His Awful Marriage - chapter 7 
by Michael Freemont



Mike was  up again most of all that night but because he was so exhausted 
from being up the night before, he did manage to doze from time to time. For 
short periods of time, always to wake to the awful smell of his wife's ass. 
Mike wondered as he lay there what had he gotten into by marrying Diane. 
What kind of life had he gotten into? He had to speak to her in the morning 
- if morning would ever come. He was so tired and his ribs hurt from his 
wife sitting on him all day. The night dragged but it was having an effect 
on Mike in that he was slowly becoming conditioned to his life down there.

When Diane awoke in the morning she immediately became aware of Mike's 
breath on her crotch. Oh it felt so nice. She knew by his irregular 
breathing that he was awake and she correctly assumed that he had been awake 
most of the night.. Good. It was good training for him. She threw back the 
covers and raised her upper leg. Poor Mike - he really looked like he'd come 
through an ordeal. "Good morning, darling," she cooed. Mike raised his head 
from her leg. _G-good m-morning," he answered. "Diane, we- we have to talk." 
Diane smiled at him and put her finger to her lips. "Shhh. Put your head 
back down on my leg. I love your head down there." Mike did - and found he 
was looking into her ass. "Diane, this is ridiculous. I - I mean I can't 
stay down here like this all night." Diane smiled. This was too easy. He was 
no longer complaining about his restrainer and the denial of sexual relief - 
only about sleeping with his face in her ass. And now he was talking to her 
ass. "Why Michael, that's not true at all. You spent all last night down 
there - and the night before. You always say you can't do something I tell 
you to do and then you manage to do it. Kiss me." He did, kissing her pussy. 
"B- but Diane I-I can't - I mean there's no air----I can't sleep----it 
smells - I m-mean you - your fart-I---" Diane gently touched his cheek as he 
lay on her thigh. "Sweetheart, it's natural to fart when we sleep but  I 
hope we're not going to talk about my farting again. I thought we settled 
that a long time ago in the drive in. You don't expect me to try to hold in 
my gas and get cramps do you?"  "N-no but--" "Well darling how can you 
expect my farts not to smell? I mean Michael everyone knows that farts smell 
don't they? Now obviously breathing my farts all night didn't kill you. You 
may not have liked the smell and I can understand that but it didn't hurt 
you did it?" Mike swallowed feeling really stupid talking to his wife's ass. 
"Diane, this is ridiculous. Why do I have to sleep down here? I can't sleep 
actually. I was up all night." Diane was enjoying this. Here he was arguing 
with her but obeying her by keeping his head on her leg and talking to her 
ass. "Because I said so Michael. I like you down there. Look darling, I'm 
sure that when your body gets tired enough it will learn how to sleep down 
there. You have to get used to being down there between my legs and you will 
darling. You'll see. I'll bet that in two months or so sleeping down there 
will be the most natural thing in the world for you. When I say it's time to 
go to sleep you'll automatically put your face in my ass." Two months from 
now? She was serious about making this permanent. "Okay now, that's enough. 
I have to piss. .Get into the bathroom and put your arms on the toilet seat 
for me like I showed you.

A very dejected Mike got up slowly and went into the bathroom and knelt in 
front of the toilet with his arms on the seat. and Diane followed and sat 
down on his arms. He remembered what she wanted and he lowered his face to 
her lap and began kissing her thighs. She smiled. Oh he was going to be so 
easy to mold. She stroked his head as she would a pet. .Mike heard her piss 
and then her farts and he became aware of the smell he was learning to know 
so well. Mike felt so tired and he was so depressed but he decided that the 
best course of action was to do what his wife wanted and try to make her 
happy. Then she would change - she had to. Then he heard a turd fall into 
the water. He was startled but he just kept kissing her legs.

He became aware of  the details of her legs as he kissed them, the moles, 
the pimples. He kept kissing remembering not to lift his face from her legs 
as he kissed. He heard more splashing in the toilet and finally Diane was 
done and she got up and Mike saw her shit in the yellow water. He saw her 
take a piece of toilet paper and wipe herself. Very carelessly, not the way 
Mike would wipe and then throw the paper in the toilet and then she flushed 
to toilet. Mike then asked "permission" to go himself and he was surprised 
when she said, "Not just yet Michael. I want you to get used to knowing I 
control when you go to the bathroom and that you can't just go anytime you 
want. It will be good training for you to have a full bladder for a while. 
Besides, I want you to kiss me a while now."  "Full Bladder"? He had to go 
badly. But she wanted to be kissed - that was something. He followed her 
into the bedroom and tried to embrace her but she laughed at him. "What do 
you think you're doing Michael?"  He was confused. "I-I-I was - trying to 
k-kiss you--"  "Oh Michael, Michael, Michael, not on my lips. Michael, my 
lips are for my lovers. I guess I have to make another rule for you. You 
need a lot of rules. Okay, now listen. You're never allowed to kiss my above 
my waist.. Oh Michael, don't look like that. I'm a big girl. There's plenty 
of me for you to kiss below my waist. Right now I want you to kiss my ass. 
I'd like that. And it will show us both what our relationship is - and how 
much you love me. Now get down on your knees." Mike saw the hopelessness of 
it and he did what she said and got down on his knees and Diane turned 
around. "Now put your arms around me."  He did feeling so foolish. "That's 
it. Now kiss my butt. Come on. Kiss my ass. Show me how much you love me." 
Mike kissed her huge left asscheek. "Mmmm. That's nice. But keep doing it. 
Come on Michael, be romantic. Tell me you love me." And he did. Poor sex 
starved Mike, his penis locked up, having to go to the bathroom and so tired 
from lack of sleep was now on his knees behind his wife, kissing her ass and 
telling her he loved her. Finally after a few minutes she let him stop. "Now 
that's the way I want you to always kiss me when you leave or come home - 
just like a normal man would kiss his wife on the lips - which you're not 
allowed to do. I want you to get used to kissing my ass Michael because 
you're going to be doing it a lot. Now you can go to the bathroom but 
remember not to wash your face."

As Mike drove back t Diane's apartment he glanced over at his heavy wife 
asleep in the car next to him. What had he gotten into? What kind of 
marriage was this going to be? His penis was locked up, he was going to 
remain a virgin, his ribs hurt from her sitting on him and he was exhausted 
from lack of sleep because of having to spend the last two nights under the 
covers with his face in her ass. And bladder control? Did he make a big 
mistake in marrying Diane? He was not allowed to kiss her above her waist - 
he had to kiss her ass. All this would change he knew - she just had to get 
it out of her system. He would have to be patient. He would soon see how 
very wrong he was.

It was six in the evening when they arrived back home and as soon as they 
entered Diane's apartment where they would be living Diane told Mike to take 
a shower and shave. He was happy to. To wash her cum remains from that 
morning from his face.  When he came out of the bathroom he was his wife was 
laying on the bed still dressed and talking on the phone and laughing. Mike 
looked for clothes. "Diane, where are my clothes?"  "Just a minute Carol. 
Michael, no clothes in the house. I want you naked when you're in the 
house." Mike realized that whoever was on the phone had heard what his wife 
had said. She went back to talking on the phone and laughed and Mike 
realized it was her friend Carol and she knew all about his situation. Mike 
became upset. "Diane this is ridiculous. I want my clothes - and I want this 
thing off me." Diane expected this and now was the time to deal with it. 
"Hold on again Carol," she said again to her friend as she put the phone 
down and went over to her new husband and slapped him hard in the face. and 
then shouted at him. "Don't you ever raise your voice to me again Michael! 
Do you understand me?" Mike was shocked and muttered a "yes" as he put his 
hand to his burning cheek. "Now I just gave you a new rule. No clothes in 
the house. Now you just stand there like a good boy until I get off the 
phone and think about what I just said." The she picked up the phone again 
and went back to talking to Carol. She laughed and Mike heard her say, "Oh 
he's not going anywhere, Car, he's mine. Well, see you tomorrow. Bye" Mike 
swallowed. "Diane - dear---" "Oh I like that Michael. I want you to say 
"dear" whenever you speak to me. .I want you to say 'no dear' and 'yes 
dear'. Just like a henpecked husband." She laughed. "Now your new rule. No 
clothes in the house." "But Diane - dear, why--" Diane cut him off and 
answered the way she would answer him many times again - the way children 
hated to hear their parents answer. "Because I said so Michael."