His Awful Marriage - chapter 6 
by Michael Freemont



Finally at 1 o'clock Diane announced that she was hungry and "I have to take 
a piss" and she finally got up from Mike's stomach. A very beat and unhappy 
Mike followed his wife to the boardwalk. They both went to the bathroom and 
Mike had to lie across the toilet and hold his locked up penis away from his 
body as he was learning to do and then they sat down and ate lunch. "Come on 
darling, eat," Diane said and Mike was glad she was in a good mood. He ate 
in silence and then he finally spoke. "Diane, I-I'm sorry I forgot the 
blanket." "I know you are darling. I think that from now on you'll think 
more about my needs won't you?"  "Yes" he answered. "Actually Michael, it's 
worked out well that you forgot the blanket. I never realized what a 
comfortable stomach you have. I love sitting on it. Let's go back to the 
beach so I can sit on it some more." Mike was horrified. "Oh please - no 
more - let's go back to the room---" Diane took Mike's hand like a mother 
would a child and led him back to the beach. "Michael, it's only 1:30 and 
it's a beautiful day and I love the beach.

When they got back to the spot they were at before, Diane told her husband 
to lay down.
Mike's face showed fear at what was coming. "Oh please don't sit on me 
anymore.", he pleaded. "Don't get me mad Michael. Get down. Now!"  Mike did 
and Diane again sat down heavily on his stomach and Mike groaned. He had 
just eaten. Diane smiled down at him. "You know this is really good for you 
Michael. You're an "A" type person and this will teach you not to be because 
you're having to learn to keep still. Do you realized you've been still for 
almost four hours this morning." Mike, struggling to breathe, turned his 
head from side to side. Diane started to read her book as she relaxed on her 
husband's stomach and she looked up occasionally to enjoy the look of agony 
on her husband's face as he struggled to breathe. She knew that wives were 
supposed to give their husbands confidence but she was going to destroy all 
of her husband's self confidence and this was a good way  - using him as a 
beach blanket.

It was almost 6 when Diane finally got up. Mike felt relief but he ached all 
over. His rubs felt as if they were broken and he felt nauseous. They went 
out to dinner that night and then went back to their room.

When they got back to their room their were more lessons for Mike. Diane 
realized she shouldn't go to fast but she knew she had to set the tone of 
their marriage as soon as possible. Mike started to go to the bathroom and 
Diane asked him were he thought he was going. And he explained. "Michael, I 
think it's time we set up some bathroom rules in our marriage." Mike looked 
at her. Now what? Bathroom rules? She continued. "First of all Michael, we 
have only one bathroom and I should always have the priority. Therefore you 
are to always ask permission if you have to go. If I don't need the bathroom 
or if I don't need you for something I'll probably let you go. Second, when 
you do go I don't want you ever to close the door. You're not going to have 
any privacy from me. The door always stays open. Understand?" Mike, puzzled, 
nodded. "I'll tell you this Michael, you're certainly not going to use the 
bathroom as a place to go to get away from me." This was important and Diane 
was correct to establish this now. How many people go to the bathroom and 
lock the door just so they can get away. But Mike was not going to have the 
bathroom to escape to. Not in their marriage. "Now it so happens that I have 
to piss right now Michael and I've been thinking about your helping me. Come 
in here." Diane walked into the bathroom and Mike followed confused "I don't 
think it's right that we both use the same toilet seat do you?"  Mike didn't 
understand but he said he guessed not. "Well, we can't change the seat every 
time so I'm going to use your arms as cushions and sit on them when I use 
the toilet. C'mere, I'll show you. Kneel down in front of the toilet and put 
your arms on the toilet seat." Mike did as she said and Diane pulled off her 
dress. "No Michael. Palms up. That's it. Now I'm going to sit on your 
hands." She pulled off her pantyhose and sat. "There. That's nice." Diane 
looked down at her husband kneeling foolishly in front of her as she sat on 
his hands. He looked so humble kneeling there in front of her. "See darling, 
isn't this romantic? Sort of like when Sir Walter Raleigh lay out his coat 
for the queen to step on. You're offering me your arms and hands to sit on 
while I use the toilet. And this is so relaxing darling." And then Diane 
pulled Mike's head down to her lap. "Kiss my legs Michael." And Mike kissed 
her heavy thighs. "Mmmm. That feels nice Keep doing that Michael. Keep 
kissing my thighs. Keep your lips apart - and don't take your lips off my 
legs. Keep your lips on my legs and move your face so you kiss my legs all 
over. Yes. Mmmm. That's it. That's the good boy." And then Diane was 
finished pissing and she got up. Mike saw the drops of piss on her 
pussyhairs and he noticed she didn't wipe  herself  - she just pulled up her 
pantyhose. But he didn't say anything. "Thank you Michael. Now that's what I 
want you to do whenever I have to  go to the bathroom. You kneel in front of 
the toilet with your arms on the seat and then when I sit on them you just 
bend your head down and kiss my legs while I piss or shit. Okay?" Mike 
nodded dumbly. This was insane. But she would change..

Then she gave him permission to go. He had to pee but he felt so 
self-conscious with Diane just standing there watching and smiling. But he 
knew now she would not give him any privacy so he had no choice - and with 
that damn restrainer--. Mike looked at Diane who was smirking. He lay over 
the toilet, put his hand between his body and the restrainer pushing it as 
far as he could so that he could pee without making a mess and then he peed 
and as soon as he did Diane laughed. "Oh I love it! This is priceless!"  
Finally Mike finished and with that same sad look he came back into the 
bedroom. "I'm tired Michael, it's been a long day. Oh, just one more thing 
to discuss Michael - your showering. Michael, from now on I want you to 
shower at night before you come to bed. and not in the morning when you go 
to work. I want you clean for me - not for the people you work for. And, 
also I don't want you washing your face during the day." Mike looked 
confused but Diane explained. "Michael darling, I'll bet that when you used 
to go home from our dates the first thing you would do would be to wash your 
face. Am I right?"
Still confused, he said she was. She nodded. "I knew it. Well, it's kind of 
insulting Michael don't you think that you would want to get my smell off 
your face. Well, no more. I want you to get used to my smell. I'm your wife 
now Michael. Oh, and Michael, after you shower at night I want you to shave 
and I want you to do a very good job. Your face is going to be between my 
legs a lot and I don't want your beard to irritate me down there. 
Understand?" He nodded. "Good. Now go take a shower and shave and then come 
to bed."

He took his shower conscious of his restrainer and when he came out of the 
bathroom he saw his wife laying in bed smiling on her back with her large 
thighs spread and her knees bent exposing her hairy crotch and Mike saw her 
pussy and her asshole next to it. Diane had a smirk on her face. Next to the 
bed on the night table were her snacks, a bowl of candy and a can of beer. 
He swallowed, realizing that he faced another night of giving his wife oral 
sex and getting no relief for himself. This wasn't right. This was the last 
night of their honeymoon and he was locked in that damn restrainer. But he 
knew this was not a time to argue or start a fight. "Michael darling, you 
very handsome in your restrainer. Now come over here and lick me. I want to 
have a good cum on your face." He swallowed and got into position with his 
head between her thighs. Her crotch smelled badly. She had been in the sun 
all day and had not bothered to wash up or shower. He smelled the 
perspiration, the natural fishy smell of her vagina and the dried urine, 
remembering how she didn't wipe herself before after pissing. And then, of 
course the smell of her ass.

Mike spent the next few hours bringing his wife pleasure with his mouth and 
tongue and he heard the TV. Then Diane did what she would be doing every 
night from then on. When she was finally satisfied, she grabbed his hair and 
held it while she turned around, positioning him so that his nose was in her 
ass and his mouth at her pussy and then she locked him in for the night with 
her thighs and shut the TV off and went to sleep.

Suddenly, it hit Mike like a ton of bricks. She was going to make him stay 
down there again all night. Oh no! And with his mouth pressed hard against 
her pussy, he had to breathe through his nose and with his nose in her 
ass---- ugh. And as he lay awake in his hot smelly prison he wondered how he 
was going to be able to live with this every night. This was insane. What 
man was every made to have to spend the entire night with his nose up his 
wife's ass?  He reasoned that this was something his wife would get out of 
her system. If he only knew.