119 comments/ 55005 views/ 16 favorites Dear Random Soul Ch. 01 By: Nick_Nice Please forgive me if this missive seems disjointed. Sanity is not my strong suit. Last night my wife made a confession that has pierced me to the core. My only hope is that I will one day be able to sweep up the fragments of my shattered psyche and move on. But for now I am a broken man. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dexter Pym. I am the manager of the Safari Room, a snack bar and café located inside the monkey house of the city zoo. I am a productive member of society. I pay my bills, mow my lawn, and keep my hedges trimmed. I have been married to a beautiful woman named Maria for nearly a year. Until yesterday our marriage has been a dream. The only smudge on our otherwise perfect life is that Maria has a checkered past. She's had plenty of boyfriends, to put it politely. I've come to accept this, but there is one ex-boyfriend who I wish I didn't know about. His name is Thor and he's a male stripper. I am still trying to get my head around that fact. When Maria told me about him I was greatly bothered. After all, male strippers are known for their large penises. My own penis is kind of average, or maybe even a bit smaller than average. I guess I felt intimidated. All I know is that I hate the idea of a man with a bigger dick having sex with my wife. But that is what happened and there's nothing I can do about it. When Maria first mentioned Thor, back when we were dating, I asked her to never bring his name up again. She honored my request, and that was the last I'd heard of him. In fact, I'd almost forgotten about his existence. As I've said, our marriage has been picture perfect. But all that changed last night. It pains me to write this but I must describe the conversation that Maria and I had just as it took place. We were sitting on the couch watching television when I looked over and noticed that Maria had on a pair of earrings that had disappeared a few months ago. I knew they'd been missing because she'd been very upset when she couldn't find them. "I see you found your earrings," I said, simply making an observation. My wife returned my comment with a strange look. In her expression I detected alarm, but with a trace of relief underneath. "What's the matter?" I asked. Maria sighed and said "I didn't exactly find them." "You didn't?" I was confused. "Then how do you have them?" "Thor gave them back to me." My heart stopped beating. There was that name. The name I hoped I would never hear again. "Thor?" She nodded. "That's right. I guess I should tell you. I still see him from time to time. I accidentally left the earrings at his place and he gave them back to me yesterday." I was speechless. Gradually my heart began beating again and I was able to move my tongue. "You said you still 'see him'. Does that mean that the two of you...have sex?" Maria nodded. "That's all we do. Have sex. We don't really have anything in common. We just get together to fuck." I had to fight hard just to keep from choking. But now that the cat was out of the bag I had to hear the whole thing. "If you don't have anything in common, then why do you have sex with him?" Her answer hit me like a bullet. "Because I love his dick." "Really?" I asked, my stomach tying itself in a knot. My wife bit her lower lip. "Yes. I can't live without it." "Do you...like it better than mine?" "Do you really want to know?" I nodded, steeling myself for the answer. "I love your dick, Dexter," Maria put her hand on my knee. "I love it because it's part of you. But if you want me to answer your question honestly, I'd have to say that I love Thor's dick more. A lot more. It's like no contest. Sorry baby." I felt sick. My brain was throbbing. But I had to know the whole truth. I asked her why she loved his dick so much. "Because it's so big. When he fucks me he really fills me up inside. Please don't feel bad baby, but when Thor fucks me, I cum a thousand times harder." "Is that all?" I asked, on the verge of crying. "I also love the way his cum tastes. It's delicious." The throbbing in my brain increased. I couldn't stand the thought of my wife's sweet lips - the lips that I kiss goodnight when I go to bed - wrapped around another man's dick. Let alone a dick bigger than mine. And the idea that she had let him cum in her mouth made me sick. "I can't believe you suck his dick." My voice cracked from misery. Maria looked me right in the eye and said: "If by 'suck his dick' you mean 'let him fuck my face', then yes. When I give Thor head he shoves his cock all the way down my throat. He fucks my face until I gag. He taught me how to deep throat. That's why I can deep throat your little dick, honey. It's because I've swallowed Thor's big dick about a hundred times." I felt like throwing up. And yet I had to know more. I had to know every sordid detail. "Do you let him put it in..." I struggled to get the words out. "Do I let him put it in my ass? Is that what you want to know?" I nodded. "Of course I do. You know how much I love having my ass fucked. Remember the first time you fucked me in the ass? Remember how your dick slid in so easily? That's because Thor had already stretched out my asshole with his fat cock. After having his big dick in my ass I can take your little dick without blinking." I almost died right then. The idea of another man experiencing the joy of fucking Maria in the ass drove me insane. I could imagine how exquisite the tight ring of my wife's sphincter felt on his dick. In fact, the sensation would be better for him, since her ass would feel tighter around his much larger penis. A tear trickled down my cheek. All this time I had thought that I was the only one in the world who had known this wonderful feeling. I felt ready to faint. The only thing that kept me from blacking out entirely was the notion that Maria was telling me all of this because she had finally decided to cut off the relationship. "So, are you going to stop seeing him?" Maria actually laughed at me. It was a horrible sound, between the caw of a crow and a crazed cackle. "Are you crazy?" she said. "Why would I stop seeing the man who gives me the best sex of my life? I'm sorry, baby, but when it comes to Thor and his big dick, I just don't have any self-control. I couldn't break up with him if I wanted to." I wiped my runny nose with the back of my hand. "So what does that mean for us?" "Well," she said. "If you force me to choose between the two of you...hmmm, how should I put this...my decision might not make you happy. But, if you can be open-minded and think about my needs for a change, then we can keep things just the way they are. I can let you fuck me with your little dick whenever you need it, and when I'm in the mood for something bigger and better, I can go to Thor." Hearing her lay out the choice so bluntly was like having a grenade dropped inside my skull. I told Maria that I needed some time to think. Although I hate to admit it, I would go along with almost anything just to keep my wife happy. But at the same time my pride had been deeply wounded. Maria told me that I have one day to decide. So I need to tell her by tonight. That is why I am writing all of this down. I hope that by examining my feelings the solution would become apparent. But as of right now I'm even more confused. So if you're reading this, dear random soul, and you have an opinion on what I should do, please let me know. I could use some good advice. Dear Random Soul Ch. 02 Hello Everyone. Thank You, first off, for leaving so many comments on my last post. I read each and every one. There was some good advice, and some harsh opinions. But I take it all to heart. I know that deep inside everyone wants the best for me. The only comment I didn't appreciate was the person who said that what I wrote was silly. You might think my life is silly, but I sure don't. I also take exception to the person who said that a wife would never talk to her husband that way. All I have to say is that you don't know Maria. My wife is brutally honest. I might paraphrase her words from time to time but the essence is the same. To recap, my wife Maria has taken a lover and has told me that I need to "deal with it." After a lot of deliberation, I told Maria that I was going to stick it out. As a result I am now sharing her affections with another man. And not just any man, but a male stripper named Thor. Why do I put up with it? I guess it's because I'm so deeply devoted to Maria. Although that may have changed after last night. Because last night was without a doubt the most humiliating experience of my life. I must warn the unsuspecting reader. The humiliations I am about to describe surpass any previous definition of obscene and enter the realm of the truly abhorrent. If you have a weak heart, or a weak stomach, now would be a good time to stop reading. I suppose I should begin by describing my wife, since she is the catalyst of my undoing. Maria has long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a fantastic body. Whenever she looks at me, I feel as if I am standing naked in the wind. It's as if she can see inside my heart and knows how hopelessly smitten I am by her beauty. For all the readers who advised me to just dump my wife, you probably don't realize that Maria is the only beautiful woman who has ever paid attention to me. It's hard to turn your back on that kind of good fortune. If you were in my shoes, with a face and body as unimpressive as mine, you would be just as conflicted as I am. After I reluctantly agreed that Maria could keep seeing Thor, she made another date with him. The whole time she was out on her date I felt sick with jealousy. When I left for work the next morning she still hadn't come home. I didn't see her until I got back from work the next evening. I had to bring up how insecure I felt about this new arrangement. I figured I owed it to myself. In response Maria suggested that we have Thor over for dinner, so I could meet him myself. She kept telling me what a nice guy he was. She said that if I got the chance to meet him, I wouldn't feel so insecure. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but I finally relented and said Okay. So last night it finally happened. My wife's lover came over for a drink. The evening began like any other. I came home from work and put on a pair of jeans. Maria told me to tidy up the place while she changed her clothes. I was dusting our wedding picture when an insistent knock came at the door. Inside my chest, my heart started pounding just as hard. I opened the door and there he was. A big muscular jerk with a smug look on his face. Thor walked in without waiting for me to invite him inside. That should have been a hint right there. He went into our kitchen like he owned the place and poured himself a Jack and Coke, which annoyed me because he used the last bit of whiskey. I poured myself a glass of water and then we both sat down in the living room. What follows is more or less a transcription of the conversation we had. I hope it doesn't sound silly. I didn't have a tape recorder. But I'll try to recapture it as best I can. I remember that Thor held up his drink to look at it closer. "This drink is a lot like Maria," he said. At that point I was still trying to be a good host. "Yes," I said, agreeing with him. "She is intoxicating." He frowned impatiently, as if I didn't understand his meaning. "You've got three ingredients: whiskey, ice, and Coke. These are common, easy to acquire. But put these things together in the right measure and you've got magic." "I know what you mean." "Do you really?" Thor leaned forward. "I think so." I was starting to feel uneasy. He stared at me for a moment and then eased back into the chair. He turned his attention once again to his drink. "The whiskey represents Maria's ability to blur a man's senses," he said slowly. "And then there's the ice, which represents her demeanor. And then there's the Coke..." "What does that represent?" "Her dark side." "That's pretty cool," I said. "Yes, it is pretty cool. It's what makes her irresistible." "To being irresistible," I said and raised my glass of water. Thor raised his glass of Jack and Coke. We both took deep swallows. "Well well. What have we here?" Thor said loudly. Maria walked into the room and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. My wife was wearing a short black skirt, black stockings, and a pair of six-inch black high heels. As she strutted across the room my heart burned with jealousy. My wife had never dressed that way for me. I wondered why she would do that for Thor, and then I remembered our conversation from last week. Maria had been very forthcoming about why she liked Thor. She had said that it came down to the size of his dick. As I watched my wife strut past, I burned with jealousy. Damn, I wish I had a big dick. On a side note, I think I might get dick extension surgery. From what I hear it doesn't take too long to heal. Sure, it would look ugly at first, but it would be worth it. The truth is that I would go through any ordeal, and pay any amount of money, to add even a quarter inch to my penis. I made up my mind as I looked at Maria in her sexy outfit. More than anything I just want to please her. At that point Maria dimmed the lights and went to sit on Thor's lap. My heart sank in my chest. "Why don't you go sit by your husband?" Thor said. "He looks a little lonely." Maria smiled as if she just got some private joke. She sat down next to me on the couch and pressed her leg against mine. "So Dexter," she said in a sultry voice. "Do you like the way I'm dressed tonight?" "Why yes!" I said with great eagerness. "You are as lovely as a flower." I always tell my wife that she's beautiful, but I was happy to tell her yet again. What came out of her mouth next truly shocked me. "Let me ask you something, Dexter. If you could ask me to do anything, sexually I mean, what would it be?" I couldn't believe she was asking a question like that in front of Thor. But that's how Maria is. She doesn't mince words. I decided to be just as blunt with my answer. After all, two can play at that game. "Honey," I said. "If I could request anything from you, it would be oral sex." "What a naughty boy you are!" Maria said smirking. "Well, I guess I can do that for you. Since you've been nice enough to let me keep seeing Thor." She looked over her shoulder at her lover. "What do you think, Thor? Should I give my husband head?" "Sure" Thor chuckled. "He looks like he could use a little fun." I felt humiliated that my wife was asking her lover's opinion on the matter. But I was grateful that I was about to get head from my beautiful wife. Her lips were so succulent. I couldn't wait to feel them on my penis. A dark spark burned in Maria's eyes. "Okay," she said, licking her lips. "Let's get your fly open and pull out that big dick of yours." As she said this she suppressed a giggle. Maria unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. When my dick was out she burst into laughter. She looked over her shoulder at Thor. He was laughing as well. My heart shriveled in my chest. Maria looked back up at me. "I'd love to suck your dick, baby, but I can't see it." I felt like she had ripped my heart out. "But, but, but," I stammered. "Oh, here it is," she pantomimed surprise. "It's so small that I missed it at first." I struggled to form a response. "If you put it in your mouth, it'll get bigger. I promise." "I'm sorry baby," Maria said. "I don't think I can suck your little dick anymore." Her voice was dripping with mock sympathy. "Not when I have Thor's big dick to suck." I had to think fast. I knew that Maria wasn't impressed by my dick. But there is one thing that she really enjoys, which is when I lick her ass. I decided to play my trump card right then and there. "Then can I lick your ass?" Hmmm. My wife paused to think about it. I hated to lower myself by begging but I needed something drastic to win back her love. "How about this..." Maria smiled... "If I can get aroused -- which is going to be hard after seeing your little dick -- then maybe, just maybe, you can have the honor of cleaning my butthole with your tongue." A tiny ray of light shone from between the clouds. The thought of being able to lick my wife's ass was the only thing that could rescue me from my prison of self-loathing. "Hey Thor," she said, turning around on her heels to look at her lover. "Why don't you come over here and show Dexter what a real man's dick looks like?" Thor said Sure and walked over while unzipping his pants. Indignation welled inside my chest as he reached in and pulled out the biggest dick I've ever seen. It was the kind of dick that I would pay my life's savings for. I felt ill as I glimpsed the raw hunger in Maria's eyes. She held the immense cock in her hands and gave the head a little lick. And then she smiled. A drop of pre-cum hung from her lips. "This is what a real dick looks like." I folded my arms and sat back on the couch. But try as I might I couldn't keep my eyes off her. As I watched, my wife proceeded to wrap her beautiful lips around the head of Thor's dick and then took the shaft down her throat inch by devastating inch. I couldn't believe that Maria was deep-throating that monstrosity. She pulled Thor's fat cock back out of her mouth and looked at me. "Don't you wish you had a dick this big?" "Yes," I stammered, hating myself for being so honest. "Well, too bad it won't happen. You're going to be stuck with that little dick for the rest of your life." I'd had enough of this abuse. "It's not so little," I said. "Compared to most other dicks, it's probably average. And it's big enough to satisfy most women." Maria laughed with an even shriller sound. "If you really think your dick is big enough to satisfy most women, then why don't sex shops carry dildos in your size?" I didn't know how to respond. I hadn't thought of that before. I tried to remember the last time I was in a sex shop. As I wracked my brain for proof of my adequacy my wife delivered another painful verdict. "Your dick isn't even as big as a butt plug." The full impact of her words hit me and sorrow welled up inside my chest. As I sat there, sniffling, tears started running down my cheeks. My wife's face softened as she saw my sorrow. As I wept she reached out and touched my face. Finally, I sighed. She was showing at least a hint of compassion. I knew that she felt bad for destroying my confidence and was now stroking my face to show that she still cared. She gathered my tears on her fingertips. Then she turned and rubbed my tears on her lover's penis. I couldn't believe it. She was using my tears to lubricate Thor's cock. Maria laughed and looked at me with an expression so evil that it chilled my soul. To think that a woman could enjoy hurting me so much was almost too much to bear. At the same time it gave me a sick kind of hope. I clung to the thought that I could still arouse her -- not with my dick because it was too small to arouse any woman -- but with my capacity for abuse. If Maria got turned on by humiliating me, so be it. At least I could make her happy in some way. "My cock needs more lube," Thor grunted. Then the unthinkable happened. My wife's lover walked over and wiped his dick on my face. The sheer humiliation I felt in that awful moment caused fresh tears to burst from my eyes. To my horror Thor put the head of his cock in the corner of my eye. I tried to clamp my eyelid shut but he kept his dick pressed against my naked eyeball. "Cry on my cock." The head of his cock rubbing on my eyeball felt like salt being rubbed into a wound. My tear ducts went into overdrive. Tears shot out of my eyes in gushing squirts. They landed on Thor's cock and ran in rivulets down his shaft. He pumped his tool until the entire length was wet and shiny. Thor eventually took his tear-dampened cock from my face. Maria gathered the tears that were left and then rubbed them on her pussy. This could only mean one thing. My wife and her lover were going to fuck in front of me. I had to steady myself for what followed. As I watched in disgust, my wife hiked up her skirt. She didn't have any underwear on. She reclined on the couch and spread her legs. Thor rubbed the head of his massive dick on her pussy lips and then pushed it in. Maria squealed at the top of her lungs. Thor began fucking my wife, plowing her pussy while she squealed with joy. She was starting to cum. I sat there transfixed as Maria came again and again. I realized then that I had never truly witnessed my wife orgasm. Each orgasmic scream left a scar on my soul. Hearing Maria scream in pleasure as Thor fucked her was as hard to take as hearing her ridicule the size of my penis. In some ways it was worse. I watched in stunned silence as my worst nightmare came true before my eyes. Despite being at my absolute lowest point, I felt redeemed by the fact that I had contributed to Maria's arousal. Who knows, I thought to myself, I might still get a chance to lick her asshole. She did say I could lick it, provided that she was aroused. And she certainly seemed aroused now. Thor lifted my wife with his muscular arms and turned her over. Then he pounded her doggy-style from behind. He pulled her hair as he fucked her, causing her to wince with each thrust of his pelvis. It pains me to say it, but I was impressed, both by Thor's skill at fucking and by Maria's endurance. She was truly a creature made for sex. After she came for perhaps the hundredth time, they started to slow down a little. "Excuse me," I said in a broken voice. They both looked over at me with annoyance. Thor kept his cock embedded in my wife's pussy. "Maria, can I..." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Can I still lick your ass?" I prayed that she would take pity on me and let me have just one lick. "What do you think, Thor?" she looked over her shoulder. "Should I let him?" Thor looked at me. "What did you say you wanted to do?" I realized that I needed his consent. I cleared my throat and said, in as clear a voice as I could muster: "Can I please lick my wife's ass?" Thor pulled his cock out of Maria's pussy. It made a slurping sound as it left her gaping vagina. "You want to lick her ass?" He pulled one of her butt cheeks open. "You mean this tight little hole right here?" My heart leaped as I glimpsed the puckered orifice. "Yes." I nodded eagerly. "Sure, why not." Thor said. Finally! One thing was going to go my way. "Just let me get it ready for you first." My dream shattered like a dropped vase. "No!" I cried out. As I watched with wide-open eyes, Thor positioned the head of his massive tool at the opening of Maria's anus. Brand new tears fell from my eyes. "Wait a second," Maria said, with an extra ounce of cruelty in her voice. She reached out and stroked my face again. "I want to lubricate my butthole with Dexter's tears." Thor chuckled in a hearty rumble that sounded like the devil himself. I watched, dumbstruck, as Maria wiped my tears on her puckered butthole. Her anus twinkled with their sheen. And then, to my shock, horror, and intense revulsion, Thor started fucking my wife up the ass. I felt sick, but I couldn't turn away. Maria's face contorted as Thor slid his fat cock in and out of her anal passage. I couldn't bear the thought of how good my wife's ass must feel to this big-dicked bastard. I wanted to shake my fist at the sky. The ordeal was endless. Thor had incredible stamina, and so did Maria. She came at least a dozen times as his fat dick plowed her rectum. At one point she opened her eyes, touched my tear-covered face, and then put her fingers in her mouth, sucking the salty wetness off of each digit. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste of my pain. It both hurt and felt good to know how much she enjoyed my suffering. After an especially hard stroke, Thor bellowed like a Viking. I knew in that soul-wrenching moment that he was ejaculating in my wife's ass. My heart burned with jealousy. This was too much. I couldn't stand the thought that this bastard was enjoying the absolute pinnacle of pleasure. Maria came at the same time and shuddered for perhaps a minute as convulsions ran through her. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked over her shoulder at Thor. "Holy shit. You must have shot a gallon of cum inside me." Thor smiled in satisfaction. "What can I say?" he grinned. "Humiliating your husband gave me some extra juice." My stomach turned. While I could take solace in the fact that my suffering turned Maria on, I hated the idea that Thor was also enjoying my torment. I'd never felt so low. I didn't think I could go any lower. It turned out that I was wrong. "What do you think, Dexter?" Maria smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "Are you ready to lick my ass?" A wave of nausea rolled up from the depths of my being. It took everything I had not to vomit right then and there. "Well?" She asked again. When I spoke my voice was shaking from humiliation. "I've heard some pretty sick jokes before, but this is the sickest." Maria's beautiful face hardened with anger. "I'm not joking," she said in a sharp voice. "Now get over here and clean my ass with your tongue." "I wouldn't make her angry." Thor warned. Maria turned around and put her ass in my face. Despite the tortured feelings which threatened to blind me completely, I was still excited by the sight of her ass. Her butthole was gaping, so that I could see the darkness within. A thick drop of Thor's semen clung to the rim. I crawled forward on my hands and knees. Maria reached back and spread her ass cheeks. Her butthole opened up even wider. It looked like a mouth waiting to be kissed. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." I said. Fresh tears of humiliation began to well in my eyes. Both Thor and Maria laughed. "Go ahead, Dexter. This is your big chance." Maria taunted me. "Show me how much you love me." I stretched out my tongue and licked her asshole. I had the sickening sensation of being pulled in two directions at once. On the one hand, I adored her asshole and loved that I was finally able to lick it. On the other hand, I could taste Thor's cum on my tongue, and the knowledge that I eating another man's load was the single most humiliating experience in my life. "Wow, he's really good at cleaning my ass. I think he likes the fact that you came in it first." Thor laughed. I couldn't see Maria's face, but I could tell she was smiling as she savored my humiliation. As I had this thought she giggled and with each little shake of her belly another trickle of cum spilled out of her ass. I lapped at the dripping load greedily. I hate to admit it, but Maria was right: Thor's cum is delicious. Mixed with the slime from Maria's ass, it made a concoction every bit as intoxicating as a Jack and Coke. I licked up what I thought was the last drop and then sucked on Maria's butthole to be sure. The whole time Maria was chuckling at my degradation. After she'd had a good laugh at my expense, she looked up at her big-dicked lover. "Hey Thor." "Yes my dear?" "Pull my finger." Dear Random Soul Ch. 02 With her ass less than an inch from my nose, Maria opened her anus and let out a powerful blast. The fart sprayed my face with cum. I felt like Soupy Sales getting a pie smashed in his face. Hot semen dripped from my nose and lips. My eyelids were plastered shut. It was the ultimate degradation. I could hear Thor and Maria laughing like demons. At that point I rolled over and cried myself to sleep, my tears mixing with the copious load that dripped from my face. When I woke up it was morning and the birds were chirping. My eyes were sealed shut but I could hear their sweet song. I tried to be grateful for the new day. After all, a new day is a new beginning. At least I hope it is. So there you have it, folks. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Now I'm really at wit's end. Should I leave my wife? I still think that under her inconsiderate treatment of me, she really does love me. And I don't want to throw away a good thing. On the other hand, I don't know if my fragile mind can take any more humiliation. Again, any helpful comments you could provide would be greatly appreciated. Dear Random Soul Ch. 03 Before I begin, I have to express my gratitude to all the readers who left comments on my last post. Sometimes, when life is at its darkest, a complete stranger will shine a ray of light. I am happy to report that your "rays of light" have helped guide me through a very dark time. So, to all you random souls out there, thank you from the very bottom of my heart. Of course, a few of you made disparaging comments as well. I put these comments in the "tough love" category. I know you all want the best for me. It must be frustrating to witness me make the same mistakes over and over again. All I can say is that I'm trying. And ALL of your comments, each and every one, make me want to try even harder. To the reader who called me the "worst writer ever" I will make no attempt to dispute you. I will, however, point out that my posts are not "stories." They are episodes from my life. And as bad a writer as I may be, I am a real person with real problems. I'm not trying to win any writing contests. I'm trying to save my shattered sanity. To the person who hoped I would "fade into obscurity," you can take solace in the fact that I did fade, nearly to the point of non-existence. But as I was poised on the precipice of total oblivion, something in me fought against the darkness. I clawed my way back to reality and now I stand once again in your midst. Finally, one or two of you have implied that I am not being truthful. Let me state for the record: The tale I am telling you is true. Or essentially true. Yes, I exaggerate from time to time. And, yes, I occasionally use metaphors. But I do these things to expose elusive truths that facts alone cannot reveal. But enough of this blather. Let me recap the events. My loving wife Maria has been having an affair with a male stripper named Thor. Thor's dick is much bigger than mine, which causes me to feel inferior. He is also an insufferable jerk. I agreed to let my wife keep seeing him, but only because she threatened to leave me. Then I made the mistake of letting her invite him over for dinner. It was a truly awful experience. Thor had sex with my wife as I watched and made her orgasm several times. I was devastated. And when I started to cry, he used my tears to lubricate his penis. As for my loving wife, instead of comforting me, she took a sick delight in farting in my face, spraying my tear-stained visage with her lover's semen. I have never felt so degraded. As I write this I find myself faced with a terrible truth: my loving wife enjoys seeing me humiliated. I would do anything to make her happy, and for this reason I have allowed myself to be bullied for her amusement. Is this healthy? Absolutely not. I recognize that I have a problem. But I still believe I can find my way back out of this mess. After the events that I described in my last post, my wife started acting a little nicer towards me. For a while she was the loving wife that I remember. She even gave me a few hugs. It was during this happy period that I read all the comments on my earlier posts. One helpful reader pointed out that my wife was a highly-sexual woman and suggested that I purchase a dildo to keep her happy. Thank you, kind reader. That is a most excellent idea. I want you to know that I took your advice to heart. I took a trip to the local adult bookstore. As I perused the products they had on sale I remembered my wife's hurtful comment about my dick being smaller than any dildo. Scanning the shelves, I realized that she was right. My dick was smaller than the tiniest butt-plug. Dear random soul, if you don't already know this, let me re-state the obvious. Having a little dick is the worst curse a man can have. I would gladly have my arms and legs amputated if it meant adding even a quarter inch to my penis. After all, what is a man without a big dick? I know what some of you are thinking. You're asking yourselves: Would having a bigger dick really improve my inner well-being? Of course it would! By why torture myself thinking about what I can't have? Instead I will focus on an attainable goal: namely, keeping my wife happy. To make a long story short, I ended up buying the biggest dildo they had. I took it back to the car and gift-wrapped it. I used wrapping paper with little pink hearts on it, to make my intentions perfectly clear. Having taken this first step, I was starting to feel a little better about myself. As I drove home I heard the song "Straighten up and Fly Right" by Nat King Cole. I turned it up and sang along. Do you know that one? It's an oldie but a goodie. I felt better than I had in weeks. But as I drove up to the house my heart sank. Thor's Thunderbird was parked in our driveway. I had to park my car way up the street and walk several blocks to get back to the house. Rather than let myself in with the key, I decided to knock on the door. I knew Maria would be upset if I just barged in. Before we go inside I must advise the reader. What you are about to read involves my loving wife, but it is not your average Loving Wife tale. What you are about to read is a nosedive into the depths of Hell. My experience has surpassed mere tragedy and has become a hall of horrors. What sort of horrors, you ask? Degradation, domination, and a blurring of the real. An unprecedented probing of orifice and Id. Yes, all of that and a bit of homoerotic hoodoo besides. I mention this in due diligence, so that the unsuspecting reader will have some idea of what lay in store. If you are absolutely sure that the details of my ordeal will not affect you, by all means press on. But if you have even the slightest misgiving, I urge you to stop reading. You may be saving yourself from a night of unpleasant dreams. I knocked for several minutes. When Maria finally answered the door my mouth opened in a gasp. My wife was wearing her shortest black skirt, her fishnet stockings, and her six-inch high-heels, along with a top that barely concealed her breasts. For a split second I was elated, but then I realized she had dressed this way for Thor. Although I felt a little discouraged, I was still excited about giving Maria her present -- the giant dildo that I would use to make her happy. My plan was to wait until Thor departed and then unveil the gift that would restore our sex-life. This thought kept me from being totally crestfallen. Maria remained silent as she let me in. I put the gift-wrapped box on the foyer table and walked into the living room. I immediately saw Thor sprawled naked on our couch, with his cock dangling between his legs. Even in its flaccid state his penis was enormous. Maria sat next to Thor and put her arm around his shoulder. I pulled the ottoman over. My wife didn't even glance at me. She was completely absorbed with her boyfriend. The two of them rubbed their noses and kissed. My heart shriveled to the size of a prune. After they nuzzled for a minute, Maria finally looked in my direction. "Dexter, I'm so happy!" Her brown eyes twinkled. I tried to smile. "Why is that, dear?" "Thor bought me a gift!" My heart shriveled even smaller. "And what might that be?" I asked, forcing the words from my throat. "Let's find out!" She picked up a gift-wrapped box and started to unwrap it. She tore off the paper, opened the box, and pulled out a dog collar. "It's lovely!" she squealed. Thor smiled. "It's to show the whole world that I own you." I swallowed dryly as my wife -- the woman of my dreams -- threw her arms around her lover and gave him a long and passionate kiss. My heart was in the pit of my stomach. My loving wife was giving herself body and soul to another man. I watched in dismay as Thor put the dog collar around my wife's neck and then attached the collar to a leash. "Stand up," he growled. Maria obeyed without hesitation. Thor appraised my wife with an evil glint in his eyes. "Take your clothes off." My wife stripped out of her slutty clothes as her lover held her leash. By this point I was relegated to the role of silent observer. Neither my wife nor Thor seemed to care that I was in the room. Although I was disgruntled, my heart lifted as I watched Maria undress. The sight of her naked flesh stirred a restless craving inside me. My wife's body is perfect. Her breasts are perky, her legs are shapely, and her ass is as round as a peach. Thor gave her butt a hard smack. "Bark like a dog." My wife cupped her hands like little paws. Arrf! Arrf! "Now get on your hands and knees." Maria did as Thor told her. When she was on all fours he held out his hand. She crawled over and licked his palm. Pleased with my wife's behavior, Thor got up from the couch and led her along on the leash. I watched from the ottoman as he led her around the living room and then into the kitchen. Although I was mortified, I got up to follow them. Inside the kitchen, Thor started opening up cabinets while Maria sat on the floor, panting with her tongue out. Thor tossed my wife a marshmallow. It bounced off her nose and landed on the floor. My wife scuttled across the tiles and picked it up with her lips. She chewed it and swallowed it and then gave another little bark. "Good doggy," Thor said and patted my wife on the head. Maria looked up at her lover, spellbound by his macho confidence. I recognized that a hierarchy had been formed. Thor was at the top of the pyramid. Maria was beneath him. And I was beneath Maria. Although my wife was mostly oblivious to my existence I could tell that she still enjoyed watching me suffer. I was so smitten by her that even this most tenuous of connections was enough to give me hope. Thor looked in the refrigerator and opened a jar of head cheese. He forked a hunk of the stuff into a bowl and put the bowl on the floor. Maria shocked me by putting her face in the bowl and scarfing it up like a hungry animal. I felt ill. Watching my wife demean herself for the pleasure of her big-dicked boyfriend was more than my brain could handle. "Are you still hungry, little doggie?" Thor asked. Arff! Maria barked. "I'm glad to hear that. Because I've got another snack for you." The big-dicked goon put his foot on the rung of a kitchen stool. Then he reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. The air in the room suddenly smelled like a sewer. It was obvious that Thor did a less than adequate job of cleaning himself. My wife crawled across the kitchen floor. To my intense disgust, she put her tongue in Thor's anus and started licking it. As I watched, transfixed, Maria licked his butthole inside and out and dragged her tongue up and down his crack, cleaning every inch of his ass with her tiny pink tongue. As odd as it may sound, I became wistful. With a tear in my eye I recalled that Maria had licked my asshole once, a long time ago, back when we'd first met. It was at the Holiday Inn in Kingsport, Rhode Island. That half-minute of bliss remains the highlight of my life. But now it was evident that Maria had given me a lackluster rim-job. Watching her lick Thor's ass, I had ample evidence of what she could do with her tongue. Sloppy slurps filled the room. I could tell how much my wife adored her boyfriend by how eagerly she rimmed his anus. Thor smiled in his evil bastard way. "How's my ass taste?" "It tastes delicious," Maria said, pulling her face from his ass crack. "Just like chocolate." "Good. Now put your tongue back in. I feel a fart coming." My wife swiftly reinserted her tongue. Suddenly Thor's butthole opened and a sonorous fart came out. Maria kept licking, even as the wind from Thor's anus made her eyelashes flutter. After she endured this rudeness Maria sat back. Ass-hairs were plastered to her nose and lips, along with streaks of grime. I couldn't believe that a woman so befouled could feel even a semblance of pride, but my wife smiled brightly, gloating in her own degradation. "Hey Maria," Thor said with a smirk. "Why don't you give your husband a kiss?" "That's a great idea." Maria turned and looked up at me. "What do you say, Dexter? Are you ready for a little smooch?" My face was wet with tears. Everything I'd seen thus far had left me shell-shocked. I looked at my degraded wife and felt my soul being torn in two. I desperately wanted to kiss her, to show her how much I loved her. At the same time I felt like vomiting. Maria stood up and puckered her lips. I could smell Thor's atrocious funk as her face came closer. Almost against my will, I prepared for her kiss. The moment our lips touched Maria pushed her tongue into my mouth. A foulness beyond description assaulted my taste-buds. Maria kept her tongue in my mouth. Despite my revulsion, I began to feel pangs of love. After a minute -- easily a record for our longest kiss ever -- my wife pulled back and looked at me. "You freak!" she hissed. "Look at yourself in the mirror!" I turned my head and gasped. What I saw reflected in the polished glass made my stomach turn. Curly hairs from Thor's butthole were stuck to my face and a circle of grime was smeared around my mouth. Fresh tears began pouring down my face. Over my shoulder I could see Maria glaring at me with hateful eyes. Could I still think of this woman as my loving wife? After all, if she was no longer my "Loving Wife" I might have to move this true tale to another category. Although I couldn't sure that she loved me, I could sense the feverish thrill she got from my humiliation. That, for me, was enough. More than anything, I just wanted Maria to be happy, even at the expense of my own happiness. Even at the expense of my sanity. Thor was standing next to her, stroking his massive cock. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of the purple head. I could tell that he too was enjoying my degradation. "You're a brown clown on the wrong side of town!" he laughed. Thor turned back to Maria and tugged on her leash. "Get back on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you up the ass." My wife got on all fours and put her ass up in air. Thor gave his erection another stroke and positioned the gleaming head at her rear entrance. Then he grabbed my wife's hips and pulled her onto his slab. Somehow Maria's anus expanded to accept him. Thor proceeded to pound my wife's ass with great force. As Maria got used to the assault her initial discomfort turned to pleasure and then -- to my dismay -- her pleasure turned into a scream of ecstasy. I writhed in torment knowing that my wife was making this sound for another man. After a few minutes Thor slowed down. There was a wet sucking sound as he dragged his cock out of Maria's rectum. "Hey buddy," he called to me. "Come over here and take a look at this." I inched forward. "Have you ever seen a butthole stretched open that wide?" He pointed at the yawning chasm that was my wife's asshole. I shook my head. No, I'd never seen anything like it. "Neat, isn't it?" I had to agree. Maria's gaping ass was beautiful, in a strange way. "Look at all that velvety smoothness." He put his finger inside Maria's butthole and dragged it along the lining of her rectum. When he pulled his finger back out it was dripping with slime. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. "Mmmmmm." He closed his eyes and lost himself for a few seconds as he savored the taste. Then he opened his eyes back up and looked at me. "Hey buddy, do me a favor and get me a flashlight." I hurried over to the junk drawer. I had to respect the hierarchy, even if it meant being the fetch-it boy. I found the flashlight and brought it back to Thor. He clicked the flashlight on and aimed the beam inside Maria's ass. "Wow!" he said with awe in his voice. "You can see way up inside her. Come over and take a look!" I got down on my knees and looked up Maria's ass. The view was breathtaking. My wife's rectum was a smooth pink tunnel. "Watch this." Thor handed the flashlight back and then made a fist. He proceeded to push his fist into her ass. "Pretty cool, huh? Just like a sock puppet." He laughed. "Hey buddy, did you ever think that one day you would watch someone use your wife as a sock puppet?" I shook my head no. "Let that be a lesson for you. You never know what kinds of wonderful things life has in store." He laughed again. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He began to move his arm back and forth, fist-fucking my wife while she made the most guttural noises you could imagine. "Hey, there's a little trick I want to show you." Maria burped as Thor proceeded to insert his entire forearm. As I watched, my wife's features took on a strange cast, as if they were under the control of a puppeteer. Maria winked and smiled and clacked her teeth, but in a way that was wholly unlike her normal self. My worry turned to panic. I shifted from one foot to the other. How much longer could I stand by and watch this goon abuse my wife? "Stop it!" I screamed and pounded on Thor's arm. But instead of hurting him, my punches only made him laugh. Maria began whistling a Nat King Cole song. That was too much. I gathered all my strength, wound up my arm, and gave Thor as hard a punch as I was able. My fist bounced off his back like an acorn. "What's the big idea?" Thor laughed heartily. He pulled his forearm back out of Maria's ass. My wife seemed to regain her senses. As soon as she got her bearings she hissed in my direction. "Yeah Dexter! What's the big idea!?!" "But, but, but..." I stammered as I tried to find the words. "He was hurting you!" "Oh come on," Thor chuckled. "I was just having some fun. Besides, I didn't even get to do my trick." "Why do you have to ruin everything?" Maria screamed. "Calm down, honey." Thor said softly. "He didn't mean anything by it..." "I know," she huffed. "It's just that he's such a loser. I can't stand him." Allow me to pause, dear reader, to counter any objections the more skeptical of you might raise. The truth is that I exaggerated slightly just a moment ago when I described Maria's facial contortions. But I only did so to make a point, which is that I was worried about her safety and dismayed by certain fluctuations in her character. To convey the intensity of my emotions I had to exaggerate, but again, only slightly. So to my more skeptical readers, I hope you will think twice before you accuse me of telling tall tales. Yes, I occasionally exaggerate. And yes, I occasionally resort to metaphor to lend color to a drab reality. But these liberties are necessary if I mean to convey the truth. I have said it before, and I will say it again. The tale I am telling you is essentially true. Maria continued to berate me. She informed me that the way Thor treated her was the way a real man treats a woman. If she was in danger, she said, then so be it. It was a good kind of danger, she insisted. It was exciting. And why shouldn't she have some excitement. Especially since she was stuck in a humdrum marriage with a loser for a husband. In her torrent she revealed that the only reason she stayed with me is because I support her financially. If we got divorced, she explained, she would get half of my life savings. But that wasn't very much, she said bitterly, and after a year she'd have to get a job. And that, she declared, was simply not an option. Hence she was trapped. The only way to make her lackluster existence bearable, she said, was to play around with other men. It hurt to hear her say such things, but the fact is that her sentiments didn't come as a complete surprise. When she was finished airing her frustrations Thor looked over at me. "Are you ready for my trick?" I folded my arms. I didn't know what kind of a trick he had in mind, but I had a hunch that I wouldn't like it. In a flash Thor knelt down behind my wife and, using his muscular hands, stretched her anus open even wider than before. Then he put his head inside. As I watched, dumbstruck, Thor lifted his arms and wriggled his torso until half of his body had disappeared inside my wife. He kept wriggling and managed to get the rest of his bulk inside her. I blinked as his toes retreated into darkness. Maria's anus snapped back to its original shape. Dear Random Soul Ch. 03 How can I describe what happened next? Maria, with her lover inside her, had expanded to twice her normal size. I watched in disbelief as Thor struggled to arrange his body inside of hers the way a person might struggle to get comfortable inside a snowsuit. The whole time Maria's face stayed perfectly still, as if her personality had been put on hold for the duration of the horrifying spectacle. It displayed an odd expression that was both a grin and a grimace. Maria closed her brown eyes. When she opened them they were icy blue. "Hey, what do you think, buddy?" Maria asked. "Pretty cool trick, huh?" I lost consciousness. The being that was both Thor and Maria ran forward to catch me. When I opened my eyes I was in his or her embrace. As soon as I regained my senses I pushed my rescuer away. The person who stood before me was achingly familiar, and at the same time more alien than any stranger. "Who are you?" I muttered. My once petite wife was now over six feet tall and extremely muscular. She had the body of a weightlifter. She pivoted from side to side to show off her striking new physique. "That's a silly question, buddy. I'm your wife. Maria." Although Maria's mouth uttered these words, the voice I heard was far deeper than the one I was used to. "No you're not," I said, shaking my head. "You're her boyfriend Thor. You're wearing her body like some kind of costume." "Okay, buddy. You got me. But can you do me a favor and play along? Just for the fun of it?" I didn't know how to respond. The appearance of this strange being before me -- this muscular hulk with my wife's face -- had scrambled my senses. I could only stand there, totally inert. The musclebound goon with Maria's face took my silence for complicity. She cleared her throat and when she spoke again it was in a higher-pitch. The voice wasn't exactly like Maria's, but it was closer than before. If I didn't think about it too hard, I could almost believe the monstrosity before me was my loving wife. "Okay," the New Maria said, clapping her hands together. "I don't want to hear one more word about who you think I am." Then her face softened with a smile. "Now why don't we go for a little walk?" She puckered her lips and gave me a kiss. I don't know if this will make sense to anyone, but the kiss that she gave me was indescribably sweet. I smiled back at her. Yes, she was almost exactly like Maria. Except that, truth be told, I liked the New Maria a little better. Why did I think of the New Maria as an improvement? If I have to come right out and say it, it was because of her kindness. Having been deprived of affection for so long, I was eager to believe that this friendlier version of Maria was my wife. Was Thor successful in pulling the wool over my eyes? Not at all. But I let him think that he was. The fact is that I was ready for a change. And who's to say that Thor wasn't ready for a change also? Perhaps his unchecked carnality was a way of coping with past regrets, with opportunities lost and dreams turned to dust. If that is the case then he deserves our understanding. The long story short, I decided not to blow his cover. Now, before you object too strongly, I only intend to let him frolic for a short while. Then I will inform him that the jig is up. Rest assured, random souls, Thor's rouse will soon be exposed. In the meantime I will play long as he requested. Within moments the tiny differences between the old Maria and the new Maria ceased to matter. Yes, the new Maria's shoulders were wider than I prefer. And yes, there was an increased hardness to her face. And yes, there was something Frankenstein-like in the way that she walked. But if you set aside these petty details her new form was quite tempting. As the female hulk with Maria's face strutted across the living room I took a gander at her legs. Her thick thighs and powerful buttocks were absolutely mouthwatering. I'd never had a thing for female body builders, but gazing at this fine specimen, I felt a brand new kink bloom in my psyche. "Before we go for our walk we need to change." Maria said. "You need to get out of those clothes." "What should I put on?" "Don't worry about that. Just take your clothes off." Ok, so the New Maria wasn't exactly a saint. Even so, I was willing to play along. I took my clothes off and let them fall to the floor. Except for my skivvies. I was a little shy about taking off my underwear. New Maria's voice was as icy as her blue eyes. "Take ALL your clothes off. Let's see that little dick of yours." Her piercing gaze convinced me that I shouldn't argue. I took a deep breath and dropped my briefs. I looked down nervously. There it was. My little penis. "Aww," the New Maria cooed. "It's adorable. Like a little peanut." She gave it a hard flick with her finger. I cupped my 'little peanut' and jumped on one foot to cope with the stinging pain. "Now let's see..." she rubbed her chin. "What should you wear?" She snapped her fingers. "I know just the thing." She reached for the dog collar around her neck and pulled the strap loose. "Here..." she said and put the collar around my neck. She pulled the strap extra tight and did the clasp. I felt the leather dig into my neck. The collar was so tight I had trouble breathing. Without asking for my opinion my wife smiled and exclaimed "Now you look MUCH better!" Although I was in pain, I was elated to see her look so satisfied. If my loving wife is happy, then I'm happy, I reminded myself, and somehow that thought made my discomfort more bearable. With my dick tucked between my legs, I watched my beautiful wife strut across the room. She bent over and snatched up the short black skirt, tiny black top, and high heeled shoes that had been thrown on the floor. My loving wife is beautiful, but as she tried to squeeze into her too-small clothes I couldn't help but smirk. Her clothes didn't even come close to fitting her. Her feet were too large for her shoes, so she went barefoot. Her top looked like a rubber band and her skirt looked like a stretched-out garter. Although she managed to get it around her waist it did nothing to conceal the hairy mound between her legs. Without a layer of clothing to constrain her pussy, a devastating funk filled the air. "Get on all fours," she said as she stomped across the floor. "Ok, but shouldn't I decide what I'm going to wear first?" "What do you mean?" She snarled. "You're wearing a dog collar. That's all you need." I was consumed with worry. "But my dick isn't covered," I said with a shaky voice. "And if I'm walking on my hands and knees then people will see it from the back. They'll also be able to see my butthole." "Are you kidding, buddy?" she asked with annoyance. "Your dick is so small nobody will be able to see it unless they put you under a microscope. And if anybody complains about being able to see your butthole, I'll just tell them you're my dog. You look more like a dog than a human anyway, so I'm sure they'll buy it." "Okay," I mumbled. I was shaking with fear but I didn't want to argue. My loving wife tugged on my leash and led me across the living room. I followed her into the foyer. "What do we have here?" the New Maria squawked. I thought at first that she was angry but then I saw her demonic grin. "Could this be a gift for me?" My wife had spotted the gift-wrapped box that I'd left on the table. The one with the little pink hearts on the wrapping paper. I smiled and nodded. "I can't wait to see what it is!" She dropped my leash on the floor, ripped off the wrapping paper, and tore off the lid. "It's beautiful!" Despite the shadow of fear that clung to my heart, and the cloud of loathing that enshrouded my soul, I still felt happiness at her response. "It's the same size as Thor's cock, which is the most beautiful thing in existence," she said with a sigh. "Thanks buddy. It was so thoughtful of you to get me something that reminds me of Thor." I was happy that she was happy, but I wasn't sure how to take her last comment. "There's just one thing," she said, twisting her lip. "What's that?" I asked, with a quiver in my voice. "You're the one who's going to use this." "Wha, wha, what?" "I know that scares you. But that's okay. A little bit of fear can be exciting." I scrambled to my feet and tried to run for the door. Somehow Maria got there first and blocked my escape. I turned around and started to run back through the house -- I planned on escaping out the back door -- but she snatched me by my dog collar and dragged me back into the foyer. I struggled, but I was no match for her superior strength. Maria threw me up against the wall, knocking the wind out of me, and held the giant dildo in front of my eyes. "Guess where this is going." I tried to talk but the only thing that came from my mouth was a puff of air. "Yep," the New Maria smiled. "Right up your ass." "No!" I screamed. I started kicking and flailing my arms. But to no avail. Maria lifted me up by my throat and kept me pinned to the wall. "Are you going to take it like a man?" she asked. "Or do I have to coerce you?" I could see I wasn't going to win this one. I decided to pick the lesser of two evils. "I'll take it like a man." "Good." My wife's voice softened a little. "I'm sorry to be so rough with you, buddy. It's just that I'm so turned on by your thoughtful gift, and by the idea of ramming it up your virgin ass, that I can't stand being put off any longer." "It's okay," I sniffled. "I'm just a little scared, that's all." "Scared of this little dildo? It's only rubber." "It's not exactly little," I squeaked. "It's the biggest dildo they had in the store." "Hey..." she said with a reproving tone. "That doesn't sound like the husband I know. The husband I know is a fighter. The husband I know doesn't back down from challenges." It felt good to hear her compliment me for a change. Then she started humming the Rocky Theme. I couldn't resist. I had to smile. "That's my champ!" Maria said, and gave me a playful jab. "Now get that little butthole ready for me." As soon as she said that I started to clench up. "Don't I get any lube?" I asked. Maria spat in her hand. She reached under my dwarfish nut-sack and rubbed the glob of saliva on my anus. The circular rotation of her fingertip felt nice. It reminded me of how her tongue felt the one time that she licked my asshole. "How's that, buddy?" Maria licked her lips and put her mouth close to mine. "Do you like it?" I nodded. Maria kept rubbing my asshole with her finger. Then she started pushing it in. "How about that?" I nodded again. "Do you want something bigger?" I nodded yet again, my willpower crumbling. Maria pushed her finger in to the knuckle, and started moving it in and out. In and out. Each pull rubbed the dust off my fairy wings. And each push sent waves of fire crashing into my brain. Maria opened her mouth. I put my tongue inside. I could feel two sets of teeth. A smaller row, with teeth as smooth as polished pearls, and another row behind it, comprised of crumbling tombstones. Beyond the two sets of teeth were two tongues. One was a tiny tongue. The other was a giant tendril that twitched and twisted. "Loosen up and let the snake kiss your soul." I felt my body -- and my asshole -- go slack. As soon as my sphincter loosened, Maria replaced her finger with the head of the dildo. I took a deep breath. Maria's icy eyes twinkled. As I exhaled, the gigantic sex toy traveled upward, filling the vacuum left by my departing breath. Dear reader, I hope you will set aside all the feelings of disappointment that I've stirred in you for a moment and be happy for me when I tell you the good news. I took the whole dildo up my ass. Was it painful? Yes, very. But was there an undercurrent of pleasure in that wave of pain? I have to admit that there was. Of course I couldn't have done it without Maria. My loving wife oversaw the entire endeavor, using one arm to pin me to the wall and the other to twist the giant toy into my bowels. When it was fully inserted Maria was even happier than I was. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I was able to please my partner sexually. True, it wasn't the way a husband normally pleases his wife, but why split hairs? The fact is that I was happy to get Maria off, even if it meant taking a giant dildo up my ass. I would like to thank my anonymous reader again for his helpful advice. It sounds like a cliché, but buying a sex toy really did put the spark back in our love life. With our new dildo wedged in my ass, I was ready for anything. My loving wife yanked on my leash and led me to the door. For a split second I felt the return of a soul-gripping terror, which is the common cold of the modern male. But then I took a deep breath. Maria threw the door open and, with my heart beating like a drum, I crawled into the sunlight. My goodness, take a look at the time. I must press the pause on my narrative, as edifying as it is, and get back to my slumber. But never fear, dear reader, I shall return either tomorrow or the day after and reveal the next chapter in my tale. As one last reminder, please don't forget that what I am telling you is true. Or essentially true. If it isn't one hundred percent accurate in each and every detail, it is certainly true in a larger sense. In the meantime, I urge all my readers to chime in with their thoughts and reactions. Please know that I consider your comments very carefully, each and every one, and never doubt that your words sustain me.