27 comments/ 39416 views/ 64 favorites How a Midget Stole My Wife Pt. 01 By: trish2k PART I I'm going to be completely honest and tell the whole story, even though I'm ashamed to admit any of it... It started about a year and a half ago, when Kelly and I had been living in our new house for only a few months. Everything was pretty great up until that point. We'd bought the place because we were thinking it was time to settle down and maybe have some kids. Kelly, by the way, was my wife. She was a few years younger than me, totally beautiful and sweet. Most people who met her said she could have been a model, and I agreed. She was gorgeous: great body, long brown hair that was always silky soft, beautiful big brown eyes and (it had to be said) amazing breasts. The only blight in an otherwise perfect neighborhood was Shorty, who lived in the house opposite. I never really understood how Shorty was able to afford such a nice house in the first place, as he didn't even have a job and seemed like kind of a deadbeat, but I guess he got his hands on it somehow. He was an asshole though: uncouth, rude, crude. He was also a midget (not that I had a problem with that). Kelly always said he freaked her out. Like all midgets, he looked a bit deformed, but Shorty also had a really creepy quality about him. He had a raspy little voice and evil, piggy little eyes and a real shit eating grin. I always thought he sort of looked like a little goblin or something. But I felt bad because of his disability and everything, so I always told Kelly we should be nice to him, and smile, and be neighborly. The problem was he wasn't very neighborly back. He played music really loudly, and smoked a lot of drugs, and just left his trash in a pile in his front yard. Worse still, he was always having hookers over to his house. I don't know where they came from - probably some kind of mail-order company or something - but he obviously liked chicks with big boobs because they always had huge racks. Kelly said it was downright disgusting, and it was. Anyway, I said I'd be completely truthful, so here it is: All my happiness, all my success, was built on a crime. Actually, several crimes. A couple of years ago I was working for a big company in Raleigh and, basically, I committed fraud. I was one of their top accountants and I did a lot of stuff I'm not proud of. The company ended up going under, but I got away in time. I moved down here and changed my name. That was when I met Kelly and we fell in love. Of course I felt guilty about what I'd done, but without all the money I'd gotten away with I probably would have never won Kelly (cynical I know) and certainly wouldn't have been able to buy my house. I also had to live with the knowledge that I was a wanted man. I knew the authorities would be trying to track me down, but I was pretty sure I'd covered my tracks well. I had no real family and no one from back home knew where I was. That was until Shorty discovered my secret. By a fluke coincidence, it turned out that one of the hookers he was banging used to work in Raleigh too. She recognized me apparently, not because I'd ever met her, but because one of her clients had been an FBI agent investigating my disappearance. Shorty heard this, did a bit of digging around and quickly worked out the truth. Suddenly, the only other person in the whole state who knew my secret was the nasty little midget who lived across the street. "Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked with a dry mouth when he told me he knew. "I don't know yet bro," he replied. "I don't want you to go to jail or anything buddy, I like you and all, but that's pretty fucked up. I feel like I should tell the cops y'know?" "Shorty, please don't! I'm begging you, man. Please can we just keep this between us? I'll do anything!" I can remember his little piggy eyes flashing when I said that. He said he'd think about it, and promised not to do anything until he'd thought it over. I ended up confessing everything to Kelly that night, partly because I felt so guilty but partly because I wanted her advice on what to do about Shorty. She was obviously very disappointed, but I was relieved that she was sticking by me. She cried and said she didn't want me to go to the prison and I said I didn't either. She said she was scared that Shorty knew. "I don't trust that horrid little man Peter!" she said. "He's a pervert and he's evil. What are we going to do?" For the next few days, I stayed close to Shorty to try and get a sense of what he was going to decide. Obviously I was real nice to him, and tried my best to sway his decision. I offered to wash and wax his car for him (it was filthy) since he probably found things like that difficult, being so short. He thanked me, but then asked me to do some other stuff for him as well. Of course I obliged, and ended up unblocking his toilet for him (that was really gross) and clearing all the trash in front of his house (also gross). I was happy to do it however, thinking it made him less likely to turn me in. Then, a few days later, I got a phone call from him, asking me to come over to his house. I went across the street at once. "I've thought about it," he said, "and even though I don't agree with what you did, and I think you should probably be punished for ripping off all those people, I'm not going to tell anyone." "Thank you! Thank you so much!" I gushed. "I mean, I don't think you'd last five minutes in prison Petey," he joked. "You'd definitely wind up being somebody's bitch!" This was something that had crossed my mind too, and was of the main things that scared me about the whole prospect. "You're right." I said, laughing. "I'm so grateful Shorty! Thank you so much." "But there's one condition..." he said slyly, and the laughter died from my face. "That beautiful young wife of yours... what's her name again?" "Y...you mean Kelly?" "Yehhhh" he rasped. "Kelly. Well..." "What?" "I want her to blow me." "...Blow you?" "Yeh, you know, give me a blowjob. Suck my dick. Just one time. That's the condition." "WHAT?!" "Otherwise, I think I gotta tell..." "You can't be serious?" But he was. Of course I told him to go fuck himself. "Hey bro, you're the one who's committed the crime here, not me," he said. "It's your decision. If you prefer, I'll call the cops right now. You'll probably be in jail by the end of the month. What do I care?" "You fucking pervert. There's NO WAY that's happening!" I yelled. "Think about it," he said. "I'll give you 24 hours to give me an answer." I stormed out of his house at that point. I was fuming. I couldn't believe how disgusting this little shit was. How dare he even suggest it. Fuck him. But after a few hours, I was starting to panic. What was I going to do if he wasn't bluffing? If he told anyone, I would go to jail for sure. And I had little doubt he was right - I would indeed end up as somebody's bitch. The thought of going to jail terrified me. "What's the matter baby?" Kelly asked me as soon as she saw my face. I ended up telling her what Shorty had said. She was horrified, as you can imagine. "Ugh!! That's disgusting!" "I know! I know!" I replied. "But... Kelly... what if he tells?" We didn't even sleep that night. We stayed up all night talking, shouting at each other, crying. Kelly was angry at me at first and screamed at me that there was no way she was doing it. Then I got angry and shouted that I wasn't asking her to, and that I was willing to go jail if I had to. Then we both started crying and held each other as we realized what that would mean. All our possessions would be seized. We'd be totally fucked. We talked about trying to run away, but I was sure Shorty would be on to that. Besides, how many times could I reinvent my identity, and all my capital was tied up in the house... Finally, at about 5am the next morning, Kelly said to me "Pete... If it'll keep you out of jail, I'll do it. It'll be gross but I'll do it. It's just one blowjob right? How bad can it be?" And just like that, our fate was sealed. ... As you can probably imagine, Shorty was thrilled when he heard the news. His raspy little laugh came down the phone line like a knife in my ear. "Hehehe. Thattaboy Petey! I knew you'd come around." "Fuck you Shorty!" I spat. "What assurances do I have that you won't tell anyone if Kelly does this?" "Ahh, don't sweat it bud. I promise. I 'aint gonna tell. Why would I? As long as I'm getting some head, I don't mind what shit you've pulled! Hehehe." "When do you want to do this?" I asked. "How about tomorrow night? My place at eight?" "Fine" I said. Kelly, who was watching me make the call, had tears in her eyes but was trying to hide them from me. I felt like such a heel. "But I have to be in the room at all times. That's a deal breaker." "Sure thing Petey," he rasped. "Sure thing." The next night, Shorty answered the door when we knocked with a huge grin on his face. He leered at Kelly as she stepped inside, his eyes darting over her beautiful face, the shape of her ass and thighs in her jeans and, of course, her ample chest. "Come on in baby," he sniggered. He led us into his den and offered Kelly a drink. She said no. After that, he pretty much got straight down to business. "Ok. First get on your knees and beg for it like a whore!" A wave of pure despair washed over me when he said that. I couldn't quite believe this was happening. "You heard me - hit your knees bitch!" The next thing I knew, I was watching my beautiful young wife kneel at the feet of this despicable little gnome of a man. This was it, I thought: the point of no return. I kept expecting Kelly to say she couldn't go through with it, but she didn't. She just knelt there in front of him as commanded, looking up at him. Even kneeling on the ground, she was way too tall, so Shorty ended up getting a little stool from somewhere and standing on it. I guess he must have used it for the prostitutes he hired, because it put his crotch perfect height to be level with Kelly's face. There was already a sizeable bulge in his pants. "Take it out slut" he commanded her coldly. It was sickening to hear him talk to my wife in this offensive way. But then again, I guess this whole thing was pretty sickening and offensive. Obediently, Kelly pulled his pants down for him. His ass was weirdly fat compared to his midget legs, so it took her a little while to get them down over his backside and down to his knees. When she had... out came Shorty's dick. It was huge. I couldn't believe it. The thing must have been eight or even nine inches long. Considering Shorty was only about three foot tall, that's pretty amazing. His cock was like a third leg or something. It would have been big on a normal guy - it was certainly way bigger than mine - but it looked even bigger in comparison to the rest of him. It was also incredibly fat, covered in thick purple veins and a number of verrucus warts. To be honest, I couldn't stop staring at the disgusting thing. It was freakishly large. And his balls were big too. Like two hairy plums. Looking back on it, I guess Kelly must have been as amazed as me to see the size of Shorty's junk, but at the time I didn't even notice her reaction. "Now suck!" I had tears in my eyes as I watched my wife put her beautiful mouth around Shorty's monster cock. The head was like a great big mushroom, but it seemed to fit alright. Her lovely red lips were all around it. Shorty was grinning like an asshole. I don't think either of us could quite believe gorgeous Kelly was on her knees, blowing him like this. He put one of his little hands on the back of her head to encourage her to take him deeper. "Mmm. You're a lucky man Petey," he said to me. "Damn! Your wife sure can suck a dick!" As if this horrorshow wasn't enough, the little fuck was now taunting me as he reduced my wife to this. "Please just get it over with," I said blandly. As she blew him, Shorty kept pulling his dick out of Kelly's mouth and holding it in front of her face, almost as if he was determined that she should have to look at it and marvel at the thing's size. Then he would ram it back down her throat and thrust at her head a bit, so his horrible hairy balls slapped her chin. It was so degrading. Yet I couldn't help looking at the thick angry cock pointing straight at my wife's face whenever he withdrew it. It was covered in her saliva with strands dripping down onto her chest below. The blowjob she was giving him sure was sloppy. "Suck it sa'more ya dumb bitch" Shorty snickered, and then ran his boner all over her face, painting her with spit. I had tears streaming down my face by this point. Watching this scene unfold was a true nightmare for me. After a few more minutes, Shorty gathered up Kelly's soft, brown hair in his hands and started guiding my respectful wife up and down his massive midget dick in a slow steady rhythm. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening, but I didn't have a clue what to do to make it end. Each time he was filling her throat until she was making gagging sounds, then gliding back out until his putrid mushroom head was flush with her lips. His cock seemed to be growing harder by the minute. At one point he yanked her head back and told her to keep her mouth open. Then he let a train of his spit drip from his tongue through her lips. It was repulsive. Yet all I could do was watch. Soon, Kelly had found her rhythm and was bobbing up and down on Shorty's cock without coaxing. Meanwhile, Shorty's little midget hands were venturing south to busily explore her tits. "Take your bra off, baby," he said. "Let these nipples breathe!" Kelly looked at me for approval, but I said nothing, so she obediently undid her top, took off her bra and gave Shorty full access to her bare breasts. Then she resumed sucking his dick while he groped her boobs with his horrible, stumpy little fingers, pawing and squeezing to his heart's content. His piggy little eyes flashed. It was clear he was getting very excited at how big they were (my wife did have really great tits). "What size?" he demanded. "30 double d," Kelly responded, never letting his cock slip from her mouth. "Sweeeeeet!" I watched him take one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinch it hard. Then he did the same to the other one. Soon he was gripping both her nipples and rolling them back and forth between his fingers. I could see the way this was heading... "I want to suck on 'em!" he suddenly announced. "The deal was just a blowjob Shorty!" I could hear how pathetic my voice sounded. He looked at me with a cruel grin. "Either I get your wife's funbags in my mouth or the deal's off dipshit! What's it going to be?" I couldn't even respond. "That's exactly what I thought," he chuckled. "Now stand up baby and feed me your milk jugs. I'll take the right one first, then when I'm done with that one, I'll have a little nibble on the left! Got it? Hehehe!" Shorty jumped off his stool and opened his mouth expectantly like some horrible little animal waiting to be fed. Kelly had to stand in front of him, bend down and offer him her boob to suck, even guiding it into his mouth for him. It was so humiliating for her. I watched Shorty take her pink nipple greedily between his teeth and begin slurping away at it. He was really noisy and aggressive, like a ferocious little piranha. He looked like some horrible sort of demon baby, feeding on my beautiful wife's perfect breast. Eventually, I snapped. The sight of this was too much for me. I literally couldn't watch any more. I had to rush out of the room and find the nearest bathroom. I felt like I wanted to be sick, although I was only able to dry retch into the bowl (which was disgusting by the way and smelt as if it had never been cleaned). About ten minutes later I forced myself to go back into the room, for my wife's sake if nothing else. If she loved me enough to put herself through this, I thought, the least I could do was support her. When I walked back in to the den, I got a shock. Kelly was now lying on her back on the floor, with Shorty on top of her. He had mounted her, with his grotesque, fat little legs straddling either side of her chest, and had his big, wet cock in between her boobs. He was tittie-fucking her, thrusting his cock back and forth manically in between them. He was even making her push her tits together to create a tighter little space for him to fuck into. It was an awful sight, but at least Kelly still had her skirt on, I thought. "Don't worry Petey!" Shorty panted, leering at me as he saw I had returned. "I'm nearly finished with her now. Hehe!" I just stood there and watched as he approached orgasm. His ugly little ass was pumping obscenely. You could tell he was going to cum. He looked like a dog humping away. I should have shut my eyes or looked away or something, but for some reason I didn't. Instead, I watched the evil little fucker shoot a horse load of cum all over Kelly, coating her face, hair, and tits with the stuff. There was a hell of a lot of it. His spunk was really thick and gloopy, and he seemed to produce an ungodly amount for such a small man. Afterwards, he made Kelly put his cock back in her mouth and clean it off. Then, finally, we were allowed to leave. ... Four days later, I was in the house when the telephone rang. "Heyyyyyy Peteyyyyyy!" It was Shorty. "How's it going, buddy?" "What the fuck do you want?" I spat back, enraged. "Woah, woah, woah. What's got your panties in a twist?" "Fuck you." I said. "You've got a nerve ringing this house after what you did. Just leave us alone you fucking asshole!" "Gosh Pete," he chuckled down the phone. "If you don't want to be a nice neighbor to me anymore just because your wife sucked my cock, then I understand..." "FUCK! YOU!" "In a way, it works out pretty well... 'cos I won't feel so bad now about calling up the Feds and ratting your ass out!" I felt liked I'd just been hit in the face with a brick. "What are you talking about?" I said quietly. "You heard me," he replied. "But... but you promised?" He just laughed. "I think I'll call them up right now, bro. Since you're being such a jerk to me and everything. It's too bad. You'll probably be in County by the end of the month, probably with some nigger's cock tearing up your ass! Haha. What do I care?" "You can't do that!" I was starting to panic now, "That wasn't part of the deal!" "What deal?" he sneered down the phone. "The deal we had!" I was pleading again now. "You promised not to do anything if Kelly gave you a blowjob! She did it! She gave you one! You even fucked her tits! You can't do this!" Shorty just laughed his dirty little laugh down the phone at me. "Then say sorry to me..." "What?" "You heard me. Apologize for the way you spoke to me just now." I took a deep breath. Kelly had come into the room to see who I was talking to. This was so embarrassing. "Alright, alright... I'm sorry." "Call me sir when you say it." "Are you serious?" "Call me sir you piece of shit!" "I... I... I'm sorry, sir." "That's right. Now say: 'I'm sorry for disrespecting you Shorty, sir. You are the man, while I am a worthless piece of shit. It will never happen again.' Say it or you're going to jail buddyboy." I tried to drop my voice a bit so Kelly couldn't hear. She was looking at me imploringly. "Please don't make me say that Shorty..." "Say it bitch!" I'm ashamed to say that I stood there and repeated those humiliating words down the phone to him, even with my beautiful wife watching. Shorty laughed loudly to hear me do it. "That's more like it," he sniggered. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute. It was at this moment I think I realized how truly fucked I was. This little bastard had no intention of letting me and Kelly go back to our normal lives. What he had over me was priceless. He was going to use it on me again and again. He was going to milk us for all we were worth! We were completely trapped. How a Midget Stole My Wife Pt. 01 "Well... goodbye then Shorty." "Woah, woah! Not so fast Pete. You didn't even ask me why I called. Aren't you going to ask me?" "Uh... yes, sorry. Why... I mean, wh... what do you want?" "...sir!" "What do you want, sir?" "Haha. Well, I don't mind telling you buddy, I have got a RAGING horn on right now. I've been sitting here, thinking about those titties your wife has. Man! Those things are glorious." I said nothing. I wanted to die. "I think I gotta get a second look at those warlocks, Petey. Why don't you have your wife come on over here and remind me?" "No... Shorty... No" I was close to tears now. Kelly was wide eyed. I don't know if she'd heard him or not, but she could probably sense what was happening. It was written all over my face. "Are you deaf or something?" Shorty growled. "I said tell your wife to come over to my house right now." "No Shorty! Please don't do this!" "Listen, Petey, I like you buddy, I like you a lot. You're a good pal and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you bro, but if that bimbo isn't over here, on her knees, sucking on my horn in the next fifteen minutes, you are going to jail motherfucker, and I don't give a fuck how badly they gang rape you in there!" "PLEASE Shorty..." I croaked. "There must be something else... PLEASE?!" "Oh, and tell her to wear something nice and slutty too. That sexy underwear you got her last Christmas should do it. Something that shows off her jugs, y'know what I mean..." 20 minutes later, I was crying my eyes out as I watched poor, beautiful Kelly tottering across the drive to Shorty's house in a pair of stilettos. How could I have let her go, you ask? How could she have agreed? I just don't know. She loved me I suppose, and was willing to do anything to keep me out of jail. I guess I was willing to let her. Feeling sick and completely hating myself, I watched her ring the doorbell to Shorty's house. He answered the door wearing only a pair of tight white underpants and smirking from ear to ear. He looked like an ugly, fat child. Even from across the street, I could see the huge bulge of his oversized cock in his tighty whities. It was so enormous in comparison to the rest of him. Shorty didn't let Kelly in the house at first. He said something to her which I couldn't make out. To my horror though, she then started to take her clothes off, right there on his front doorstep. He was making her strip, in full view of the entire street (I prayed nobody was watching), treating her like one of his common hookers. I couldn't see Kelly's face but I assumed she was crying. I sure was to see this. First her skirt, then her blouse had to go, until she was standing in Shorty's front yard in her bra and panties and her heels. At that point, the little bastard let her in the house and shut the door behind her, leaving the rest of her clothes outside. Thank God for small mercies I suppose, but at least he didn't make her strip completely naked. As you can imagine, I didn't feel all that good about myself that night. I stayed at the window for hours, just watching the house. Obviously I couldn't see anything, and that made it all the worse I think. Having to watch my beautiful young wife giving Shorty a blowjob had been worse than I could bear, but at least my imagination wasn't running rough shod as it was now. I couldn't stop imagining what he was doing to her. I could only hope and pray that it would stop at a blowjob. After several hours however, Kelly hadn't come home. I thought about going over there, but I didn't want to make the situation any worse, so I just went to bed, although I couldn't sleep at all. Finally, Kelly came home about 1am. I heard her come in and head straight for the shower. We didn't say a word to each other when she got into bed, but in the morning I asked her what had happened. She said: "Do you really want to know?" I said I did. It had indeed been more than a blowjob - a lot more. Kelly told me Shorty had made her fuck him. Not just once, but several times. Not only that, but the little bastard had refused to wear a condom and insisted on cumming in her pussy as well. "I'm sorry Pete" she kept saying. "I'm so, so, sorry." END OF PART I How a Midget Stole My Wife Pt. 02 As you can imagine, I was completely devastated. I couldn't believe my nightmare had gotten this far. The thought of my wife having full on sexual intercourse with that disgusting little creep was like pure poison in my heart. And yet it was all my fault. I kept telling Kelly how sorry I was. She was incredibly kind and said it hadn't been that bad, even though she said it was obviously pretty strange having sex with a midget. She said she would do anything for me, and it was worth it if it meant I wouldn't have to go to jail. I was beginning to wonder if that was even true. Weirdly, I found myself wanting to know all the sordid details, probably to punish myself even more. Kelly obviously didn't want to tell me much, and wouldn't admit what positions they did it in or anything - she just said they did missionary the whole time (which I didn't believe). She did say that there was a lot of cum though. I wanted to ask her more, but I didn't want to make her re-live it, so I had to imagine what it must have looked like. It really tore me up to think about Shorty getting the privilege of Kelly's gorgeous body, and I knew how much that horrible little pervert would have enjoyed having his way with her. But as it turned out, this was just the start. A few nights later, Shorty demanded Kelly come across the street to his house and fuck him again. And then again the very next night! If she didn't, he said he'd tell the cops everything. He also said if I tried to skip town or anything, he'd tell them everything anyway and give them details about Kelly's family and show them a picture of what I looked like, so they'd be sure to find me. Both nights, I waited up until one or two in the morning for Kelly to come home. The first night, she came back stinking of smoke - she said this was because Shorty had been smoking cigarettes while they were having sex. The second night (the third in total), the fucking bastard sent her back to me with his sperm all over her face!! She was literally plastered with it. It was in her hair and dripping down between her tits. She confessed there was another load in her pussy as well. Apparently, Shorty had refused to let her clean up at all before coming back over. I knew it was because he wanted me to see what he'd done to her. It's a mark of what a sweet, selfless person Kelly is that, after she had showered and come to bed, she offered to have sex with me as well, but I couldn't bring myself to after Shorty had already been inside her. The next day, after seeing all this, I felt I just couldn't take it any longer. Swallowing what was left of my pride, I went across the street to try one more time to ask for Shorty's mercy. I was so desperate, I actually got down on my knees on his doorstep and begged him to leave Kelly and me alone. I offered him everything and anything I could think of: my money, my house - everything. But it was no use. The fucker just laughed in my face. "Sorry bro," he said. "I'd like to help you, but there 'aint no way I'm giving up that sweet, sweet cunt! Hehe. I mean, she's so much tighter than all those dumb hookers I usually fuck, y'know? I can't go back to that after tasting the good stuff now can I?" I asked him if he'd even had a STI test, given all the prostitutes and all. He said he was clean, which was at least some relief, although I only had his word for it. "Can't you at least wear a condom?" I pleaded (how fucking pathetic could I get - pleading with another man to please wear a sheath while he was having sex with my wife). Again, he refused. I could tell he was enjoying this. For one brief moment I even thought about defying him and calling his bluff - "I ought to kick the fucking shit out of you you fucking lousy bastard!" - but it was an empty threat and he knew it. I was just too frightened of going to jail. In the end, I just walked away. That very same night, I came home from work to what I thought was an empty house. I called Kelly's name but she didn't respond and I couldn't find her anywhere downstairs. I assumed she must be across the street at Shorty's house for another session. This is what my life had become. I fixed myself a drink and made my way up the stairs to change. As I did, I suddenly became aware of distinct sounds coming from the bedroom. It was Kelly. She was moaning, softly. My heart sank to hear it. Outside the door, I could also make out a steady thud, thud, thud of the bed hitting the wall. The bile came up into my mouth as I realized Shorty was in there too. They were fucking in our marital bed!! I bent down in front of the door and put my eye to the keyhole. I wasn't sure I'd be able to see anything by doing that, but as it turned out I had a full view. Kelly was lying on her back on the bed with her top hoisted up above her tits and her jeans and cotton panties on the floor. Shorty was between her legs, butt naked, obviously banging away at her cunt. It was an awful sight. His lumpy butt was pumping in and out between my beautiful wife's pale thighs. Impressively, he seemed to be able to bury that enormous cock of his in her right to the balls. No wonder she was moaning, I thought. He was smashing the shit out of her. I noticed also how he was sucking on one of her boobs as he plowed her. "Hurry up Shorty!" I heard Kelly moan. "Peter will be back soon and I don't want him to find us like this." To that, Shorty said something that I couldn't hear. It was muffled thanks to the mouthful of Kelly's ample left breast he had at the time. I tore my eyes from this upsetting display and headed back downstairs to wait for them to finish. I tried to watch some TV but, unsurprisingly, I couldn't concentrate on anything. I couldn't get the terrible image I had just seen out of my mind. After several hours however, neither of them had come down the stairs. They were still up there, going at it. I don't know if they forgot about me completely, or perhaps Shorty just didn't care that I was in the house now and knew full well they were having sex in my bed. I'm ashamed to say I kept returning to look through the keyhole and spy on them. I don't really know why I did that, but I couldn't help it. The next time I looked, Shorty was lying on the bed and Kelly was reverse riding him while he slapped her ass. She was completely naked by that stage, and I could clearly see her big boobs bouncing up and down as she rocked back and forth on the midget's big hard dick. When I returned the third time, about 15 minutes later, they were still at it, only now she was riding him frontways and I could see her perfect pale ass bobbing up and down. I noticed too the way she was reaching back behind her and squeezing Shorty's large nuts with her hand. I couldn't believe she was doing that. Was she enjoying this or something? I couldn't even see Shorty that time - he was completely obscured beneath her - but by the sounds of things he was reaching up to grab her tits as she rode him. There was a slapping sound, which sounded like he was smacking them or something as they bounced above his head. It went on into the night. Around 9pm, I returned for a fourth viewing and got the shock of my life. Kelly was now lying on her side, facing the door, with the little man spooning her from behind, plowing his big cock in and out of her tight ass. I simply couldn't believe it. Kelly and I had never even discussed having anal sex before. Later, when I was trying my best to take my mind of things by watching some awful late night talk show, I suddenly heard someone moving around in the kitchen. I rushed in to find Kelly in there. She was completely naked, except for one of my shirts, but had no panties on or anything. She looked at me in a kind of ashamed way and explained she was getting a beer for Shorty. "I guessed you'd probably be home by now," she said. "How much longer are you going to be?" I asked her flatly. I hadn't forgotten the way she'd been squeezing his damn balls like that. "I don't know..." she said quietly, looking away. "I guess that's sort of up to him." I couldn't help noticing that one of her boobs had little teeth marks all around the nipple. She had hickeys on her neck too. "You didn't tell me you'd let him do you in the ass?" I said. I couldn't help myself. I was pissed. Kelly said nothing. She still couldn't meet my gaze. Then, we both heard Shorty's raspy voice calling down from the bedroom. "Hurry up with that brewski, bitch! You got a big hairy dick to suck up here y'know!!" Kelly looked at me and just shrugged, "I guess I've got to go," she said, then slinked past me with the beer and went back upstairs. God knows what time they finished. I ended up falling asleep on the couch. ... In the morning, I had to go into the bedroom to get my clothes for work. I found Shorty sprawled naked amidst the sheets, puffing away at an early morning joint. I could hear Kelly taking a shower next door. "Hey bud!" the little bastard grinned at me from the bed. "How did you sleep?" I just ignored him and started collecting up some stuff. The room was a pig sty. It also stank of sex and, I think, Shorty's farts. "Man," he snickered as I rooted through the drawers for a clean shirt as fast as I could, "that wife of yours fucks like a goddamn pro!" I said nothing. I knew he was just trying to rile me up. I was determined not to rise to it. "I'm telling you man, the chick's a five-star fuck-machine" he said. "I wanted to go home, but she wouldn't even let me y'know? All she wanted to do was ride my horn! All... night... long..." I clenched my fists, but continued to ignore him. I knew this wasn't true. I just needed to get my shit and get out of there. "She's a nasty little bitch as well. Did you hear her begging me to spit in her mouth?" "FUCK YOU SHORTY!" I yelled. He just laughed, pleased he'd finally been able to get a reaction out of me. "You know what?" he said, "I think I might join her in the shower. See if she needs any help soaping up those big titties of hers, know what I mean? Hahaha." He cackled as he hopped off the bed and headed towards the en suite. At the doorway, he paused, scratching his ugly, misshapen ass. "You off to work now bro?" "Yes." I said through gritted teeth. "Cool. Have a good day, alright? But before you go... be a pal and cook me some breakfast would ya? I'm starving after all that pogo-sticking. Just a couple of waffles or something, nothing much. And maybe some pancakes?" And with that, he waddled into the bathroom to join my wife. ... After that, Shorty started staying over at the house a lot more often. Whenever he did, I had to sleep in the guest bedroom so he could sleep in my bed with Kelly. Eventually he just told me to move my stuff permanently in there. Unfortunately, the two rooms shared a wall, so I was forced to listen to the two of them having sex all the time. Shorty obviously had a lot of stamina, because he was never satisfied just fucking Kelly once before he fell asleep. He'd usually fuck her, sleep for a bit and then wake up horny in the middle of the night and fuck her again, sometimes three times and usually at least once in her ass. Then, in the morning they'd take a shower together while I had to get up and cook them both breakfast! Sometimes, I could hear them fucking in the shower as well. Shorty's face when he sauntered into the kitchen each morning, freshly clean after a night banging away at my wife, made me physically sick. But what could I do? If I didn't do exactly as the little bastard said, I'd be in jail - I knew that. I was completely at his mercy and he knew it. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I had become little more than Shorty's personal bitch. All pretence had gone out the window. He owned me now. He made me cook and clean for him, run errands for him and even buy him stuff, like a $3,000 Rolex and new pair of Ray Bans. I had to wash his car, polish his shoes and pick up his dry cleaning. Each morning, after I'd made breakfast, he had me go upstairs to the bedroom and change the sheets which he had Kelly had just slept in. They always reeked of his sperm and had sticky wet patches all over them. Kelly wasn't lying - he sure did produce a lot of cum. He also made me hand wash his dirty skids. It was pretty clear he was delighting in humiliating me. It wasn't just stuff he was too lazy to do - he really went out of his way to fuck with me. I'll give you an example. One night, I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and listening miserably to the sound of Shorty and Kelly fucking next door. As usual, I could hear him noisily suckling one of her boobs as he nailed her. She was also moaning his name, which was the worst part. After a while, the slapping sound of their genitals stopped and I heard Shorty head across the hall to the bathroom for a shit, whistling as he went. Shorty had to shit a lot for some reason, and he never bothered to shut the door when he did which was completely gross. Sure enough, I could soon make out the revolting sound of him blowing chunks into the toilet bowl. Then I heard his horrible raspy little voice calling my name. "Petey... I neeeeeeeed you!" he summoned me with mock sweetness. It made me shudder. Helpless, I got out of bed and went to him. He was butt naked except for his sweat socks, sitting on the can, grinning at me like an evil little goblin. His little feet were dangling some inches above the ground. "What is it Shorty?" I asked resignedly. "You need to clean the bathroom," he told me. "What? Why?" "Because I just took a monster shit in here dumbass, that's why! It stinks!" That was true. The little prick hadn't even deigned to flush. "Okay, but can't it wait till morning?" I asked. "Nope," he laughed. "Not unless you want me to give the Feds a call. Hehe. Now get to work bitch!" I guess I was just lucky he didn't make me wipe his ass. So I had to get down on my hands and knees in the middle of the night and clean the bathroom. Bleach the toilet, mop the floor, the whole works. It was utterly humiliating. Across the hall, Shorty made sure to leave the door to the master bedroom wide open, so I had a perfect view of Kelly sucking his huge cock back to erection as he lay stretched out on the bed. I knew he was tormenting me, enjoying watching me demean myself while my beautiful young wife pleasured him with her mouth - one hand stroking his cock and the other squeezing his big balls. Later, they resumed fucking, doing it like dogs. Shorty positioned Kelly on her hands and knees, making sure she was facing the doorway and could see across the hall exactly what I'd been reduced to. Our eyes met a few times and I felt completely ashamed. Shorty was standing behind her with his hands on her buttcheeks, slamming his big cock into her. He was the perfect height to be able to actually stand and pump away at her pussy, so he could really get a lot of power into his thrusts and make Kelly's big tits swing back and forth as they hung down. She ended up having two orgasms while he fucked her, before he pulled out and shot another one of his horse loads of cum all over her ass and her back. On Sunday afternoons, Shorty would usually watch football, sitting on my couch and eating nachos. Kelly had to sit beside him when he did this and he would put his arm around her like she was his girlfriend or something. Sometimes he would make me bring them both drinks, treating me like I was a damn butler or something. Mainly, he just wanted to make me have to look and see him with Kelly. Once, he made me stand by the couch with a cold beer, waiting to give it to him while he made out with my wife in front of me. I could see their tongues interlocking and his little hands up inside her top to grope her tits. It was obvious Kelly was starting to get hot as she always loved having her tits played with, but it broke my heart to see her relenting to him like this. At one point, he actually stuck his thick tongue out of his mouth and she sucked on it! It was horrible. He ended up with his hands down her pants, fingering her asshole for a bit, and then she got on her knees in front of the couch and sucked him off while he drank his beer and watched the game. I fled to the basement to get out of their way. My life had become a pure hell. You'll think I'm crazy, but I still felt like there was nothing I could do. And the more I demeaned myself, the lower I sank, the more I felt like that. To start standing up for myself, and go to prison now after everything I'd already endured, would be even worse than sucking it up and going in the first place. Once or twice I thought about killing him, I really did, but never acted on it. I was too chicken. I think real rock bottom came when Shorty started making me go down on Kelly after he had fucked her. I REALLY hated doing that. She would lie back with her legs spread while I would have to kneel at the foot of the bed and actually lick Shorty's putrid smelling semen out of her pussy. It was really disgusting and made me feel sick to have to do it, plus there was always so much of it. The only small grace was that Shorty liked Kelly to keep her pussy shaved, so at least there wasn't lots of hair down there. But still. Eventually, Kelly got pregnant. Obviously it was Shorty's. I asked her what she was going to do and she told me she wanted to keep it. She confessed that she had fallen in love with him, and thought it was best that the two of us got a divorce so the two of them could get married. She told me how sorry she was, and that she'd always love me, but said she felt Shorty was her soul mate and so she had to be true to that. She said she hoped I could be happy for her. I just wept and asked her if she was sure. She said she was. I asked if I could hold her one more time and she agreed. I could smell Shorty's aftershave on her. It killed me to think that his baby was already growing inside her. That night, as I packed my stuff, I could hear them fucking like newlyweds in the master bedroom. Kelly kept calling Shorty 'baby' and telling him how much she loved him. Several times, it sounded like she was cumming on his cock. Despite myself, I stole one last look through the keyhole and watched them for a while. They were both butt naked, drinking champagne as they fucked. Kelly was even feeding him strawberries. At one point, I watched her pour some champagne over her tits for him to lick it off. By the time I left them, Kelly was on all fours on the bed, letting him fuck her up the ass. Shorty must have known I was watching, because he looked right over to the door and flipped me the finger. So we got a divorce. Of course Shorty made sure I got virtually nothing in the settlement. The house, the car, all my belongings - everything went to Kelly and I had to agree. Now I live in a shithole condo on the edge of town and Shorty and Kelly are married, living in my old house. They seem really happy together. A few months ago, she gave birth to his son, who's also a midget. The only time I see her now is when I go over there once a week to wash and wax Shorty's car, which he still makes me do. Sometimes I see her watching me through the window and I wave at her like the loser I am. Sometimes she smiles back, but most of the time she just ignores me. Once I even saw her laughing at a joke Shorty had cracked that I was pretty sure was at my expense. At least I'm not in jail though, right? THE END