I didn’t mind her size that much, but having to beg my own wife for sex was humiliating and depressing. This led me to having sex with, of all people, a friend of hers who she had told about our miserable sex life. The lady used this information to seduce me, and as I was so horny, I went for it.

The problem was she told someone who told someone, and my wife found out about it. It was a disaster. She wanted a divorce at first but calmed down after a while. She slept in another room after that for a long time, and when she came back to my bed, she still didn’t want sex. She said she kept thinking of me and her friend.

It was shit, and I knew it was my fault. On top of that, I was working away, so she kept asking if I was sleeping alone in my hotel room and if I had met anyone. It was hard, but I couldn’t say a word. One week, I was going on the road again, and to my surprise, she was happy. Then she told me she had arranged to have the kids stay with her mum and was looking forward to the time alone in the house.

I was relieved and set off to work, happy that she didn’t hassle me this time. The trip went well, and I worked so hard I managed to cut the trip short. So, I decided to go home and surprise my wife.

It was late Wednesday night when I got back, and I was surprised to see the lights still on at home and a strange car in the drive. My heart sank when I saw the unfamiliar car. She couldn’t do this to me no way. I raced towards the house in a rage, hoping beyond hope that it was a girlfriend or something. When I opened the door, Marge, my wife, was just inside the door as if she was about to open it herself. I stood back and looked at her, not recognizing her exactly.

She normally wears very conservative skirts and tops, clothes built to hide her large, flabby body. She never wears anything remotely sexy as she never wants to get me horny in case I ask for sex. But here she was, wearing a tight black mini skirt that clung to her every curve and didn’t reach her knees. Her enormous breasts, that she never shows, were inside a tight white top that was see-through, showing her lacy white bra and her huge tits. To finish it all off, her face was heavily made up with bright red lipstick. She looked like a whore, not my wife. She backed up, shocked to see me, her mouth working up and down, but no sounds came out at first.

“What are you doing back already?” she managed. I pushed past her, but she grabbed at me. “No, John, don’t go in there, don’t!” she tried, but I yanked her away and stormed into the sitting room.

There was a huge black man sitting down at my dining table. He looked about 40 and mean-looking too. His shoulders were huge, and I saw his hands clenched, looking enormous too. He didn’t move an inch; he just stared back at me with a half-smile on his face. Marge came storming in behind me and stood between me and the other man as if to stop me from attacking him.

“John, you must leave right now,” she said.

What was she on? I thought. “What the hell’s going on here? Who the fuck is that guy?” I screamed mad as hell.

The guy jumped up, knocking his chair flying. He was fucking huge, and I thought fuck this. I can’t fight this guy.” In one step, he flung Marge out of the way and grabbed me by the collar, lifting me up off the floor. He looked at me and said,

“You better shut the fuck up, boy. You better be nice to your old lady,” he kind of spat it at me. I must have gone white with shock. I saw Marge move over and pull at his huge arm. “Please leave him, it’s okay. I’ll deal with him,” she said.

“Maybe you better leave now, Leroy,” she was trying to save my sorry ass. I should have shut up, but I needed to save some pride, so I opened my big mouth.

“Yeah, you heard her get out, get out of my house.” He reacted fast by head-butting me on the nose, then flinging me across the room to land on the sofa. Marge screamed, then I heard a loud slap as he must have slapped her in the face. When I looked up, he was standing in the middle of the room with his fists clenched and a smile on his face. My wife was standing near the door with a hand to her cheek, sobbing a little.

“I’m not leaving here now, asshole, until I get what I came for,” he snarled at me. I made to get up, but he stepped forward, and I cowardly backed, scared of this man. He turned and looked at my wife, grinning, and said, “You brought me here to have me fuck you, bitch. Now that’s what’s gonna happen. Understand?”

She spoke up, recovering and trying to sound in control. “Leroy, I’ll call you tomorrow, but it’s better if you go now.”

He laughed and stepped up to her, leaning down at her as he towered above her. “You said you wanted revenge, you said you only wanted to be fucked by a big cock! DIDN’T YOU?!” he screamed at her, making her jump with fear. “You knew I liked fat sluts, and you knew from Ann that I had a big cock, so don’t act innocent on me, bitch,” he continued.