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