Chapter 2

Over the next couple of years we got together regularly. Jane would call me when she wanted to see me, and I scurried over to her apartment like the loyal dog I was. It was frightening how my mind divided into loving my wife who totally gave herself to me, and also loving Jane who only took from me. She used me as a sounding board, telling me about her relationships as I filed her nails, shaved her legs and crotch, and licked her clit. Sometimes she wanted sex and I couldn’t refuse.

She liked to wear high heels, I was only as high as her groin then. Jane said since she was already two feet taller than me, an extra few inches made no difference. Stockings and a suspender belt, lacy bra as I shaved her, filed and painted her nails, combed and trimmed her hair, sucked her nipples and her vagina, and then fucked her.

Her great legs lifted and open as my small body clambered into the open space, my stiff cheating cock always willing to slide into Jane’s wonderful tight snatch. She always looked at me while we did it. Her big blue eyes seemed to eat my stunted body, sucking me out, making me even smaller as she got bigger, taking what little power I had and adding to her own huge energy reserves.

When my penis was in her, her gaze ripping though me, her fingers gripping my ribs or arms, I was no longer a midget. For that brief time, I was superman, a guy who was desired by Jane couldn’t be less than that. I stared into those vortex eyes and pushed my hard throbbing penis in and out of her, great breasts with big erect nipples falling to either side, she moaned and the huge woman came with me as I pumped her full of my semen again.

We never used condoms. I always had to avoid sex with my wife afterwards until I was able test myself for STDs.

Jane was a monster; a demon who was going to destroy me. I knew that, and still I obeyed her commands. When she summoned me, I went to her like the addict that I was.

She would come to the shop for haircuts and flirt with me right in front of Luisa, even though she knew I didn’t like that. Luisa thought the tall woman was just being funny.

One day, she called and told me excitedly that she’d received a marriage proposal.

“That’s great!” I said with mixed emotions.

“He’s tall, as tall as I am, and he’s a doctor.”

“Like you always wanted.” I said.

“That’s right.” She said, “Oh Sam, I’m not really sure about it. I need you to come over to my place and take care of me.”

“I can’t today, I don’t know when Luisa will be back.”

“Don’t bother me with your little problems!” Jane admonished me, “I want you!”

“Yes, ok.” I mumbled. “I’ll be over at four, ok?”

“Fine, but don’t be late.” She said, “I’m meeting my fiancé at eight and I need to be prepared, understand?”

“Yes Jane.” I said, relieved and disappointed that she wouldn’t want sex. But why did she say fiancé if she hadn’t accepted yet?

“So what’s his name?” I asked as I sat on a low stool and defoliated her feet. Her feet were large for a woman, but far smaller than a man of her height would have. Long and thin like the rest of her, elegant, sexy.

“Kirk.” She said, leaning back casually, opening her thighs so I could look up her skirt and see her furry groin that was waiting to be taken care of.

The name rung a bell, and then I remembered. “Wasn’t that the name of the boy with Leukemia, you’re boyfriend’s son you looked after?” I asked.

“That’s right. Kirk proposed to me; the same Kirk.”

I guess my jaw just about hit the floor.

“He came to see me, and ... well, he’s a doctor now, he’s all grown up, and he wants me to marry him.”

“But ... isn’t he a lot younger than you? And a patient, and your lover’s son?” Her feet badly needed looking after. The nails were ragged.

“He loves me.” She said as I got to work.

“So do I, but you wouldn’t marry me.” I said. “Do you love him?”

“Yes. Well, I think so, I mean, he’s perfect, and he knows me Sam. He knows who I really am. But ... to be honest, I’m not completely sure.”

Now I knew why I was here. Jane needed to talk to someone.

“Is he good in bed?” I asked her as my hands caressed her feet.

“I don’t know.” She said.

“You haven’t even had sex with him?”

“Of course I did!” She said defensively. “But it’s always good in the beginning. That doesn’t tell me anything, really. Anyway, we also had sex, before.”

“You mean when he was sick? You had sex with a sick boy? Jesus Jane!”

“Well I thought he was going to die. It didn’t seem right he should go without...”

“Coming?”

“Exactly. Anyway, he’s been in remission for 10 years, he’s rich, good looking, and wants to marry me. How can I refuse? I’d be crazy.”

I ran my hand up inside her skirt, tracing along her long smooth thigh. She didn’t stop me, so I didn’t stop.

“So you aren’t sure then.” I said, brushing my lips along the inside of her thigh.

“How can I be?” she asked, as I kissed my way higher. “You know me Sam. What kind of a wife could I ever be? I’d end up just damaging him, and he’s a good guy.”

“Lift your rear, sweetie, that’s it.” I said as I pulled off her skirt. “Just relax while I look after things down here. I think you’ll make a great wife.”

She slapped my head playfully. “This is serious!” she admonished me.

I began the long careful task I relished so much, shaving her beautiful crotch (I tried waxing her once, she didn’t like that). Making it ready for licking, and even more if she let me.

“Does he love you as much as I do?” I asked her quietly.

“Yes. I think so.” She said. “He’s obsessed, he has been the whole time he told me, since I nursed him. Literally! Haha, well you know me, Sam.”

“Honestly, I think you should marry him.” I said, fingering her open slot.

“You really think so?” she asked, squirming a little.

“Yes.”

She sat in quiet reflection as I carefully shaved her legs and groin, plucking out the odd hair that was trying to emerge in the crack of her ass. As she got older, there were more of them.

“Unzip me.”

I climbed up on a stool behind her and pulled down the zipper of her blouse, then peeled it away from her broad pale shoulders.

“Unhook my bra too.” She said.

She shrugged out of her clothes, which fell to the floor. She rose and got into the waiting bed, face down.

“I need a massage.” She said, “My basketball team got to the league finals the other night.”

“How did you do?”

“We came in third. I played really hard.”

“I can tell, your muscles are all stringy.” I said as I worked her shoulders.

“That feels good.” She hummed. “You always make me feel better.”

I glowed at her compliment as I worked at her long broad back; the skin still unblemished and silky smooth over her strong muscles. I climbed on top of her and sat on her ass to do her lower back, then shifted down to her thighs as I massaged the round globes of her ass. It wasn’t as tight as when I’d first known her; she had matured, physically at least.

I loved this; touching her, worshipping her, loving her in an almost asexual way. Of course I was turned on, my erection pleasantly painful in my trousers. Jane moaned and sighed as my stubby fingers pressed into the muscles of her wonderful body.

After about a half hour, she rolled over, her black hair spilling over her white pillow like ink on a spoiled page. I rubbed her feet, then worked my way up. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb, then got the vibrator out.

“I’m going to be married, Sam.” She said, her open legs belying her words, “I can’t have sex with you anymore.”

“Yes, of course not.” I said, “I’ll just take care of you so you’ll have a clear head this evening.”

“You’re right, good head for a clear head.” She agreed in a distracted tone, still lying nude on her bed with her long athletic legs splayed. “An afternoon with you always clears my mind. You can lick me if you want.”

“Ok.” I said, and got to work with the vibrator and my tongue.

Ah, it had been so long; how I’d missed this, the serenity I felt as I served her. Her great strong legs open for my tongue, the taste of her, the sweet smell of her vagina.

“You can make my wedding dress.” She mused, having no idea what she was asking of me. Wedding dresses, formal ones, are complex works of art, high end stuff of experts. I’d never done work on that level and doubted I had the ability to do so.

“I want it to be fabulous.” She went on, holding my face tight against her open vagina so I couldn’t answer back. “White lace, veil, layered skirts, everything.”

The idea seemed to excite her sexually. I worked harder, penetrating her with the vibrator as I lashed her clit. She writhed around a little, and I knew she was going to come.

“You can fuck me in it!” she gasped, “After you make it you can make me in it! Haha, you’ll be my final blast of freedom, and then I’ll be a wife, I’ll be good you know, Kirk deserves an honest woman.”

I licked her clit as I pushed the vibrator in and out of her vagina; I wondered if she’d want me to put my aching cock in her this afternoon? I hoped she would, and I hoped she wouldn’t. I wanted to fuck her well so bad, and I dreaded the guilt I’d feel if I did.

“And you should be there, at my wedding.” She went on, “My little secret! Haha, who would ever guess? Who would even believe it? Oh darling, I’m going to miss you, that’s for sure!”

And she was coming. Ah, but I loved to make Jane come; when that magnificent woman came, I was not deformed; I was huge, powerful, a man who could be proud.

“You can jerk off if you want.” She said, lifting one knee and rolling towards me, so her hair and big breasts hung to one side, her pink lower lips still gleaming. “Go on.” She prompted.

She stared at me, smiling slightly as I opened my pants and pulled my dick out. I stroked myself and looked at her; stretched along her bed, the special extra long one I’d bought when she’d briefly lived with me.

“Fuck it, Sam!” she sighed, “I’m not married yet, get your clothes off and put it in me!”

She wasn’t married, but I was. I did it anyway; and I have no excuse for it. I knew it was wrong, but god damn, it sure felt good as my hard penis slid into her tight vagina again.

“I’m going to miss this when I’m married.” Jane grunted as she heaved up and down so I was riding her like a bucking horse. I reached above my head to hold her great breasts, letting her do the work, my rod sliding in and out as she lifted me up and down. “But I’ll be faithful Sam, I’m going to be a good wife, no more fooling around for me! Oh god, oh god, this is good, so good, fuck Sam I love you.”

Her cunt gripped me hard, and we came together, my midget come pumping into her oversize frame like always.

And then it was over. We were ourselves again, I was a horny midget and Jane was a six foot three pervert.

I sat up, breathing hard from the effort, and went to wash my depleted penis. Jane swung her long legs across and put her feet on the floor. She stood, filling the whole room with her goddess’s body, towering over me, her breasts standing out like battlements. She took my chin in her hand and leaned down, her breasts hanging between us as she kissed me.

“Thanks Sam, that was nice.” She said.

I worked hard on her wedding dress, and she came over regularly; for fittings as well as my usual service if Luisa wasn’t there. Jane usually didn’t let me go all the way with her, but I was allowed to give her oral, and then masturbate, or she jerked me off. It was great, but when she did that she always let it shoot out into the room, and I had to hunt for all the drops afterwards.

She sucked me off once or twice. She told me to come and I looked into her dangerous eyes, holding her lovely face as I ejaculated. Jane always swallowed.

Since I’d never made anything so elaborate before, I really did need her to model it quite a few times as it progressed. Jane loved how it looked, the gleaming white sexiness. There were 3 skirts; but I made the outer one first, which was all lace. It was half transparent. She turned before the back room mirror, her lower body tantalizingly visible.

“What if I wore it like this?” she joked.

“That would make an impression.” I said.

“Does it turn you on?” she asked.

“You know it does. Does it turn you on too?”

“Oh yes.”

Jane had discovered a shop that sold lady’s shoes in large sizes (mainly for transexuals), and she was wearing high heels most of the time then. Even though she was always complaining about the trouble she had with her height, she said she loved the look of the pumps that made her stand about 6 foot 6. She looked down at me. I looked up at her.

“Pull it out and show me.” She said.

Obligingly, I fished out my hard cock.

“You horny little bastard!” she laughed, and sat down in her big chair, hitching up the skirt and opening her long muscular legs. “Give it to me.” She ordered.

I climbed up and put my dick into her for the first time in weeks, lying on top of the folds of the skirt, my face between her lace covered breasts. She held me tight as I pumped her; and it felt good on one level, but just wrong on another. I knew I’d hate myself for cheating on my wife again. Jane was promised to another; she was getting married in a week. She didn’t love me, not like she loved him. I wasn’t good enough for her, not tall enough or rich enough to keep her. But, for that moment. I was good enough to have sex with her. So I did.

My 8 inch rod was big enough, hard enough. Her vagina was as tight as any I’d ever known, her breasts were huge and still firm, with great nipples I’d been sucking on for 15 years. But it was her face that I couldn’t resist; those deadly wideset blue eyes, her strong jaw, luscious lips, perfect complexion, all pointed at me, looking straight down into my middle age midget face as I fucked her.

Why was I unable to resist her? Sure, she was beautiful, but so was my wife. We always had great sex, always. Maybe that was just because it was always wrong for us, we were always cheating on someone. The excitement, the inequity, the fear, the pleasure was bigger with the big woman, she did have those crazy big tits, maybe that was it.

Maybe it was just the rush of pride, ego that she would want me again, open those amazing leg and let me in. Most men were shorter than Jane, she’d told me long ago that she’d decided not to be influenced by that. But she’d excitedly told me Kirk was tall.

She started to come, moaning and holding me tightly, and I couldn’t handle it. I came too, squirting into her magnificence with mixed emotions. Her hands gripped my ass, holding me there between her thighs so my cock was as deep as it could get while I ejaculated. I wanted to kiss her mouth but it was too far away.

Ah, another orgasm with the most beautiful, terrifying woman in the world. What was it worth? What would a man give to share that moment with the great beautiful Jane?

“We have to stop doing these things.” She said, running her fingers through my hair contentedly as my cock slipped out of her. “That was the last time, Sam. Really, I’m engaged now and you have to stop, just stop.”

I pulled out of Jane, my wet flaccid rod suddenly cold as I turned and looked right into the wide shocked eyes of my beautiful loving wife.

It was the worst moment of my life; the greatest tragedy, the loss of my marriage, my business, and my home. Luisa gave me her trust and her heart, and I crushed them both. Luisa would put up with anything except lies.

Jane stood up, towering a head taller than the woman we’d betrayed. “I’m so sorry Luisa.” She said softly, “Really I am.” And she went out the door with her white dress swirling around her great frame.

I saw him for the first time at the wedding a couple of months later. Jane introduced us. “Kirk, this is my best friend, Sam.” She said to him.

Best friend; I was really pleased at that. I reached up and he reached down.

“Good to meet you.” He said as the photographer clicked away. I guess it must have looked funny. He was damn good looking, with his deep dark brooding eyes, but a touch nervous.

“What’s with that photographer?” I asked Jane irritably. The guy was following her around like a sick puppy.

“What do you mean?” she demanded defensively, “He’s just taking pictures, that’s what they do!”

“Oh never mind! Come on, we have to get you dressed.”

We went into the side room and I helped her into the many layers of the dress.

“How are things with Luisa?” Jane asked.

“Our divorce was filed last week.” I told her. “I’m trying to refinance my house to pay her out but values are so high now. I’ll probably have to sell.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.” Jane said without apology.

I didn’t see Jane again until after she got back from the Hawaii honeymoon. My house and shop was listed and there were a couple of offers already but I was still there.

We didn’t have sex, but she let me go down on her, and she gave me a handjob. I liked that, because I could kiss her while she did it, it was sort of friendly without being too crazy.

I wanted her of course, but at the same time I was happy that her marriage was working out. I loved her like that; not completely selflessly, but enough to want her to be happy.

Kirk’s parents had objected to the marriage, and cut him off from his trust fund. Jane didn’t care too much; they had no debt, and he was earning a good starting salary.

“They aren’t nice people.” She said, “I don’t want anything from them.”

“But what about Kirk? Isn’t it hard on him to be estranged from his parents?”

“When he was fifteen and had cancer, they thought he would die. His mother gave up hope then, and cut him off emotionally. What kind of woman would do that? I’m happy I don’t have to pretend to like her, she’s a complete bitch.”

I didn’t ask, but I assumed the bitch knew that Jane had been the mistress of Kirk’s father for several years.

“I tell you Sam, I’m happy I don’t have to talk to them. Massage my back, dear.”

“Ok.” I said, happy to feel her silky skin under my hands again. I hadn’t been with anyone since Luisa had caught us together six months earlier.

“I’ve applied to adopt a baby.” She said as I rubbed her. “Kirk is sterile from the chemo he had when he was a boy. I have to admit, I feel a lot of guilt about that.”

“Why? You didn’t prescribe it.”