.  One thing I did like about her was she always had some crazy sexy underwear. There was always plenty of wedding-type lingerie. Lace corsets and girdles, garters, thigh-high nylons, lace neck chokers (collars), sexy gloves, and the like. She also had a lot of Gothic-type stuff laying around. Black leather cuffs and collars and body harnesses all with lots of silver studs. 

I would pick through the neatly stacked piles touching some of the items, dreaming of how sexy they feel and would look on her. Or someone else. Maybe me? Me? Gee, it seems like wearing her underwear made me feel closer to her. And I liked to jerk off a lot. Most of it fit me pretty well. Even though it was all ladies extra large. I would dress in her outfits and rub one out almost every day. I had a couple of hours before she comes home from work all week. It was a nice distraction and release from having to eat her fat, stinky pussy all the time. 

One afternoon, while I was rummaging around in the closet, I came across a box of naughty toys. I wanted to ask her about them, but they were really weird and kinky. Too much so to even bring up. I had to look some of them up on the internet. I didn't know what a butt plug was, or a ring gag, a ball gag, or a butt hook, or cock cages and chastity rings. There was also a variety of big rubber dildos. There was a harness attached to one of them as a woman would use to fuck another woman. A strap-on.

So that day after putting on some black leather Gothic gear, I gagged myself with the ring gag and slipped a dildo through the ring until it hit the back of my throat. I choked on it, pushing the butt-hook up my ass, and jerked off until I came. It was the best one ever!!!

I guess that was the one she had been waiting for. That night she asked me to watch a video with her. She had a nanny cam in the bedroom the whole time. She showed me several of me stroking in her underwear, and finally the last one from today. I was speechless.

"You like that? Dressing up like a sissy bitch and getting your throat and ass fucked? Like some cheap faggot whore?"

I'd never heard her talk like that! She seemed like not the same person. She had a stern and scary look in her eyes. I was so embarrassed. I was nervous she was going to divorce me and I'd lose my job, and all my money. I promised I'd never do it again, and forget all about it if she would. 

"Oh, you're going to do it again, all right. You're going to do it for me. The way I want you to. I've always thought of you as a submissive bitch, now I get to prove it in the bedroom. I won't tell anyone about you, I won't throw you out, and you can stay as long as you do what I tell you. Got it? Bitch?"

She dressed in my black business suit and tie. She pulled her hair back and didn't wear any makeup. I was to wear her wedding lingerie and wedding dress. Her pretty little silver crown and wedding veil. It was a complete role reversal. Crossdressing. She asked me if I remembered our wedding night and honeymoon. I nodded. But I really didn't remember much of it. Except how fat she was under her wedding gown. She told me she was going to remind me. I didn't like her tone.

Some leather Gothic wrist cuffs came out of the naughty box. As she buckled them on me, she told me a few stories about our wedding night. I guess I'd roughly shoved her head down between my legs to blow me. She said I ordered her to lick my ass, too. She told me I tried to tit fuck her. I guess I was a little drunk by that time. I do remember that.

Now I'm on my knees, cuffed with my arms pulled back behind me, locked through the rails of the bed's footboard. She loosens the belt holding up the slacks she is wearing, letting them drop to her ankles. She is wearing my boxer shorts under the slacks. Weird. She steps out of them and pulls off the boxers. Her pussy is hairy and fat. I can barely see it under the rolls of fat under her belly. "You're going to do some shit for me. You got it?" I've never seen her like this. I was pretty nervous. I quickly nodded. 

She took one of the dildos and turned it on to vibrate. It slowly disappeared up inside her chubby little pussy. "Mmmm, that feels so good." I watched her slide it up and down inside her. She was sternly looking down at me. I couldn't look back into the eyes.

"Look at me, you fuck!" She was almost spitting. I was really scared. "When I shove my ass in your face, you're going to bury your tongue so far up there I can feel it all the way up here, got it?" Pointing at her chubby tummy. I couldn't respond. I didn't have to, apparently. She turned around and spread her huge, flabby cheeks, pushing me all the way back against the footboard. I was pinned back. I gasped a last breath, she pushed back, and I was in. She wiggled back and forth until my tongue was toughing her tight little hole. "Stick it in there, you fucking bitch!" I opened my mouth wide and pushed my tongue out as far as I could. It went inside. She told me I was doing fine. Just don't stop. I could feel the vibrator against my chin getting worked hard. She was moaning, telling me she was finally getting a good fucking, as she pushed it in and out. The huge rubber cock was bouncing and humming in her pussy. 

"Don't you dare stop eating my ass, you fuck!" She reached back, spreading her cheeks even wider, and pushed back harder. "Eat it as if you crave it, you worthless piece of shit." I shoved my tongue in harder. I was making my tongue as long and firm as I could, pushing it inside her ass. "That's a good little bitch. You keep doing that and we will get along real fine."

She squirted all over the place. I'd never seen her squirt before. My face was drenched. So were all the clothes we still had on. She was shaking and calling me a good little bitch the whole time. She must have had 2 or 3 really hard orgasms. Then, just before she rolled onto the bed to take a break, she spread her cheeks and farted in my face. I gagged, let out a loud, "Oh fuck", and almost puked. But I didn't. 

I was there, helpless, kneeling by the bed. Feeling like an abused bride in the frilly lace outfit and underwear. My face and clothes were wet from whatever comes out of a woman when they squirt. Pee? I don't know. I could taste it, and her sweaty ass cheeks and butt hole all over my face. She was on the bed, relaxed and almost asleep. I asked if she would uncuff me. No response. 

To be continued...

Her boyfriend comes to pay a visit.