"Hurry up or we're going to be late pinky!" my voluptuous, BBW wife yelled from the front door.
I struggled under the weight of her huge gym bag making my way towards her. Pattie looked especially gorgeous today dressed in a black leotard sans bra, black pantyhose that I knew were crotch less and a cute black skirt all topped off by a pair of black high heels. Not your typical workout outfit, but then Pattie and I aren't your typical couple. She stood a good four inches taller than my 5'9" frame and had thick thighs, long red hair that cascaded almost down to her waist, wide hips, and huge tits.
"Coming dear," I said, trying to maneuver through the living room.
"Coming?" Pattie said with a wicked grin.
"Why pinky you haven't come in quite awhile!" She laughed her wicked laugh and walked to the car.
Pattie was right, it had been almost a month since my last orgasm, while Pattie on the other hand came daily and sometimes three or four times depending on her mood. She started the car and I darted for it trying to cram everything I was carrying into the backseat and get into the front passengers side before any of the neighbors saw me in the outfit Pattie insisted I wear that morning. Pattie had decided that it would be fun if we began doing yoga with some of her other BBW friends at one of their houses and so for the past few months three days a week I schlep Pattie's huge gym bag and accompany her to her friend Joan's house where Joan, Pattie, Rhonda and I do yoga. I should say we all start out doing yoga, but the three of them rarely last past the warm up before they're all sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, eating pastries and watching me in my 'outfit' as Pattie likes to call it. My outfit is a pair of pink yoga pants with the crotch cut out so my tiny, hairless cock and balls are always on display, sometimes in a chastity device and a long loose pink sweatshirt that comes to mid thigh so if we're in public people won't see my cock with the word PINKY! emblazoned across the front.
Pattie's nickname for me came about when one night after teasing me for hours and having me rock hard, she looked at my tiny dripping cock and said, "You know your cock is the size of my pinky finger!" She then proceeded to hold her chubby pinky finger next to my cock showing me to my embarrassment and humiliation that they were indeed about the same size. Since then Pattie has delighted in showing me sometimes that my cock is actually smaller than her pinky, but in any case, my nickname was cast that night and has since become the only name Pattie and her friends refer to me by.
I scurried to the passenger side, jumped in and closed the door.
"What's the matter pinky you afraid some of the neighbors will see you and laugh?" I had to admit that was the truth, but instead stammered,
"No dear just don't want to make us late for yoga."
"Ah aren't you a good boy pinky!" with that she reached over and tugged at my cock.
"Uh oh, who's all drippy?"
Pattie loved the fact that just by merely being in her presence or smelling her perfume, or having her tease or taunt me my tiny cock would immediately begin to produce pre cum which turned her on to no end. She loved it when I was all drippy as she liked to refer to it and loved to point it out to others especially Joan and Rhonda. Pattie drove as a minor traffic infraction last year resulted in me losing my license and consequently my job as I need a license for my job. I was now totally dependent on Pattie to get around and financially, a fact she never let me forget and that added to my humiliation and emasculation and I have to admit turns me on immensely. Pattie had quite a bit of money as her first husband passed away at a young age and left her a boat load of money. That coupled with a healthy inheritance from a rich uncle allowed Pattie to never have to work again.
Arriving at Joan's house Pattie immediately strode in the house to see the girls as I labored to lug her huge gym bag, a dozen donuts and pastries we had picked up at the bakery, coffee for the girls and two big bags of laundry that belonged to Joan and Rhonda. You see Joan and Rhonda are married to real men with jobs and real cocks as Pattie likes to remind me and for being in the presence of two BBW's like Joan and Rhonda, Pattie feels it's only right that I should show some sense of appreciation and she decided that me doing both their laundry and their husbands was reward enough for me. Once inside the girls drank coffee and chatted while I labored to put everything in its place, get the DVD in Joan's basement loaded and set up.
Today Joan was dressed in a very tight shiny blue leotard with white tights and Rhonda had on a bright sheer red leotard with matching red tights, neither wore a bra and both of their tights I knew would be crotch less. After I had all their yoga mats in place, towels for each of them and a water bottle, the video began. The yoga instructor led everyone through warm up and then began the harder parts. I labored away in front of the big screen tv like Jane Fonda in those long ago eighties workout videos she had while the girls one by one drifted off to the comfy couches and love seats in the basement to drink their coffee and eat their pastries and donuts. Every now and then they would laugh and cheer me on,
"Go pinky go! Work that fat ass! turn around so we can see that little pinky getting all drippy!"
The torment went on for what seemed like forever with the three women pulling their tops down and showing me their massive tits and hard nipples or pulling aside their leotards and showing me their pussies. Of course seeing any of that made me very drippy and they all laughed at not only my appearance but my dripping pinky as they referred to it. Once the workout was over, Pattie made me kneel on the yoga mat and clean up my drippy mess with my tongue. I hated/loved licking up my own cum. It was humiliating, emasculating and arousing all at the same time.
