A wife's petty revenge

When I call her fat, she shows me how much they want her

Chapter 1 by Iliketurtle

Hello all. This is another story written by a friend of mine without a CHYOA account. Please note that this story has some racist themes and involves cheating.

I guess in some ways, I had it coming. I kept haranguing my poor wife for being a little overweight. Whenever she would eat that second dessert or late night sweet I would chide her about it. I really shouldn't have made a big deal out of it. She was only about twenty pounds overweight. It's not like she was a monster or anything. And really a lot of middle aged women gain more weight than that. But no, I had to be an idiot about it. And she taught me a lesson. Did she ever!

One weekend morning, Cindy and I were getting dressed to go out to brunch and she pulled out a pair of jeans she hadn't worn in a while. She was cursing in frustration because she had gotten too plump to button them.

"Should have skipped that second bowl of ice cream last night," I commented.

Cindy gave up trying to button her jeans and stood there facing me in her bra with her jeans unbuttoned and her white little pot belly poking out. She looked cute actually.

"I'm really sick of your shit, Frank!" she shouted. She wagged a finger at me and it made her big boobs sway back and forth which was a little distracting. "I work out a lot to try to burn off those extra calories, but it's hard, you know?" She noticed me looking at her boobs. "Besides, the fat makes my boobs bigger. I'm a double D now," she added proudly.

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"Yeah, well you look better naked than in clothes, I'll grant you that," I said. "But you can't go to brunch naked."

"Oh you are such an asshole," fumed my wife as she tugged awkwardly at her pant cuffs trying to extract herself from the tight jeans. "Here, help me will you?" My wife laid back on the bed and put her legs in the air so I could pull her jeans off. It was a struggle, but after a few sharp tugs the pants came off of her and I fell back against the closet door.

"I was afraid we were going to have to cut these off of you, chubs," I told my wife. I wiped my brow dramatically from the exertion.

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