Warning: This story is about a wimp husband and his frustrated wife. If stories about Cuckolds, Wife Watching, Cross Dressing or Humiliation bother you, stop reading now.
The parking lot of the bar is half full already and the band hasn't even started. It's a Friday evening in October near the Illinois/Wisconsin border, so it's cool out. It's my wife's birthday and she wants to go out to her favorite bar. It's just a dive bar that's north of town and a couple miles from our house. A sports bar with music on the weekends, it has a reputation of being a meat market with mostly twenty and early thirty something jocks and rednecks. It's on the two lane highway near the gas station a couple miles from our house and it's named after some old car or something. We recently moved from the crowded city to a community out in the country. We live in a small neighborhood that's surrounded by farms and lakes and lots of bars. Almost everyone around here drives a pickup truck or some sort of SUV, so my little Prius definitely looks out of place parked near the dumpster.
My wife Lorelai is thirty nine and I'm thirty seven. We've been married for almost two years and met on a computer dating site. Her profile said she worked for a large tech company and was in charge of a large group of techs. She described herself as outgoing and extroverted and that she likes to be in charge. She wrote that she was ready to settle down and was looking for someone sensitive and loyal who was a homebody and would treat her like a queen. I was surprised when such a beautiful dynamic woman reached out to me for the first date and thrilled when she proposed to me after only a few months of dating. She told me I was just what she was looking for in a partner and I was smitten with her from the first date.
We have a good marriage although I sometimes wonder why she settled for me. I guess they say opposites attract because she's outgoing, flirty and gorgeous. On the tall side at five foot nine and voluptuous with an great figure she keeps in shape with regular workouts and a yoga routine, Her adorable face with bright blue eyes and full lips is framed in a blonde bob hairdo that stops just above her shoulders. Long legs, full rounded hips and butt and thin hourglass waist are topped off by two enormous breasts that stick out and defy gravity. I've overheard other men talking about her being 'built just like a big busted Barbie doll'.
My mother had three daughters in a row and then had me. My father left her before I was even born, so Mom raised us on her own and worked full time while my older sisters took care of my youngest sister and me. Being on the poor side, I wore a lot of hand me downs, including my sister's panties growing up, so I got teased a lot and didn't have any close friends who were boys. The only male role models I had growing up were when Mom's or my older sister's boyfriends were over and they mostly ignored me or teased and humiliated me for not being manly enough.
We were all expected to pitch in and do the housework so I learned to clean and sew and cook. My oldest sisters, being bossy like they were, usually talked me into doing more than my share of the housework in exchange for not beating me up. Later on after they were gone and I was eighteen, my youngest sister who is a year older than me would get me to do her share by letting me peek in on her and see her in various forms of undress. She knew I had recently discovered porn so she knew I would enjoy a show. She developed into a real exhibitionist and was even a stripper for a while to pay her way through college.
I'm quite passive and quiet and not at all what one would call manly. I used to wear my hair short until I met Lorelai. She thought I would look better with longer hair, so now it's down to my shoulders and I keep it in a ponytail most of the time. Besides only being five foot six inches tall, Mother Nature couldn't decide about me when it came time for puberty. When I was in middle school and all the other boys were getting wider shoulders and muscles, my shoulders stayed narrow and my hips got wider and my butt got bigger. The other boys all grew body hair and eventually had to shave by college. I still don't shave and have very little body hair and only a small light patch of pubic hair. My breasts became very sensitive to the touch and started to sprout and darken around the nipples. They grew to full A cup and developed quarter sized areolas and large nipples that grow as long as thimbles when stimulated. It's very embarrassing and I always wear loose oversized shirts and undershirts to try to hide them. I also have a very small penis that stopped growing even before puberty. When it's hard it's only two inches and looks like a baby carrot. When it's soft it retracts into me like a turtle head, so all you can see is a little nub above the small ball sack that dangles between my legs.
From behind I'm easily mistaken for a woman and it's happened quite a few times over the years. It's been happening a lot more with my long hair. Because Lorelai is so beautiful and outgoing, men will come up and just start talking to us like we're both women before they realize I'm not, much to her and the men's amusement and my embarrassment.
Because of my physical appearance I haven't exactly been a chick magnet. My dating life was sparse to say the least. When I was nineteen I worked one summer in a small office with all women. There was a woman there named Susan who I was friends with who was divorced in her mid thirties. Susan was a little on the chunky side but she had very large breasts that she liked to show off in low cut tops. One day she caught me peeking at her cleavage and offered to show me her breasts if I drove her home. When we got to her house, she took her top off and told me to take off my pants and looked surprised when she saw my little penis. I guess my embarrassment showed because she reassured me there were other things we could do besides sexual intercourse. She told me if I would 'go down' on her, she would teach me how to please a woman with my mouth. I was a very eager student and learned quick. I started picking her up and driving her home and Susan made me suck and lick her vagina almost everyday after work all summer until I went back to college in the fall.
The few women who would date me weren't interested in me sexually, other than my oral skills, especially when they learned of my lack of equipment. When I was in my twenties and thirties I went to topless dancing bars and gentleman's clubs a lot just so I could watch the nearly naked and sometimes bare women and fantasize about them. Because of my small size and feminine build, horny older men at those clubs would eye me strangely sometimes rubbing their crotch as they leered at my body. Some even approached me to talk to me, calling me honey and sweetheart and offering to buy me drinks if I danced for them or went into the men's room with them. Didn't they know I wasn't a girl? I told them I wasn't gay, but I would come home and masturbate while fantasizing about the naked women and thinking about the big bulges in the men's pants that I'd seen. I also continued to watch a lot of porn online. I especially liked watching women being dominated by men who had big penises. I would watch them sucking off and being penetrated by big manly men with big manly penises and I would masturbate until my little penis was sore. I was then and still am a chronic masturbator, playing with my tiny penis daily or sometimes multiple times in a day.
When I turned thirty five I dared myself to sign up on an online dating sight and didn't think I would get a response. A week later I received a date request from Lorelai and we dated briefly and she proposed soon after. Soon after we married she got a big promotion at work and her job changed. She started making a lot more money than me but had to travel out of town every week for over a year. She would be gone all week and come home on the weekends. In addition to my menial office job, I started doing all the cleaning and laundry and cooking so she could recharge from her long week away. She was always so tired when she got home. She said it was because her bosses always made her work far into the night on those business trips. It pleased her that I doted on her and was so willing to do the domestic chores she hated. I didn't mind, in fact I love doing the housework and cooking for others, so I just continued doing it even after she stopped traveling.
Tonight she's wearing a tight black sort of see through top with a plunging neckline displaying a bright pink plunge bra that has her showing an enormous amount of cleavage. Under her short black skirt I think she's wearing matching pink panties. She's wearing black thigh high stockings, pink four inch stiletto heels and lots of makeup. She always dresses very suggestively when she comes here. Walking behind her watching that butt of hers swaying back and forth only makes me wish she would dress like that for me. She towers over me as I hold the door open for her. As she enters the bar she turns and looks down at me wagging her finger and with her bright pink lips rather firmly says,
