His Awful Marriage - chapter 4 
by Michael Freemont




So he was sure to keep his face in her ass and as he breathed the smell of 
her fart he knew he would not fall asleep soon. He again thought back to the 
beginning. He realized he should have seen this coming before they got 
married. That first time in the drive in when she was dreamily enjoying his 
kisses and his tongue after cumming all over his face she was so relaxed 
that she unexpectedly farted in his face. And Mike quickly brought his face 
up expecting maybe - an apology. Fat chance! Instead of being embarrassed 
Diane was angry and slapped Mike in the face. "Who told you to stop? Are you 
trying to embarrass me because I farted Michael? Am I supposed to hold it in 
and get cramps? Now get your face back down there and keep it there! You 
broke my mood damit!  And poor Mike had and Diane had smiled at her victory.

He had been trained to please Diane before they were married. She taught him 
that she loved to be brought to several orgasms and that she didn't want him 
to move away between them as she came all over his face. He learned how to 
keep licking and sucking at a slower pace as she came "back down to earth" 
as she called it. Mike learned to bear the smell of her unwashed crotch - 
she would never bother to wash up first claiming it would break her mood. 
And then after they were first married he had learned to get used to the 
disgusting mess during her period - although having to swallow her period 
blood took some getting used to - it was so disgusting! "I know darling," 
she had said so many years ago, "I know it's messy and disgusting but 
Michael, if you love me it wouldn't make any difference. I mean, do you 
think it's fair that a woman should have to go without sex every month at 
that time?" How do you argue with that selfish logic? Mike was also taught 
that when Diane was finally satisfied - which could take an hour our two - 
she liked to just drift off to sleep and she became angry if Mike moved his 
face away before that and so he had learned to wait until he heard her 
steady breathing and then slip out from between her legs and go home to wash 
his face and relieve his sexual frustration .

When Mike got undressed on their wedding night he felt so foolish with his 
penis locked up in that ridiculous restrainer. When Diane saw it she got 
goose bumps. He looked so - so helpless there in front of her. "Oh Michael, 
it's perfect!" she had cried as she clapped her hands in delight like a 
little girl. "I love it!" "A-are y-you going to take it o-off now?" he asked 
shyly and Diane had a hard time not laughing in his face. "Let's leave it on 
tonight darling. I love seeing it on you." Diane knew she had him. She had 
all his money and they were now legally married. She could relax - he wasn't 
going anywhere. He looked at her confused and unsure of himself. Diane sat 
down on the couch, crossed her legs and explained the situation to her new 
husband. "Darling, it's my wedding night and I want you to make love to me 
better than you ever did. A woman's wedding night is very special to her and 
I don't want you to be distracted by your selfish male urges and with your 
penis locked up you won't be. Now sweetheart, I love it when you go down on 
me but before you put your face in my pussy I'd like you to kiss my thighs a 
bit. And my butt. That will be sort of foreplay for us. Michael darling, now 
that we're married things are going to be different. We'll be able to do 
things we couldn't do before. I feel that you belong to me now. Totally." 
Mike was still confused. She continued. "You know how much I like to fall 
asleep with your face in my crotch after I cum don't you?" Mike nodded, 
still puzzled. "Well, it's always bothered me when you got up and went home. 
And now that we're married that won't happen will it?" Mike said it wouldn't 
still not understanding. "Good. C'mon. Let's make love now." Diane took off 
her robe and got into bed on her stomach and Mike noticed her large body. He 
also noticed the beer and the popcorn on the night table. Mike approached 
her and kissed her butt and she rubbed the back of his head. "That's it. 
That feels nice. Wait, let me get under the covers." Diane turned and 
started to pull the covers over them. Mike became aware of her smell - a 
smell he knew so well. She hadn^Òt bother to wash up but he knew he shouldn't 
have expected her to. "Now you know what to do - now that we're married I'll 
be able to know that you'll stay there all night while I sleep. Oh Michael 
darling, that's so romantic!" Mike was still confused as she patted his head 
and brought the covers over him. "Ok darling.
now kiss me  down there - show me how much you love me. " He began kissing 
her thighs and the area around her pussy and then licking her cunt hairs 
softly. Mike hated her smell. She always smelled down there and Mike knew 
she never concerned herself with how clean she was but he knew this was not 
a good time to discuss this. He continued kissing her legs and then finally 
her pussy and then in a few minutes she erupted all over his face and she 
put her hands on the back of his head and she pulled him tighter to her. 
Mike knew she was having an orgasm but he continued to gently kiss and lick 
the way he had been taught. Suddenly Mike heard a familiar hiss and then he 
smelled it - she had farted.  He hated the smell of her farts. Diane smiled. 
She farted in her new husband's face and he was just staying put down there. 
Oh he was going to be a perfect husband for her.  She reached down and 
rubbed the back of his neck - the only show of affection she would ever give 
him. Then Mike heard her click on the TV. Now it was like the drive in. She 
was going to watch TV while he had to stay down there and work her up again. 
I took a little longer this time but soon she again came all over his face 
and Mike again continued gently licking her to bring her "down to earth"  It 
was hours later that Diane had enough and Mike then realized what Diane 
meant by Mike having to stay there all night. When he tried to come up he 
found that her large thighs were holding his head and he couldn't move. He 
realized then that she had fallen asleep. and he remembered what his wife 
said about his not getting up. Did she mean she wanted him to stay down 
there all night? Oh no -no - she couldn't have meant that. It was awful down 
there. The smell of her fart was still there. What should he do? And that 
damn restrainer was still on and he hadn't had any sexual relief. And it was 
his wedding night. Okay, he knew he wasn't going to be permitted intercourse 
but he thought at least she would take this thing off and let him 
masturbate. It was his wedding night. But she had said not tonight. What 
could he do? An hour went by and Mike stayed on position - then another. 
What should he do?  Then it happened again. Mike felt the warm blast from 
expelled gas from her body on his face, heard the explosion and then - the 
odor. Pheww! Mike couldn't take it anymore. He started to rationalize. She 
couldn't have meant that he stay there all night - she meant just until she 
fell asleep. Sure - that was it. And he was sure she was asleep now. Mike 
decided he couldn't stay there any longer and so he got up quietly. But of 
course Dine woke up. "Where are you going Michael? Why are you out of bed?" 
Mike felt guilty - like having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  
He didn't know what to say. "I-I ---"Michael, didn't I explain it? I want 
you to stay down there all night. Why are you out of bed?" He tried to 
explain. "Please Diane, I can't stand it under there. It's hot. There's not 
air and - and it - it smells--. I can't breathe--I-I  can't sleep. It's not 
right." Diane took a breath. "Look Michael, you woke me up and I'm tired and 
that's what's not right. Now I'm in no mood to discuss this. I told you 
before that I wanted you to stay down there all night didn't I?"  Mike 
squeezed his lips together. "Yes but---" "No buts! I said I'm tired and I 
don't want to discuss this now Michael." Then, laying on her side she lifted 
one large leg and said, "Now get your face back in here. I want to go back 
to sleep." Mike swallowed. He knew he'd better not argue with her in the 
mood she was getting into. He got back into bed and put his face between her 
spread thighs. "No Michael, move up. Get your nose in my ass and your mouth 
at my pussy." Mike did. It stank. "That's it. Good. Now stay there! Just 
like that." Diane lowered her leg locking him in and pulled up the covers. 
Once again Mike was subjected to her smell. This was crazy. She did expect 
him to stay down there all night. Oh no. He couldn't breathe. There was no 
fresh air and her ass really smelled bad. He really didn't want to fight 
with her - especially not on their wedding night. Finally he resolved 
himself that he would stay down there all night and speak to her in the 
morning. It was a terrible, long and uncomfortable night for Mike and he was 
up the entire time.