When a woman finds herself married to an absolute wimp and isn't happy about it, the remedy might very well turn out to be a simple change in her own attitude......
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Well, better get on home and see what that wimp is up to this time. It was a most unwifelike thought and Jessica knew this, but that wasn't enough to keep her from thinking it. She and Robby had been married for exactly seventeen months, and in a way were still newlyweds. But disillusionment had set in almost from the very beginning for Jessica, as she'd heard it had a way of doing when you got married a bit too quickly.
She was twenty-six and her husband twenty-nine, so it wasn't as if they were only kids or anything like that. But they had really only known each other as co-workers when they became engaged, a thing which Jessica now knew she had done mostly due to the fact that almost all of her friends had tied the knot themselves. So of course the irrational panic of being the lone single in her circle had set in, a thing which was just like Jessica, and since she and Robby were dating kind of regularly anyhow, when the poor fellow, who was clearly ga-ga over her, had proposed, Jessica heard herself accepting. And she'd done it while trying not to hear the voice in her head warning her about making anything too permanent with this guy.
Robby wasn't your typical jerk or anything like that. But there was no use denying that he was simply a fucking
wimp!
While dating him Jessica had been able to see that he probably wasn't ever going to be her own or anyone else's idea of Mister Macho, but she sure hadn't expected him to be so damned
prissy
about almost everything once they had set up house together.
It took the guy forever to make the simplest of decisions or choices, usually after asking his wife half a dozen times what she thought he should do. After a few months of this it became difficult for Jessica to fight the temptation of telling him
exactly
what
she
thought he should do, although she never had - at least so far - since a guy's wife wasn't supposed to suggest doing such unnatural things as "shoving it" you-know-where when her husband was seeking her advice. Even when it was about something real complicated, such as whether he should take an apple or an orange to work with him.
Robby meant well, but Jessica was finding out real quickly that a guy who "meant well" had a way all his
own
of driving a woman totally batshit. She had been married less than two years and was already as much of a babysitter than not. This was, however, a situation that she kept well hid from the families, for they'd kill themselves laughing if they knew, and as for her girlfriends, there was just
no fucking way
that she was about to become one of their favorite topics of gossip and giggling.
No way
was
that
going to happen! So Jessica put on this big phony front as she acted as much like any other recently married woman as she could, and when talking with one of her girlfriends about "how everything was going", she lied her head off. She hated to do it, but felt that it was the wisest route to go, at least for the time being. She simply wasn't lucky enough to have a single girlfriend whom she trusted to keep a secret. Her friends, although nice enough in other ways, were all born tattletales who would spend hours talking her marriage over among themselves if Jessica gave them the opportunity, and she wasn't about to do this.
Her
mother
didn't help matters either, for she took Robby's side when the subject of having children came up.
"Kids won't suddenly start growing on the trees out back, you know" Mom would tell her daughter, and Jessica took it as best she could.
"We'll do it when we're ready" she usually said, but even that wasn't any good.
"Robby's
ready
now"
her mother would tell her, which of course made Jessica wish that her husband could keep his stupid big mouth shut about what was supposed to be between them. What she couldn't tell her mother - what she wouldn't
dare
tell her - was that she was no longer
so sure that she wanted something as major as a family with this former high school nerd she had married. But this was just one more thing she had to keep to herself, and having to do so much of that was beginning to take a toll on Jessica. Sooner or later, something would have to happen, but what, she didn't yet know.
Right now she was just going about it day by day; making sure that Robby's shoes were tied each morning and that he didn't forget to leave the house without his car keys. And by the way,
what
idiot ever gave someone like
him
a driver's license anyway? The guy stopped - he actually
stopped -
at every fucking corner, whether he had a stop sign or not!
"You can't be too careful, honey" he'd sort of whine when she got after him for doing this, and even the irritated honks from drivers behind them didn't affect him.
Nothing
sunk in with the guy. He was
oblivious!
And
he
wanted
kids?
What would he
do
with them? He wouldn't be changing any babies, for even if the guy wanted to try it, Jessica wouldn't feel safe letting him. Accidents just seemed to go where he did and she would never have it in her to put her own infant at the peril of his ineptness.
Having kids with a guy like Robby just seemed extremely unwise, just for that reason alone, never mind that Jessica couldn't see herself doing it anyway.
And
that
was
another
thing, thought Jessica as she neared home after another long week on the job. She was married to a "man", so to speak, who really wasn't much of one in the bedroom. Oh, Robby liked his little playtime well enough.
Too
much, like anyone with a penis did in Jessica's experience. But if a guy expected sex so frequently, it would have helped if he knew what to do with a woman, and Robby certainly did not. Not only was he one of the numerous "three pumps and a squirt" types that every woman knew at one time or another, but Jessica's husband was also so unbelievably
childish
about sex.
He had probably spent more time thinking up a "name" for his wife's crack than he ever would on improving what passed for his technique. And wasn't he
pleased
when he finally came up with a name. Litle Lovely.
My husband actually named my pussy "Little Lovely", Jessica was thinking as she made a face while turning into their street. Too bad I can't tell him my name for his cock.
Little Loser. Because it wasn't only
little
in the literal sense, but was also every bit a loser when it came to satisfying her. Or even
pleasing
her for that matter. Robby's "technique" was useless to his wife and so was his penis. It wasn't a nice thing to think at all, but after almost a year of trying to show her husband a few things to make it better for them both in bed and seeing him continually "forget" by the next night, Jessica had simply given up. She really had
tried
to show him what she liked, but the guy just didn't get it at all.
Her husband had a tiny cock and he couldn't fuck. When she was honest with herself, this was all it came down to. It was frustrating as hell for a woman to find that the guy she married was a wimp outside of the bedroom as well as in it, and that what he had "down there" matched his personality perfectly.
I should've known! As Jessica pulled her car into the driveway of the small house she and Robby had bought a few months ago, this was all she could think about her husband. It figured that a smaller-built sort of guy who was on the wimpier side would turn out to be a dickless husband. It just figured.
She should've
known.
"So what happened to you last night?" her friend Cindy was asking when Jessica answered the phone in the kitchen while getting supper out of the oven.
What now, thought Jessica. "What do you mean, last night?" she wanted to know.
"Didn't Robby give you my message? We threw a last minute surprise party for Linda's thirtieth birthday and we wanted you there."
Robby strikes again! Taking a phone message and passing it on to his wife had been beyond his capabilities, the way everything else seemed to be. Jessica had to make a real effort this time to control her anger.
"I guess he forgot" she said real casually, as if it was no big deal to her, but at that moment, if Jessica had wanted to be completely truthful with her friend Cindy, she would have told her that Robby couldn't be trusted to boil water, let alone actually handle a message from a caller on the phone.
So she made her apologies to Cindy, told her they'd get together soon, and hung up. As for even saying anything to her husband about this, not only would that be a waste of time but then Jessica would have to listen to his whiny, wimpy apologizing that was like a slow torture of some kind. So once again she gathered her patience and did her best to simply write the whole thing off as just one more example of why a woman shouldn't marry a little boy.
"I'm going over to the mall to pick a few things up" Jessica told Robby that evening. She
did
want to look at shoes, but mostly just needed to do something other than sit around with
him
all evening. She still hated to be thinking such thoughts, but almost anything was better than staying home with the guy she married and subjecting herself to the parade of unbelievably stupid sitcoms that her husband considered "good shows", laughing like the child he was while watching them one after another.
"Could you look for those sunglasses that you attach to your regular glasses?" Robby asked his wife.
Sunglasses that you attach to regular glasses. That was
so
Robby!
"I'll look, but I'm not sure where to get them" Jessica replied, but her husband's attention had already shifted to the television screen on which was a character of one of his programs. A female one, naturally, who was all tits and mouth and was about as funny as a migraine. But so many guys weren't intelligent enough to see anything except boobs. Jessica didn't even mind seeing Robby stare at that bimbo, for that was as far as his male mind was capable of going and he couldn't really be blamed for this.
I'm really turning kind of
vicious
she was thinking as she got into the car and headed to the mall. That's the first time I thought such a patronizing thing about Robby!
The problem was that it was true. The "adult" in him, such as it was, didn't go much further than the boobs of some so-called "actress" on some so-called "comedy", and it was really beginning to dawn on Jesscia that almost all guys seemed afflicted with the same kind of ignorance. A chick she knew some time back had once said that men's brains are "between their legs", which Jessica found funny at the time, but was now starting to see as a rather good way of putting it. But if that was true, then Robby didn't have a whole lot of intelligence, thought his wife with a grin to herself as she drove to the nearby mall. Little cock. Little balls. Little mind.
Unexpectedly, her nipples suddenly began growing nice and stiff inside her bra when she found herself daring to think such a thing about her own husband. It was getting her
hot,
right there in her car, to be enjoying a few wicked thoughts that were directed right at Robby.
My husband with the small dick and tiny nuts. Jessica's nipples went completely erect as she indulged in what felt very much like a rather improper thing to be thinking. Improper, perhaps, but exciting as hell for some reason. One thing about it was how it couldn't hurt Robby a bit. Jessica could think
