His Awful Marriage - chapter 10 
by Michael Freemont


They  all stayed like that - Mike kneeling in front of the hassock with his 
wife's foot in her mouth while Diane and Carol chatted. Then the phone rang 
and Diane answered it. It was Mike's friend Jack calling to ask about Mike 
playing baseball tomorrow - which was Saturday. Oh this was perfect - 
perfect timing. Diane explained to Jack with Carol  - and of course Mike 
there to hear. "Jack, Mike won't have any more time for baseball. He's 
married to me now and he won't have any more free time so please don't call 
here again." She saw her husband turn beet red but he kept her foot in his 
mouth. "No Jack you can't speak to him. I don't let him speak on the phone. 
Now goodbye." And she hung up the phone. "Diane, please," said Mike finally 
taking her foot from his mouth. "Jack's my friend." Diane was patient. 
"Michael, darling, I told you yesterday  - you don't have time for friends 
anymore. There are so many things you have to do for me. Darling, you're 
going to have to accept your new married life. Now this way Jack won't call 
again and I'm sure he'll tell the rest of your old friends and we won't have 
to keep making up excuses. Don't you agree Car?"  Carol smiled down at Mike. 
"Oh absolutely." Diane spoke to her husband again. "Michael, you have to 
understand that your life has changed. Your run around days are over - just 
like your days of jerking off. He used to jerk off every day like a little 
boy," she said to Carol. Carol shook her head. "How disgusting. Well I guess 
he can't do that anymore."  "Not with his restrainer locked on he can't. 
Okay, that's enough talk now Michael. Get my foot back into your mouth 
before I get pissed off." And feeling awful Mike took her foot in his hands 
and brought his mouth around her toes. Now with her foot in his mouth all he 
could see was the top of her foot and not her face and he didn't see her 
smiling broadly at Carol. Then she continued to rub it in. "It's for the 
best Michael. You can't have friends anymore. What would you talk about to 
them? Your restrainer or how I'm keeping you a virgin? Or how you have to 
spend every night with your face in my ass?" "His face in your ass?" asked 
Carol. Diane smiled. "Yes, it's something we came up with to break Michael 
of some of his bad habits. I'm teaching him to be my wimpy pussy licker and 
he's had a problem with my smells. Car, I don't think I should have to take 
a bath whenever I want him to eat me out do you?"  "Absolutely not." Said 
Carol laughing. "And I like to have his face between my thighs when I cum 
and it's nice to have his face there when I drift off to sleep. And I don't 
want to be afraid to fart. So by keeping Michael under the covers at might 
with his face in my ass he's having to learn to accept my smells - all of 
them. And I've noticed that it's making him more docile and wimpy. Isn't it 
darling?" The women giggled. "And it feels so wonderful with his nose back 
there. That's his sex tool - his nose - not his penis." The women laughed. 
Then, as the evening passed Diane told Carol all about their honeymoon and 
how she had used his stomach as a blanket at the beach. Fear really hit Mike 
when he heard them make plans to go to the beach the next day and Diane 
said, "Ill show you what a good blanket he is."

As soon as they got to the beach that day Diane made Mike lay down and she 
sat on his stomach and Mike let out a loud groan and Carol laughed. 
"P-please g-get up - you're c-crushing me--" "Get up? Michael I just sat 
down. We're going to be here all day. Now be a good boy and show Carol what 
a good beach blanket you are." Mike was in pain from her weight on his 
stomach. "Michael, open your mouth. Take long, slow breaths and try to 
relax. You'll feel better." Mike did as he wife suggested and he found it 
helped a little. "That's the good boy. Now just lay still all day and 
practice being passive." Mike knew he had no choice but to just lay there 
and he knew her weight would get more oppressive as the day went on. Diane 
loved this and she chatted with Carol as she sat. "I don't think he likes 
being your blanket Di," said Carol as glanced down at the suffering boy. 
Diane smiled down at him. "He's a type A person Carol and he's got to learn 
to become passive and this is a good way to teach him." Hours later Diane 
let her calf rest on Mike's face making it harder for him to breathe. She 
noticed that and laughed. "Don't you like my calves Michael?" He didn't know 
what to say. "I don't know, you kiss my pussy and my ass and my feet but you 
never kiss my calves. C'mon, kiss them." He did.

Mike was in agony that night and his shower felt so nice. And then his 
shave. But his good feelings ended as soon as he came out of the bathroom 
and saw his wife on the bed. She was laying on her side with her left leg 
bent at the knee and raised exposing her hairy pussy and her large ass. She 
was looking at him with a smirk on her face, daring him to offer any 
resistance. Mike knew this was not the time for resistance and he just 
approached her seeing the clump of hair between her legs, her pimples and 
the moles on her legs and asscheeks and he swallowed but got on the bed and 
put his head on her lower thigh. She smiled. "Move up closer Michael. C'mon, 
get your nose in my ass. That's it." Mike couldn't believe the awful smell 
and he realized that a day at the beach made her sweat but unlike him, she 
didn't shower. She lowered her leg locking her husband in for the night.

And the next day, Sunday, Diane told Mike she was going out with her friends 
and left him a list of chores to do. That became the routine. He hated his 
life. His job was his only escape. He loved his job. He was a good engineer 
and he loved getting lost in the intricacies of his work. It was harder to 
apply himself because he was always tired from lack of sleep but he did his 
best. And his work helped Mike get his mind off his awful marriage. Unlike 
most people, Mike spent the weekends looking forward to Monday morning and 
going back to work. He loved Diane but - if only she would change. But she 
seemed to be getting stricter every day and his life was miserable. Mike's 
pleasure from his job bothered Diane.

It happened one morning while they were eating breakfast and Mike happened 
to mention an important meeting he had that morning. Diane said nothing but 
it bothered her. She knew it was irrational for her to want to deny her 
husband any pleasure but she couldn't help it. In her marriage her husband's 
job was not going to interfere with her pleasure - and she got pleasure from 
denying her husband pleasure. Minutes later as she was crapping, sitting on 
Mike's hands, she started. "What are you doing Michael?" "I-I I'm kissing 
your legs," he said, afraid he had done something wrong. "Michael, get your 
lips back on my legs and keep kissing them. I didn't tell you to stop. I 
told you - whenever we're in this position you are to keep your lips on my 
legs and keep kissing them. You're not to lift them for an instant and if 
you have to speak you speak without lifting your lips from my legs.. Do you 
understand?" "Y-yes," he answered into her leg. She smiled down at him. 
"That's it. But Michael, I don't like the way you're kissing my legs." Now 
she was going to teach him how to kiss her legs and make him late for his 
meeting. "First of all Michael, your mind is wandering and you're not 
thinking about what you're doing. When you kiss my legs that's all you 
should be thinking about. Do you understand me?" "Yes," he answered into her 
leg. It was so boring. How could he not let his mind wander? What did she 
expect from him? But he knew better than to say anything. "Now let's discuss 
your kissing. I expect you to kiss my legs with passion Michael and you 
haven't been doing that." Mike didn't know what she meant but he kissed her 
legs with what he thought was passion. "That's a little better Michael but 
not so macho. Stop trying to think of yourself as a man. I don't like it. 
Kiss my legs submissively - like you were worshipping them. Keep your lips 
wimpy Michael - very loose - and keep your mouth open a little." He did. 
"That's better. That's a good boy. I want soft, submissive, wimpy but 
passionate kisses on my legs. Mmmmm. Yes. Like that. Now keep doing that for 
awhile. That's it." "Diane," he said obediently keeping his lips on her leg, 
"I have to go to work. It's late. I have an important meeting." "Michael 
darling," she said sweetly, "I'm sure Mr. Johnson will understand that 
learning how to kiss your wife's legs is more important than any meeting. 
Certainly in our marriage it is. Now stop talking and keep kissing my legs." 
He did as she said, hoping to get this over with. "How about here?" she said 
pointing to the outside of her upper left thigh just below her hip. Mike 
stretched and kissed her there. "No Michael," she screamed, "You don't lift 
your lips from my legs. How many times do I have to tell you that? Are you 
that stupid? I want you to kiss my leg here but I want you to get your lips 
here without lifting them for even an instant and kissing all the way as you 
move your lips on my legs. Stop rushing Michael. Forget about your meeting. 
You're going to be here until I feel you've learned how to kiss my legs 
properly and I don't care if it takes all day!" Tears came to Mike's eyes as 
he thought about his job and the meeting he would be missing. Diane was 
pleased with herself as she felt his tear fall on her leg. Another five 
minutes passed. "Don't slobber Michael. Keep your lips dry. That's better. 
Slowly. And keep moving your lips to every part of my legs without lifting 
them. And keep your lips soft and wimpy Michael. Stop acting macho. Finally 
two hours later, Diane got up and took her heavy weight from Mike's arms and 
Mike went to work like that - very late.

To be continued------