She told him what he can and can't do.

"God, you're so fucking hot," you said to Jennifer. "You should get exactly what you want."

She went over to Marcus's chair on stood in front of him. You were an inch shorter than her, but he was a few inches shorter than you, so he often looked a little ridiculous standing next to his tall wife. With him sitting, she looked like a giantess. She wasn't a beanpole either, her shoulders were as wide as her hips, making her look very imposing as she stood over him.

"I'm done with you," said Jennifer. "You haven't satisfied me in a long time, and right now I'm realizing it's because you don't measure up. You're too small for me in every way."

Marcus looked like he was going to cry. "You're leaving me?"

Jennifer's face instantly changed from mean to sweet. She leaned over and put her hand on his face. "What? Oh honey, no! I still love you! You're still my husband! I want to spend the rest of my life with you! I just don't want to ever fuck you again!"

"Oh," said Marcus, who looked kinda relieved, but not really.

"In fact," said Jennifer, straightening back up and looking more stern again. "I don't really want your pathetic hands ever touching me again. If you can't get me off, then these..." She shook her big breasts. "...are off limits."

"But... what good am I to you if I can't even... you know."

"You're good for lots of things, honey! You earn the rent! Plus, now that I'm going to be busy getting good fuckings from Dustin's big cock all the time, you can take over all the chores!"

Marcus looked at you for help.

You laughed. "Hey, there's nothing I can do. She's the boss, right?"

He looked back at his beautiful wife. "Yes. She's the boss."