His Awful Marriage - chapter 1



Mike felt awful. He felt awful every night since his marriage to Diane some 
fifteen years ago. And like every night of his marriage, Mike was under the 
covers, his head between his wife's heavy thighs, his mouth at her vagina 
and his nose at her asshole. That's how he had to stay all night - every 
night That was her outrageous rule and he had learned to obey that rule so 
long ago. And all her rules. His wife was asleep but he was awake. There was 
no fresh air down there but, worse, with every breath Mike had to inhale the 
awful smell of his wife's not-too-clean ass. How he hated that smell! It was 
insane. What man was ever made to spend every night of his life with his 
nose in his wife's ass? But insane or not, since their honeymoon fifteen 
years ago, Diane had always been adament. She had made it clear that was 
where Mike was to be every night. Period. End of discussion. She had 
insisted on this on their honeymoon and for the last fifteen years this is 
how Mike had spent every single night - and he had learned during the first 
year of his marriage that there was no point in arguing or complaining or 
pleading - nothing would change her mind. And after fifteen years of this he 
had come to accept that this was how he would be spending every night for 
the rest of his life.

Mike was awake most of every night. How could anyone be expected to sleep 
like that? Most people sleep with a window open to get fresh air but Mike 
wasn't allowed fresh air. Oh no. Mike had to breathe the stink of his wife's 
smelly ass. And worse, Diane was always gassy and she farted regularly 
during the night. Every night. And with his nose at her asshole----

In the first year of their marriage it had been beaten into him that this is 
where he would be spending every night. His pleadings that first year were 
always answered by her perfect logic but all her answers always assumed one 
fact - that he was staying down there. "Michael sweetheart, I know you like 
fresh air but I need a blanket - I get cold at night." or "I know I fart a 
lot Michael, I'm always gassy but what can I do?" or "Oh Michael, honey, 
you're being so silly. Of course my ass smells. What would you expect? It's 
my ass. I shit from there. Would you expect it not to smell?" The obvious 
thing was not to make him stay down there but that was something that was 
just out of the question. Period. End of discussion.

And not only did he have to stay with his head between his wife's thighs all 
night but he had to be sure not to move his head. Even if he slept he had to 
be sure that his nose was always at her asshole. His wife had beaten that 
into him during the first year of their marriage. "Michael darling if a 
little boy can be taught that he's not supposed to pee in his sleep I would 
think that you, a grown man can learn that you're not to move your nose out 
of my ass while you sleep." She had explained how nice it was for her to 
feel his nose back there and Mike had come to learn that it was only her 
feelings that count. The fact that it was pure hell for Mike was irrelevant 
- it felt nice for Diane. And besides she explained that she didn't want him 
wandering around the house at night and with his nose in her ass she would 
know just where he was. And of course she had explained that amking him keep 
his nose in her ass affected him psychological the way she wanted. It kept 
Mike nice and submissive the way she wanted him to be. Docile and submissive 
and wimpy. Because it helped prevent any pride or self respect from showing 
its ugly head - traits she told him she found totally undesirable in him. 
Mike knew she would punish him severely if his nose left her ass for even a 
second. And so every night, with every breath he took, he had to breathe the 
disgusting smell of his wife's ass. All night - every night. And after 
fifteen years he was used to it but he hated it as much as he did that first 
night.

Mike always spent most of those long nights down there trying to fall 
asleep, doing what people with insomnia do, trying to relax, count sheep, 
breathe deeply - ugh! Diane had told Mike so many years ago that when his 
body got tired enough he would fall asleep but she made it clear to him that 
she really did't care whether he slept or not. It didn't matter to her one 
way or the other. All she cared about was that his nose stay at her asshole. 
That was all he had to be concerned about Whether he slept or not was his 
problem and not hers. And Mike did learn to sleep down there keeping his 
nose in place, not moving it in his sleep. But he would only sleep for short 
periods of time, dozing for a few minutes perhaps. And over the years Mike 
tried ot live with and accept those long awful hours awake every night. He 
had no choice. He had to accept that he would just have to lay there with 
his nose in his wife's ass for hour after long hour. He always tried to 
force himself to think about something - anything so he could try if 
possible to foget where he was but with every breath he knew where he was.

To be continued-----