My name is Amber. I am married to a brunette, blue-eyed wimp named Ken. He's tall and muscularly built but has a really tiny penis. He has no job and lays around watching football all day when he isn't surfing porn. He farts a lot like a real man does, and giggles about it, but doesn't want anyone to see the resulting skid marks in his underwear.
I'm five foot six, 110 pounds, as slender as a reed with a super tightly-packed body. I have long blonde hair, blue eyes, and wear a 36 g-cup bra. Actually, my tits are so big, they don't fit in the bra, but that's the biggest bra I can get. Despite the fact that my tits alone weigh thirty pounds each, I have not an ounce of fat on me. Oh, yeah, and I have a killer ass. Oh, and I won the Miss Universe contest eight times in a row. Oh, and I'm so beautiful that men pass out around me all the time from the sudden blood loss to their brains.
As beautiful as I am, I always wonder why I ever married Mr. Wimp, but let's just say that I love him anyway, totally. And I'd never hurt him. And I'm devoted.
So, it came as a shock when Ken's friend Mel came over to the house while Ken was at the store buying porno mags with the weekly paycheck I earned and gave him. Mel is tall, dark, and handsome, Australian, and doesn't work, either. However, despite the fact that he lays around all day (like my husband does), he's built like an eighteen year old body-builder. All of his muscles ripple when he moves. I would have figured Mel would be stuck to his couch this time of day, but there he was with a six-pack of beer.
"Ken's not here?" he asked me with deep, flashing eyes. He looked my figure up and down. He apparently liked me in what I was wearing.
I wondered if I should put on something more than the uncomfortable thong that Ken expected me to wear all the time. My transparent tube top that clearly showed my enormous nipples covered everything up top, so I guess I was okay there.
"No, you know him; he's masturbating under his coat to the magazines at the liquor store." I smiled like a dutiful, nice housewife.
"Oh, and you don't mind?"
What a funny guy. He obviously didn't know that when you get married, the man is supposed to be able to become a total porn addict and masturbate to pictures of other women.
"Of course not, silly." I laughed. "Us wives are expected to support that with a kind and sympathetic heart."
"So do you look at porn?"
"Oh! Heavens no!" I exclaimed in total horror. Was he kidding? Everyone knew that when you get married, the wife must never exhibit any kind of interest in anything sexual except for her husband. "No way! I could be labeled a slut if I looked at a picture of a naked man."
"Oh. Mind if I stick these in the fridge?" He raised the six-pack.
"Go right ahead. Ken will need some nourishment when he comes back from masturbating. If I don't keep him well-fed and nourished, he might not be able to give me our twice-yearly sex."
"Twice a year? Isn't that a lot?" He put the six-pack in next to tonight's carefully coordinated dinner plans.
I was carrying a load of Ken's clean underwear from the laundry room when he asked that. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get all the skid marks or cum stains out of Ken's underwear. Maybe I should buy him some fresh ones to soil when he masturbated.
"A lot? Well, maybe it is, but I'm always here for him. I'm ready at all times to be his woman - I mean, his wife."
"Why do you say that? Wife rather than woman?"
Mel sure was dense sometimes. "Well, if I say woman, then that implies that I am a person. You see, when you get married, the man becomes the only person in the marriage. The woman becomes a wife and stops being a person."
"Huh?"
"If I was a real person, and not just a wife, I might have feelings. I might have rights and expectations of being treated like a person - a real human being. But everyone knows that wives are just possessions for their husbands."
I never saw what was coming. Mel closed the fridge door and backed into me. I couldn't see because Ken's underwear laundry was piled too high. Even though I did his laundry every day, his soiling of twenty-two sets of underwear each day made a big pile. Both Mel and I collided. The laundry went straight up into the air. I heard a loud ripping sound as all of Mel's clothes flew off him and into the air to mix with Ken's laundry. We both fell to the ground, and as we were falling, Mel's penis twitched, blew up and aimed at me. My tube top tore off and flew across the room and my thong suddenly separated at the seams.
"Oh no!" I cried.
Mel's engorged penis was at least 47 inches long and as big around as my thigh. I was instantly wet at the sight and as he fell on top of me, his cock slid into my pussy so easily that it picked up speed.
I couldn't believe I had taken all of his cock inside me. Mel bounced off my boobs and it caused his hips to bounce too. His cock rammed me in and out several times. I had trouble breathing because his cock was coming out of my throat.
I loved it. Even though it felt like I was giving birth to a continent, his massive penis brought me to orgasm. I had expected such a large penis to rip my vaginal canal and cause severe pain, but it was just like Ken fantasized - the bigger the cock, the better. I couldn't believe that my skin could stretch to thirty times it's normal limit and cause so much pleasure. I could only recommend that all men have something on their skin stretched so that they could feel so good, too.
Mel bounced four pumps into me and suddenly he came. Gallons of sperm shot out of my mouth and splattered my eyes, face, neck, tits, stomach, bush, and somehow, even my killer ass. Sperm was everywhere. And yes, my enormous tits were fully covered. Oh yeah, and my nipples were hard and standing a whole foot in the air.
Right at that instant, the door flew open and Ken strode in like Napoleon conquering Europe. With him was my mother, my father, my three year old niece, my sister, our cat, our next door neighbors, Father Donovan - the family priest, my grandmother, Aunt Alice, my boss from work, Mother Theresa, the Pope, my doctor, the UPS man, my best friend Sarah, and God Himself.
"Well well," Ken strutted around in circles as he looked Mel and me over.
"It was an accident!" I cried.
