His Awful Marriage - chapter 5 
by Michael Freemont


Finally morning came. Diane awoke on the first full day of  her married life 
and became aware of her husband's head down there between her thighs and she 
felt his breath on her pussy and his nose at her ass. She smiled. It felt so 
nice - and it had been so easy really. Oh he was going to be the perfect 
husband for her. She looked at the clock and saw it was 8AM. Morning. Her 
husband had been under there all night. She realized how awful it must have 
been for him down there all night with no fresh air and she remembered  him 
telling her he liked to keep a window open to get fresh air to get a good 
night's sleep. Oh this was fabulous - this feeling of his face down there. 
And then she made up her mind. This is how she was going to make him spend 
every night of their marriage - under her covers with his face between her 
thighs. As she thought about it, it was perfect. If he slept next to her she 
would have to smell her discharges on his face. No - this was perfect. This 
was how they were going to spend every night of their married life from now 
on.

Then she felt she had to fart and she smiled as she farted in her husband's 
face. She felt him try to move his head but her thighs held him in place. 
She loved to fart in his face. It proved their relationship to both of them. 
She put her head under the covers and took a whiff - whew! She smiled and 
lay there a while enjoying her domination over her new husband.

Then she pulled back the covers and lifted her leg and she saw from the look 
on his face that he probably had been up all night. She rubbed his face. 
"Good morning darling. That was the best night I've ever had. It was a 
perfect wedding night for me. How are you this morning?"  "Oh Diane, it was 
awful.  There was no fresh air and I wasn't able to sleep." Mike got out of 
bed looking very tired and unhappy. Diane smiled. "Oh you poor baby. But 
don't think about how bad it was for you - think about how wonderful it was 
for me. Thank you darling." Mike shook his head. "Diane, this is ridiculous. 
And so is this - this thing." He pointed to his restrainer. "Diane, this is 
our honeymoon. A honeymoon is when you have sex - some kind of sex anyway. 
Please take this thing off."  Diane smiled at her new husband. "I like it on 
you Michael." she laughed. "I like your prick locked up. It makes you look 
so - so helpless. And you're right. A honeymoon is when you have sex. And 
that's what I want right now. C'mon."  She lay back on the bed and spread 
her legs and pointed and Mike swallowed and then dutifully brought his mouth 
down to her crotch and brought her off.  "Mmmmmm. Oh that was so nice 
Michael. I love your face between my thighs." "Mike tried again. "Diane 
please take this thing off.." Diane smiled. "I can't. I don't have the key. 
I gave it to Carol to hold for me and I forgot to ask her for it. I'm sorry 
darling." Mike looked stunned. "C-Carol? She knows?" Diane smirked. "Of 
course she knows. She's my best friend. She knows everything. I don't have 
any secrets from Carol. Look Michael, we're on our honeymoon and we only 
have today and tomorrow to enjoy it and I don't want to fight with you. 
Let's forget about the key and let's have a good time. It won't hurt you not 
to cum for a few days. And you certainly don't need your prick to take care 
of me do you?" Mike swallowed. It was so unfair! It was his honeymoon too 
and his wife expected him to go without any sexual relief. If only he knew. 
But then he rationalized. There was nothing he could do so why not try to 
have a good time. "Look Michael, it's our honeymoon and it's a beautiful day 
and I want to go down to the beach. Go get into your bathing suit.." Mike 
didn't know what else to say so he just walked away sulking. He was so tired 
from being up all night.

And in the fifteen years of marriage it had gotten so much worse. Diane had 
increased her domination over her husband year by year, day by day. She 
controlled him completely. And soon after the wedding, as Diane destroyed 
all her husband's pride and self respect she began treating him like a 
child. And as he was treated like a child he took on that role and he began 
to cry a lot, something Diane encouraged. It showed how truly helpless he 
was and Diane loved that. She made him into a docile, submissive wimp - just 
what she wanted him to be. She allowed him no free time, never even 
permitting him to read or watch TV - or have any friends. He was there to 
serve her. Mike thought of that now, fifteen years later as he lay there 
under the covers, his face in her very smelly ass, trying as he did every 
night to have the long hours pass.

In the fifteen years of his marriage, not only had Mike remained a virgin 
but Diane hadn't permitted him to have a single orgasm. He was always so 
unhappy. And while even unhappy people can forget their unhappiness at night 
when they slept, not Mike. Mike had spent every single night of the past 
fifteen years like he was spending the night now - with his face in his 
wife's big, unclean ass. He couldn't even remember any other way to spend 
the night. He couldn't remember what it was like before he was married when 
he was able to sleep like normal people sleep - on a pillow, breathing fresh 
air. After fifteen years Mike had learned that the best thing to do was to 
always obey his wife in all things. And he always remembered what a 
promising future he once had and how his wife had ruined it - how she had 
ruined his life. She had made him into a failure - a submissive wimp - and 
there was nothing he could ever now do about that. All he could do every 
night was to lay there and be absolutely certain that his nose stayed at his 
wife's asshole all night - and cry.

When Mike came into the room in his bathing suit that second morning of 
their marriage he had a very sad expression on his face and a large bulge in 
his bathing suit from his restrainer. Diane saw both. She laughed. "Oh 
darling, your restrainer is precious. It makes you look so masculine. All 
the other women will be so jealous of me." Diane knew why Mike had that said 
expression on his face. He had been up all night and she had just told him 
he was to have no sexual relief on his honeymoon. Oh wait until he found out 
it wasn't just on their honeymoon - he would never get sexual relief. She 
was going to mold him into just the wimp she wanted him to be. "Well 
darling, it's a beautiful day. Let's go down to the beach." Mike followed 
his wife without saying a word, determined that he would speak to her later 
- he would just have to get up the nerve. He noticed his wife's large body 
from the back as she walked in front of him in her bathing suit- and he 
realized he was afraid of her. Did he make a mistake in marrying her?

"Okay darling, this looks like a good spot. Put the blanket here."  Blanket? 
"I-I-I d-didn't bring a blanket---" Diane stared at her new husband. "Are 
you an idiot? Who goes to the beach without a blanket Michael?" Mike was 
upset. Why was this his fault? "Diane, don't yell. I just didn't think of 
it. I'll just go back and get one." Maybe if he didn't look so wimpy, so 
tired from lack of sleep, so - so helpless, Diane might have reacted 
differently. But he did and she felt aggressive. His attitude would never 
do. She slapped him hard in the face, ignoring all the people on the beach 
that were watching. "Who do you think you're talking to Michael?" He put his 
hand to his burning cheek and she saw tears come to his eyes but he said 
nothing. Maybe if he had - She slapped him again. "You forgot the blanket. 
Just like that." Then she had a though and a small smile came to her lips. 
"Wait a minute, Michael, I have an idea. Get down on your back on the sand." 
Mike had no idea what she was up to but he didn't want to argue and he did 
what she said. As soon as he was on his back Diane straddled his body and 
sat her heavy body on Mike's stomach and Mike gasped. She was heavy. He 
couldn't breathe. "P-please get up. P-please--" Diane smiled as she looked 
down and saw the pain on her husband's face. "Be quiet Michael. I'm staying 
right here. I'm going to teach you a lesson in pleasing me. Now bend your 
knees." Mike did and Diane leaned back using Mike's legs as a backrest.. 
"There. You know Michael, you're much more comfortable than a blanket. I 
like this. Maybe it's a good thing that you forgot the blanket. Now you just 
lay there and behave." Mike couldn't stand it. She was heavy and she was 
crushing him. "Please Diane - y-you're crushing me - you're heavy - please 
g-get up---" "See Michael, you have the wrong attitude. You should be 
thinking about how nice you're making it for me and not how bad it is for 
you. I see I have a long way to go in training you. Well, I'm going to sit 
on you just like this all day Michael and I don't want to hear any more 
complaints.

Mike didn't know what to do. Her weight on his stomach was unbearable and he 
saw she meant to stay. Diane hadn't planned this - she had just thought of 
this but what a perfect idea. Another great way to teach her husband 
submissiveness. She was insisting he just lay there and let her sit on him 
for as long as she wanted and not complain. She looked down at his pained 
face and saw he was having trouble breathing but she was going to make him 
bear it. After a few minutes, Mike tried to accept it. He opened his mouth 
wide and gasped in breaths of air. Diane put her head back and was enjoying 
the sun. It was so relaxing for her. This continued for another two hours 
with Mike gasping for his breaths as all he could see was his wife's heavy 
legs in front of him.