Mary's Poor Hubby
By Mary (nykinkywife)
Part 1
I married my husband Chris 8 years ago, but it was never exactly a match made in
heaven. I could have had a number of different guys but, instead of marrying one
of the studs that I would go out with occasionally, I decided to marry the sort
of man from whom I knew I could get what I wanted. Chris is about the same
height as me (5'8") and, at 42, is 12 years older. At the time of our marriage,
he was progressing well at work as a hospital administrator and, although it may
sound a little cold, he appeared to be a good bet for a comfortable life. I
don't want to give the impression that I didn't care for Chris - I did, but it
just wasn't one of those great passions you read about in romance novels. The
situation was pretty straightforward - he was delighted to have a way prettier
and sexier wife than he deserved and I was happy to move into his very nice home
and enjoy the obvious benefits of having a hard-working, well-paid hubby.
We quickly settled into the marriage and the only problem that concerned me was
Chris's inadequate little dick and his inability to satisfy me in bed. Otherwise
he was a great husband and provider and, besides, I always knew I could find
good sex elsewhere if I really needed to. As it turned out, I was able to
maintain my sanity through a combination of a rather large, black dildo and a
number of wild fantasies, which veered between the hot and sexy on the one hand
and the outrageously depraved and filthy on the other. I really don't know where
all these thoughts came from, but many of my more far-out fantasies involved my
husband being humiliated and broken by another man or woman, usually my lover (I
started having many vivid lesbian fantasies in my teen years, but had never
acted on them other than the odd schoolgirl fumble with a girlfriend).
Things changed dramatically 2 years ago when Chris's boss at the hospital
retired and we were both looking forward to his promotion and a big pay rise.
However, my husband was passed over for that job and instead the hospital
appointed an outsider named Joe, a younger guy, at 34, who was black and had an
MBA and a reputation for bringing a tough business mentality to hospital
administration. Chris was furious at the decision and at home he would rant
about quitting, but he didn't say a word at work - not when Joe instructed him
to move into a smaller office; not when he took away my husband's company car;
not even when he made Chris take a compulsory pay cut.
As each day went by, I became increasingly frustrated with the situation. This
new guy was cutting our standard of living and my husband wasn't doing a damned
thing about it. This was only made worse by his constant complaining and moaning
about how hard-done-by he was. Eventually, I snapped and told hubby that he
should act like a man and confront Joe about everything that had happened and
demand reinstatement of his salary and benefits. He said he would, but I knew he
wouldn't. When Chris had failed to make his approach to Joe for a whole week, I
decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. Without mentioning it to
my husband, I called Joe's secretary and made an appointment to see him the
following Friday morning.
When I arrived at the hospital on Friday, I was asked to take a seat outside
Joe's office, where I was kept waiting for ages. I was worried about Chris
stopping by and seeing me, but he didn't and I was eventually shown into a large
office, where Joe was on the telephone. He waved at me to take a seat while he
finished his conversation. I sat on the edge of the chair and couldn't help but
think to myself what a handsome man Joe was. Even seated behind his desk, he was
clearly tall, athletic and looked after himself well - the complete opposite of
my husband, who was becoming decidedly fat. When he was finished, he hung up
and, without standing up or even introducing himself, he said
"I guess you want to see me about your husband and the reduction in his salary."
I was a little taken aback at his directness, which really took the wind out of
my sails, and simply nodded my head.
"You must understand that I have been brought in here to shake things up - we
have new standards now under which every employee must be able to show that he
or she adds value to the organisation. Promotions and pay rises will no longer
be dependent on how long a person has worked here. Your husband has simply
failed to show that he adds value, so his circumstances have been reduced
accordingly. Doesn't that sound fair to you?"
I could hardly disagree and I was fumbling to find something to say in Chris's
defence, but I didn't really know where he could have added value, after all, he
was an old-style administrator. Instead, I just muttered about how hard it was
to get by on my husband's new earnings and that we were starting to have trouble
making ends meet. Joe smiled sympathetically and then said something that
startled me
"You are a very beautiful woman Mary and I'm sure you're way too good for your
husband. Perhaps we could come to some arrangement between ourselves that would
compensate you for his miserable performance." With that, he pushed himself back
from his desk to reveal that he had his pants undone all the time I had been in
his office. To my great shock, his huge black cock lay in his lap. His arrogance
repelled me, but the sight of his enormous dick and his commanding manner left
me speechless and agape. He rose to his full 6'4" and came round to my side of
the desk. He approached my chair and I was completely unable to tear my eyes
away from the truly majestic cock that swung between his legs as he arrived by
my side.
"Your husband got a cock like this?" he sneered.
"No," I answered feebly. "He has a very small cock. I wish he did have one like
that." I shocked myself by saying that.
Without any further discussion, Joe grasped the back of my head and guided me
towards his wonderful dick. With the other hand, he lifted his monster cock so
that its head came to my lips. I just had to have it and opened my mouth without
hesitation and all thoughts of my hubby and our money problems were gone. I
sucked him like a whore and ran my hands all over his shaft and his big, heavy
balls. He kept fucking my mouth and calling me all sorts of degrading names and
I loved it. After what seemed the longest time and with my jaws aching terribly,
he shot torrent after torrent of his hot seed into my mouth and I swallowed as
hard as I could to make sure I had it all. When he was finished with me, he put
his cock away, zipped up and returned to his own chair.
"I think we have an understanding," he said. "What I am willing to do is this. I
will reinstate your husband's earnings in full and add a cash payment in respect
of the company car. But I can't be seen to be rewarding him, so I shall arrange
for this money to be paid direct to you each month. You can leave the details to
me."
My smile must have lit up the whole room. "But what do you want in return Joe?"
I asked. I knew perfectly well what he wanted, but I wanted to hear him say it,
to make me feel desirable and wanted.
"In return, Mary, you will make yourself available to me at least 3 times a week
during the day. I might want you to come here and I might come round to your
place and fuck you in the marital bed. I'm sure the arrangements will vary. In
addition, I intend to start sending your husband on out-of-town business trips
to visit our suppliers and to help with a recruitment campaign we are starting.
On nights when he is away, I will be staying at your house and using you as my
personal whore. Agreed?"
I couldn't believe my luck. A masterful stud like Joe to fuck my brains out; my
whining hubby out of town regularly; and being paid for it!! It seemed like all
my Christmases had come at once. I agreed immediately.
The new arrangement with Joe worked really well. For the first time in my life I
was getting plenty of really dirty, degrading, satisfying sex from a hung bull
who knew what he was doing. The money was also coming through, as Joe had
promised, and I didn't for a moment feel like I was whoring for it - I was
enjoying myself so much, it was more like a well-paying hobby. Chris kept on
moaning about his lot in life, but I didn't really pay much attention to it and,
besides, he was generally only at home 3 days a week. The rest of the time he
was on the road while Joe was in his bed with his increasingly slutty wife.
Things came to a head around 6 months ago when Chris, for the first time in his
life, actually decided to stand up for himself and announced at breakfast one
morning that he was going to quit the hospital. I didn't give it much credence
as he disappeared off to work. Later that morning, I took a call from Joe saying
he would be coming to the house at lunchtime and I should be ready for a real
hard fucking. I prepared myself, taking a long hot bath, shaving my tingling
pussy and selecting my very naughtiest lingerie for my lover's pleasure.
Joe was on time and, as usual, didn't disappoint me when he ravished me so
completely that it took me some time to regain my composure as we lay on the
bed, his thick cum oozing out of my stretched cunt and onto the sheets. As we
were basking in the afterglow of some truly great sex, Joe dropped a bombshell.
"You know Chris quit the hospital today?" he asked.
I was shocked. "He said he was going to but I never believed him - he's always
saying stuff like that."
"Well, he did it today. I have his resignation letter in my jacket pocket.
Apparently, he has a new job offer across town."
"Oh God!!" I said. "So where does that leave you and me?"
"I don't think anything will be changing for quite a while." He said. You see,
once he had slapped his resignation on my desk, he marched out of the building
and was knocked down by a passing car. He just wasn't watching where he was
going."
"Jesus! Is he OK?" I asked.
"He was in the ER as I left," Joe said, coldly. "I don't think it's anything
life threatening, but he will be laid up for a while. Before coming over here, I
took the liberty of calling his new employers and giving them the news and they
are withdrawing their offer of a job. So it looks like Chris will be staying
with us for the foreseeable future."
"But what about his resignation?" I asked. "Are you just going to pretend that
he never quit?"
"As long as he behaves himself and does as he's told, he can keep his job. If
not, he's out and can join the unemployment line. But don't worry about yourself
- I'll make sure you are well taken care of, my little slut."
It suddenly occurred to me that, while my husband was being treated in the ER, I
was here in the marital bed with my lover, his seed leaking out of my unfaithful
pussy. I had not leapt out of bed and rushed to the hospital as a wife should,
but had instead stayed by my lover's side, discussing our future together. It
was not lost on Joe, who simply said that Chris would be fine and that we could
both visit him tomorrow. With that, I rested my head on his chest and reached
down to grasp his monster cock to see if I could coax one more rock hard
erection out of it before Joe had to return to the office. At that moment, I was
in the only place I wanted to be.
