Marge is, and always has been, what some guys call pleasingly plump and others call fat. Whatever the nomenclature used by others all I can say is that she suits me and given the amount of cock she has taken over the ten years we have been married she has also suited a lot of others.
I met Marge when a guy brought her to a party at the fraternity I belonged to. He took her upstairs and fucked her and then had walked out and left her there. Someone else had walked by the room, seen her and had helped himself and thirty-five guys later Marge was trying to find someone to give her a ride home. I like my girls to have a little meat on their bones and she did have a lovely face and so I told her I would give her a ride. As she was climbing in my car she thanked me and then she said that she lived with her parents and she was going to catch hell when she got home looking like she did. She was a little on the cum splattered side so I took her to my apartment and while she showered I ran to a twenty-four hour Wal-Mart and got her some undamaged clothes. When I took them back to the apartment she was lying naked on my couch and things happened and she never left my apartment all weekend.
When I dropped her off at her parent’s house on Sunday night I asked her if she had a boyfriend.
“Just that asshole that dumped me at the frat house and I don’t care if I ever see him again.”
I asked her out and a week later she moved in with me. Before she moved in she told me that she liked to fuck and that she liked variety.
“If it will bother you that I will sometimes go out on a date with someone else tell me now.”
I told her she could fuck whomever she wanted to as long as she would fuck whomever I wanted her to.
She smiled, “Do you really mean that?” I told her that I really did.
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I liked Marge and I liked fucking her, but I’m also pretty much of an asshole and I had some things in mind when I said, “As long as you fuck whomever I want you to.” Charlie fixed my car and Marge paid the bill on his desk. Dean fixed my VCR, TV and stereo and Marge paid the bill on the couch in his office. I needed to raise money to take us on Spring Break in Florida so I threw a party and charged a hundred bucks a pop. For their money those who attended got all the beer they could drink and all the Marge they wanted. I raised twenty-seven hundred and sixty dollars and I’m still trying to figure out where the sixty came from. The room in Lauderdale didn’t cost a dime because Marge fucked the motel manager damned near to death. I only had to pay for gas at three out of eleven stops. At every gas station after I filled up I gave the station attendant a choice - money or Marge and eight of them took Marge. The other three attendants were women and even then one almost went for Marge.
Once Marge moved in I never paid rent again. When it was due I told the manager that Marge had the money and he should stop by the apartment and collect it from her. I always left her the money, just in case, but she never needed it. If I had a party and ordered a keg of beer I always sent Marge to pick it up and when she came back to the apartment she always gave me back the money.
“I’ll have to do him again when I take the keg back to cover the security deposit.
One day out of curiosity I asked Marge if there was anyone she wouldn’t fuck. “No, if it is a hard cock I’ll take it at least once.” I began to wonder about that and being the asshole that I am I knew that one day I was going to test her.
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Three weeks before graduation I game home to find Marge with a bunch of U-Haul boxes and I asked her what she was doing. “You will be leaving in three weeks and so I need to get packed and find a place to stay.”
“The hell you do. You are going with me.”
She threw herself into my arms and cried and blubbered and all that kind of shit. I bought her the ring (no, that’s not true - I picked out the ring - she paid for it in the back room of the jewelry store) the next day and she called her mother and then things got out of hand. I had been thinking of a civil ceremony in front of a justice of the peace, but Marge’s mother just wouldn’t have it. We ended up with the gown, the church wedding, the reception and the whole nine yards. It was interesting to watch the bride to be fuck all seventeen men at the bachelor party and I wondered if I was the only one at the reception who saw the new blushing bride sneak off with the best man.
Marge was a slut, but Marge wasn’t a dumb slut. She was a computer whiz and that had been her major in college. She quickly found a job, which was a good thing because it took me almost three months to find one. By the time I started work Marge had been nailed by every guy she worked with and had become her boss’s “unofficial” girl friend. Harry just could not get enough of the little slut.
“He wants me to leave you and marry him. Think I should? He’s awfully rich.”
“I’ve always let you do what you wanted to do. You want his money, go get it.”
She made a face at me and then said, “No, I don’t think so. He probably wouldn’t let me fuck whoever I want. I guess I’ll just have to stay with you and fuck him twice a day to keep him happy.”
A month after I started my new job the company held an open house at a local hotel for our suppliers and customers and I had Marge come over and meet me when she got off work. I was talking to George, the VP of Marketing and I heard him say, “Oh my God” and I looked to see what he was staring at and saw Marge standing in the doorway looking for me. She might be pleasingly plump, but she is also pure sex on the hoof. Her 38DD’s were threatening to destroy the top of her dress and her short dress and high heels showed off her legs to perfection. Frank, the President of the company, walked up to George and me and looking Marge’s way he said, “I hope she’s not in the wrong room. I’d like to watch her walk around for a while.” Just then Marge saw me and came toward us. When she got to us I said, “Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet my wife” and both men got sheepish looks on their faces as I made the introductions.
Marge asked me where the bathroom was and when she left us I blew both men away. In fact, I even surprised myself. I knew I was an asshole and that I used Marge to get things for me, but suddenly there was something that I didn’t want to use Marge for - I wanted to get it for myself. As both men watched Marge walk away I said, “I need to clear the air here. This is not about advancement and I want to make that perfectly clear. I do not use my wife for things like that, but Marge is a cock hungry slut and if I know her at all she will fuck some one before we leave here tonight. She can’t help it; it is just the way she is. Nobody else here knows her or knows that about her so you two have a head start if you want it. She prefers the direct approach. If you will excuse me I think I need a fresh drink.”
Marge told me later that George had walked up to her and asked, “Is what your husband said about you true?”
“Probably. Just what did he say?”
George told her and Marge had said, “Is this your way of volunteering?”
George had smiled, said that he was indeed and then Marge had asked where they could go. He took her one of the rooms the company had reserved and before the door was closed behind them Marge was on her knees going after his cock. She had fucked him twice and was sucking his cock trying to get him hard again and he was a little slow to respond. George could see that she was getting frustrated so he asked if he should bring in a little help and Marge had said yes. George picked up his cell phone and had called Frank and five minutes later Marge was doing them both.
“They asked me if they could see me again.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Gee sweetie, you sure can ask some stupid questions.”
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All of the previous give you some idea of what Marge was like, but none of it really shows her truly nasty side. Marge had once told me that if had a hard cock she would fuck it at least once and I decided that I wanted to see what Marge’s limits were. We were driving through the lower downtown area on afternoon and I saw a black man step into an alley and unzip himself to take a whiz. I quickly stopped and told Marge to go and hold his cock for him while he peed and then to get him hard and if she could get him up to fuck him. She didn’t hesitate a second, just got out of the car and went over to the man. I watched her direct his stream against the wall, wipe his cock on his shirttail and then start to fondle him. After a couple of minutes she led him to the car and the two of them got in the back seat and Marge said, “Drive.” As I pulled away from the curb I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could watch the action in the back seat and then for the next forty minutes Marge fucked him twice as I drove around the downtown area.
During the next six weeks I had her suck off a drunk who was sitting in an alley, fuck two Chinese guys at the laundry where I had my shirts done and pull a train for seven homeless men in the park. Not once did Marge say one word when I told her to do these things, but finally she said to me, “I know I told you that I would fuck anything that moves, but it’s time to draw the line. If you keep having me fuck drunks, winos and the homeless, sooner or later I’m going to catch a disease. I’m about to start a new career and I don’t want to be spreading things - it would be bad for business.”
“What new career?”
“I had lunch with Frank today and after a spirited romp in the sack he asked me if I would do him a favor. He has a prospective customer who saw me at the open house and he told Frank that for a night with me he would give your company all his business. I told him that I needed to talk to you about it so, if you don’t object, I’m your company’s new whore.”
The next day Frank called me into his office. He looked a little uncomfortable and at first he couldn’t meet my eyes. He actually blushed when he said, “I had lunch with your wife yesterday.”
“I know, she told me all about it.”
Then he hemmed and hawed and finally said, “Damn it, I just don’t know how to handle this. I’m not used to being around someone with your attitude toward your wife and I’m not comfortable around you.”
I smiled at him, “Then let me see if I can’t put you at your ease or at least help you understand something. Marge is a slut! She was a slut when I met her and she was a slut when I fell in love with her and married her. I can’t help it - I love her. But in order for me to have her she made it perfectly clear to me that marriage wasn’t going to change her. So, my options were to walk away from her or live with what she is. Let me ask you something and be honest with me here; you fucked her at the open house and then you asked her if you could see her again, why?”
Frank hesitated and couldn’t look at me, but after a moment of silence he said, “Because she was magnificent. She was so sexually exciting and I had never felt so alive.”
“There you have it. That’s how I feel about her too so I put up with what I have to to keep her coming home to me. By the way, she told me what you asked her to do and I do have a problem with it. Fucking guys for the fun of it is one thing, but fucking guys to bring in business is something else. If she is going to do that for you I want to see her compensated. I don’t care if it’s money or gifts, jewelry, stuff from Victoria’s Secret, tickets to a show I don’t care, but I want her to get something out of it besides more cock. Other than that I have no objection.”
“I see your point and I quite agree with you. But that isn’t why I called you in here. Your work has been excellent and George wants to promote you to Manager. It is a promotion that you would have gotten within the next nine months to a year anyway, but George wants to bring you up early and, quite frankly, it is because of your wife. As you no doubt know, managers and above go to a retreat one weekend every year and George wants to invite your wife to join us. He says he wouldn’t feel right in asking her and leaving you at home.”
“I told you at the open house that I don’t use Marge’s body for advancement. If I earned the promotion I’ll take it, but if I wouldn’t have gotten it for another year I’ll wait that year. It is important to me that I know I get where I’m going on my own. If I took the promotion now, especially after your telling me that I wouldn’t have gotten it except for George wanting Marge at the retreat, I would always feel that I hadn’t earned it on my own. Marge going away for the weekend and leaving me at home is not something new. It has happened before and it will happen again. There is one thing though, if you take Marge on a weekend trip I’ll hold you responsible for her safety. It will be up to you and George to see to it that nothing happens to her except that she has a good time.”
Sunday night at ten Marge came home from her weekend all smiles. “You missed it sweetie. Frank told me he offered to make you a manager so you could have gone. You should have taken it. If you had been there you would have seen me actually asking them to stop! I finally met my match sweetie. There were twenty-seven guys there and they fucked me non-stop from Friday night until two in the morning on Sunday. I had to ask them to stop and give me a rest. I slept for six hours and then we started all over again and didn’t stop until seven this evening.”
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Frank has been trying to get Marge to quit her job and come work for him, but Marge keeps telling him no. She says she would feel guilty if she did that to Harry. Harry is still trying to get Marge to leave me and marry him and Marge keeps reminding me that if I don’t keep her happy in bed she just might take him up on his offer. For my part all I can do is lay back and let Marge keep on trying to fuck my brains out and wait to see what will happen next.