The empanada place was about a mile away. I grabbed a pack of fruit snacks for the journey because I knew it would be long and I love fruit snacks any...ay. As soon as I stepped outside, I felt a wave of oppressive heat. It felt like I was stepping into an oven cooking a meatloaf. I felt like a meatloaf. I smelled myself to see if I smelled like meatloaf. I didn’t. I smelled like B.O. and Old Spice deodorant I had stolen from my asshole brother to spite him for taking the car when it was. "These words from my bride of six months cut through me like a knife. I always knew that I was smaller than other men, but I thought that she was happy with me.To give some background, I met Jane just under a year ago at a party. She is 5' 5" tall, a pretty redhead with a figure men drool over. I fell for her the moment I saw her, and asked her to marry me within a month of our meeting. We did not have sex before our marriage, because to be honest, I was a little self conscious about the size. ‘Ohfuckkkkkkyessss,’ Janice squealed loudly as her voice returned, the sound seeming to inspire Don, who lifted her higher and sucked with even greedier intensity on her deliciously aching clit. his mouth clamped tightly around the soft bud, his tongue swirling wetly as he suckled like a starving animal, the obscene slurping sound finally drowned out by the power of Janice’s eruption into orgasm. ‘OHFUCK-SHIT-GODDDDDDYESSS OH ROD OHFUCK I’M CUMMING-OHSHIT-OHSHIT-YESSSSSSSS CUMMINGGGGGG!’. All her. She’s a bad influence. She arranged things in advance this time - practically sold tickets. Brazen slut! She’s terrible but you’ve got to love her. You should have seen what she was wearing last night. Absolutely gorgeous. She outshone me. As you know, my dress was similar but I don’t have her pert boobs and heart-shaped arse. Heads turned all night for her.Not that I didn’t get my fair share of attention; lots of wolf-whistles, a few adventurous hands on my arse. Nice. Yet,.