Cheating Slut

My name is Amber. I am married to a brunette, blue-eyed wimp named Ken. He's tall and muscularly built but has a really tiny penis. He has no job and lays around watching football all day when he isn't surfing porn. He farts a lot like a real man does, and giggles about it, but doesn't want anyone to see the resulting skid marks in his underwear.

I'm five foot six, 110 pounds, as slender as a reed with a super tightly-packed body. I have long blonde hair, blue eyes, and wear a 36 g-cup bra. Actually, my tits are so big, they don't fit in the bra, but that's the biggest bra I can get. Despite the fact that my tits alone weigh thirty pounds each, I have not an ounce of fat on me. Oh, yeah, and I have a killer ass. Oh, and I won the Miss Universe contest eight times in a row. Oh, and I'm so beautiful that men pass out around me all the time from the sudden blood loss to their brains.

As beautiful as I am, I always wonder why I ever married Mr. Wimp, but let's just say that I love him anyway, totally. And I'd never hurt him. And I'm devoted.

So, it came as a shock when Ken's friend Mel came over to the house while Ken was at the store buying porno mags with the weekly paycheck I earned and gave him. Mel is tall, dark, and handsome, Australian, and doesn't work, either. However, despite the fact that he lays around all day (like my husband does), he's built like an eighteen year old body-builder. All of his muscles ripple when he moves. I would have figured Mel would be stuck to his couch this time of day, but there he was with a six-pack of beer.

"Ken's not here?" he asked me with deep, flashing eyes. He looked my figure up and down. He apparently liked me in what I was wearing.

I wondered if I should put on something more than the uncomfortable thong that Ken expected me to wear all the time. My transparent tube top that clearly showed my enormous nipples covered everything up top, so I guess I was okay there.

"No, you know him; he's masturbating under his coat to the magazines at the liquor store." I smiled like a dutiful, nice housewife.

"Oh, and you don't mind?"

What a funny guy. He obviously didn't know that when you get married, the man is supposed to be able to become a total porn addict and masturbate to pictures of other women.

"Of course not, silly." I laughed. "Us wives are expected to support that with a kind and sympathetic heart."

"So do you look at porn?"

"Oh! Heavens no!" I exclaimed in total horror. Was he kidding? Everyone knew that when you get married, the wife must never exhibit any kind of interest in anything sexual except for her husband. "No way! I could be labeled a slut if I looked at a picture of a naked man."

"Oh. Mind if I stick these in the fridge?" He raised the six-pack.

"Go right ahead. Ken will need some nourishment when he comes back from masturbating. If I don't keep him well-fed and nourished, he might not be able to give me our twice-yearly sex."

"Twice a year? Isn't that a lot?" He put the six-pack in next to tonight's carefully coordinated dinner plans.

I was carrying a load of Ken's clean underwear from the laundry room when he asked that. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get all the skid marks or cum stains out of Ken's underwear. Maybe I should buy him some fresh ones to soil when he masturbated.

"A lot? Well, maybe it is, but I'm always here for him. I'm ready at all times to be his woman - I mean, his wife."

"Why do you say that? Wife rather than woman?"

Mel sure was dense sometimes. "Well, if I say woman, then that implies that I am a person. You see, when you get married, the man becomes the only person in the marriage. The woman becomes a wife and stops being a person."

"Huh?"

"If I was a real person, and not just a wife, I might have feelings. I might have rights and expectations of being treated like a person - a real human being. But everyone knows that wives are just possessions for their husbands."

I never saw what was coming. Mel closed the fridge door and backed into me. I couldn't see because Ken's underwear laundry was piled too high. Even though I did his laundry every day, his soiling of twenty-two sets of underwear each day made a big pile. Both Mel and I collided. The laundry went straight up into the air. I heard a loud ripping sound as all of Mel's clothes flew off him and into the air to mix with Ken's laundry. We both fell to the ground, and as we were falling, Mel's penis twitched, blew up and aimed at me. My tube top tore off and flew across the room and my thong suddenly separated at the seams.

"Oh no!" I cried.

Mel's engorged penis was at least 47 inches long and as big around as my thigh. I was instantly wet at the sight and as he fell on top of me, his cock slid into my pussy so easily that it picked up speed.

I couldn't believe I had taken all of his cock inside me. Mel bounced off my boobs and it caused his hips to bounce too. His cock rammed me in and out several times. I had trouble breathing because his cock was coming out of my throat.

I loved it. Even though it felt like I was giving birth to a continent, his massive penis brought me to orgasm. I had expected such a large penis to rip my vaginal canal and cause severe pain, but it was just like Ken fantasized - the bigger the cock, the better. I couldn't believe that my skin could stretch to thirty times it's normal limit and cause so much pleasure. I could only recommend that all men have something on their skin stretched so that they could feel so good, too.

Mel bounced four pumps into me and suddenly he came. Gallons of sperm shot out of my mouth and splattered my eyes, face, neck, tits, stomach, bush, and somehow, even my killer ass. Sperm was everywhere. And yes, my enormous tits were fully covered. Oh yeah, and my nipples were hard and standing a whole foot in the air.

Right at that instant, the door flew open and Ken strode in like Napoleon conquering Europe. With him was my mother, my father, my three year old niece, my sister, our cat, our next door neighbors, Father Donovan - the family priest, my grandmother, Aunt Alice, my boss from work, Mother Theresa, the Pope, my doctor, the UPS man, my best friend Sarah, and God Himself.

"Well well," Ken strutted around in circles as he looked Mel and me over.

"It was an accident!" I cried.

"Shut up, slut!" You will never speak to me again!" Ken circled us. I noticed that he had somehow become even more muscular, more tanned, and the bulge in his pants said that his cock had finally gotten its growth spurt while he was at the store. He looked like a real man, now. Whereas his cock had been an inch long, it now appeared to fill his underwear.

The entire crowd looked at me disapproving and judgmental.

My boss took a step forward. "Eh, you're fired, slut."

My parents shook their heads. My father looked hurt. "Even though you were my little girl and I loved you so dearly, you are no longer our daughter and we support Ken's planned beatings and even killing you if he feels like it."

My dear old grandmother who loved me no matter what just shook her head in sadness at me. "God might forgive you, but I never can for what you did. I only hope Ken will let me help him beat you. If you're lucky, maybe he'll keep you alive so we can go on and on beating you."

I blinked several times. "Aunt Alice, aren't you dead?"

"Yes, slut niece, but I had to come back to disapprove. Didn't you know that not only is your whole life over, but that your stain carries over into death, too?"

"Hey, old bitch," Ken muttered. "This is my show."

Mel vanished in a whirl of clothes. How he separated them so fast from all of Ken's underwear, I don't know.

"Hold it, you!" Ken's voice boomed.

Mel came and stood meekly in front of Ken. He didn't even move as Ken sort of shrugged and his fist shot out to totally crush Mel's face. Blood splattered from the broken nose.

"Sorry to have to do that to you, buddy, but you fucked my wife. We'll get together later for football after I've trashed Amber, here."

"Okay, see you in a bit." Mel mumbled and left.

Ken looked at me a moment. The UPS man whispered something in his ear.

"Oh yeah, the speech." Ken began to draw breath.

I was unable to speak or move for some reason as his chest swelled and swelled and swelled. After a few minutes of sucking in air, he began.

"Since you have decided to be a whore and break your vows to me, the whole marriage is changed the way I decide on my whim. You are nothing but a slut and you have thrown away all the trust that I had in you. You are so filthy that I can never again look at you with love, which is good because I love to masturbate anyway. But since you are a total slut whore, you will never get sex from me again. Nothing you say will ever mean anything to me because everything you say is a lie - no matter what you say."

I sobbed. "But..." There was no interrupting him. The sheer power of his presence even overshadowed God over in the corner.

"Since you are the filthiest, most vile creature alive now, and since you are my possession, I can now treat you like I please. Your one act makes you mine to do with what I please. I am going to dish out your punishment after I'm done blabbing, and you will deserve every second of it, and even more. I reserve the right to beat you whenever I feel rested enough to continue, because it will be showing you that I am a real man."

I sobbed pitifully. Why wouldn't he listen to me? "But..."

"And because you are the most disgusting filthy slut on the face of the planet, I will now take on my new lovers..."

Two gorgeous blondes walked in, arm in arm.

"... Jenna and Taylor. They are lesbians who have sex all the time with anyone they feel like. They will be moving in and staying in our bedroom..."

Some guy dropped their luggage inside the door.

"... while you will be sleeping under the table in the kitchen like the dog you are. I will be having sex with them all the time, in front of you, and you will be forced to watch. All because you are a filthy slut and your actions give me the right to do this. I will fuck anyone I want, including your mother, and you will have to accept it. Oh yeah, and your sister, too. Oh yeah, and animals, too..."

At that moment, another guy came in leading a goat.

Ken ripped off his jeans and out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least fifty inches long and as thick around as a barstool. His growth spurt was amazing. He rammed it into the goat and continued his speech.

"Whoever or whatever I fuck, you will have to lick my cum out of them, because you are a whore and you will do what I say."

I sobbed even more pitifully, sorry that I was ever born to have so hurt this wonderful man. And the size of his cock... if I had just waited an hour instead of having this accident, I could have been really pleasured by the most wonderful man alive. "But..."

"I will now call you nothing but slut. You are no longer even a possession and thus don't deserve a name. Aren't I clever? Oh, and you will remain silent at all times and blah blah and blah..."

He droned on for another fifteen minutes while I tried to say I was sorry. He finally ran out of his first long breath and glared piously at me.

"How was that, everyone?" He strutted around the kitchen after spewing his sperm into the goat.

Everyone applauded wildly.

Mother Theresa shook her head. "How does the macho stud get to be able to pontificate a huge speech like that without interruption?"

My best friend Sarah answered her. "Because he was cheated on. Didn't you know all men that get cheated on get studly abilities?"

A lot of noise sounded at the door, followed by a burst of even more people rushing into the room.

Four Swedish bikini team blondes surrounded my Ken and pushed a lottery ticket at him. One of them gushed at him. "We saw you drop this on your way out of the liquor store. It's a winning lotto ticket! You now have seventy-five million dollars!"

"That's nice," Ken said as if he expected it. "You can blow me now, if you must."

The four women dropped down and proceeded to lick my husband's cock like a lollipop. I was envious.

A blonde news reporter with even bigger tits than me came in and stuck a microphone in his face. "How does it feel to have discovered your wife being a total slut?"

"Well," Ken wagged his head and looked upwards. "I was able to catch her in the act of being a slut. I'm going to dish out a massive beating that will involve broken bones and a lot of blood."

"Is divorce in your future, Mister Wonderful?"

"Heavens, no!" Ken looked angry. "Divorce implies she's a person. You see, she's a possession. That's a big difference. You can do whatever you want with a possession. No, I want to go on humiliating her every day for the rest of her life. I want her to cry and feel not only physical pain from the planned hourly beatings, but I want her to feel emotional pain, too."

The news reporter looked confused. "But divorce is no fault - has been since the seventies. She can divorce you whether you want to or not."

"No no no, you don't understand." Ken spoke slowly, as if to a child. "Once she has become a slut, she loses any legal status she might have. She won't leave me to divorce me because I desire to ruin her life over and over and over again until she is dead, if I don't decide to kill her first. So, you see, she'll stay and suffer endless physical torture because it will make me feel good. Isn't that right, slut!?"

His kick to my face caught me off guard. Blood spurted from my mouth and I had to spit out a tooth that he had kicked loose. "Please..."

Just then, three women in business suits filed in. "I'm Elizabeth Mary Diaz-Jensen-Freely-Brent from the National Organization of Women. I have papers here that NOW is formally disavowing Amber as a woman. You may beat her at whim."

"See?" Ken bragged to the news reporter.

Amidst the crowd of people, six men were carting off his big screen TV. Criminals would take advantage of anything to steal.

Ken flew into action to the gasps of the crowd. He landed in the midst of the criminals and his feet and fists shot out so fast that we all thought we were watching Matrix. His spinning kick where he alternated left and right foot kicks while floating and slowly turning in midair was awesome. He looked bored, though, and was looking at his fingernails. After dispatching the criminals and saving his big screen, he came back to strut for the fawning news reporter.

The big titted woman was speechless. "Can... can I suck your cock, too?"

He waved his permission with a lazy hand.

God strode forward. "I AM AND I AM HERE TO METE OUT VENGEANCE."

God didn't see the lazy backhand that my Ken threw His way. With the sound of a cannon, Ken backhanded God's face, sending Him flying back against the wall.

"Vengeance might be yours, oh God, but revenge is mine. You can have her after I kill her." Ken hadn't even looked at God.

Ken advanced on me. "Time to get what you deserve. Your act has caused this."

"Ahem," Father Donovan cleared his throat. He held out a baseball bat. "Do it right, Ken."

Ken hefted the bat and I could see the superiority in his eyes, the enjoyment. As each blow fell, I could hear bones break. Blood flew and splattered. He beat me in a frenzy until he was exhausted. The crowd cheered as the last of my bones were shattered.

I was a slut and got what I deserved, right? Yep.

But life wasn't done being sympathetic to my poor husband. In rushed Jay from the local ShopMart where Ken had held a brief job.

"Dude! I mean, Mister Wonderful Ken, I'm glad I found you. Management wants you back! You're rehired for double-pay. That's ten bucks an hour, dude! And they'll even let you sit in the break room all day looking at those porn mags you jizzed all over and were fired for."

The kitchen erupted in even bigger cheers as music swelled from somewhere. Angels sang and the sun shone so brightly through the windows. It was the start of a wonderful life. For Ken.