Anonymous

The Perfect Husband

CHAPTER 1

I suffered a head injury as a kid when my parents got into a car accident. After that, I was never the same. Mama says God made me handsome as compensation for making me dumb, but grandpa says my parents fucked up my head when they didn’t put on my seatbelt.

Because my dick is ridiculously long, my wife has always fantasized about catching me masturbating, so on our 25 th Wedding Anniversary I decided to give her a show. But it hit some snags. First I got yelled at. Stuff like, “Dad! Not during dinner!” or “First Red Lobster, now Olive Garden? You know I hate Bennigans!”

You know, shit like that.

I tried to blame all the ruckus on the adorable waitress without success — thank God grandma insisted on coming along. The more Alzheimer’s takes her, the more useful she becomes. If it weren’t for her wicked right hook, I wouldn’t avoid her so much.

My show sputtered early because the people at the other tables demanded I pull my drawers up. Even the town stripper suggested I stop traumatizing her first grade class. I wouldn’t have fallen so much if my oldest son didn’t keep shaking the table I was dancing on. I nearly lost my dignity when I lost my balance and crashed into the young black couple next to us.

Someone hit me, so I struck back — how was I to know my bling got stuck in her blouse? Nice fucking cleavage, though. Except the bruise I left. I do regret exploding her fake tit over his lasagna. That was totally my bad. I haven’t been that embarrassed since my parents last visited.

But I forgot Ol’ Miss Sphincterhead now managed the place. The guys called her that because — and I’m reading from notes now — 1) she seemed to meet the definition of an anatomical structure that maintains constriction of a body orifice for the entrance or release of liquids; 2) she had the mouth of a marine mammal blowhole; and 3) because I couldn’t pronounce her last name. Some Nazi name like Schadenfreude. I don’t know. I didn’t take Prussian in school. All I know is that she derived so much pleasure from the misfortune of others that she should have had her own reality show.

You’d think she’d cut me some slack because I let her pee on me in high school, but noooooo, she angrily kicked me out of the lady’s bathroom the day she quit being a teacher.

In front of my family, that tiny old white lady called me so many terrible things that I called her “mom” out of pure reflex. That’s when it got bad because, really, no one that ugly should be a mother. If it wasn’t for liquor she’d never get laid. Her kids turned out so bad that the town’s missing person posters drained all sympathy for their plight. Turned out they skipped town of their own volition. If they didn’t become famous on that teenage mom show, we never would have remembered they existed.

But Ol’ Sphincterhead wouldn’t be forgotten. No matter how many times kids write over her name on her mailbox. No, she was as much a part of this town as HPV.

“Get my salad tongs away from that penis,” she screamed at my adult children like they was still kids. She normally had the complexion of a tomato, so I’m just guessing she was angry. In any case, it was so hard to care.

Now, in my defense, I had to remove my pants and underwear because I laughed so hard I peed myself. You can’t just walk around in soiled clothing. My mama taught me that much. And no, I don’t know how my undies flew into the kitchen or what burned the place down — although the forensic report cited the alcohol content of my urine.

Things wouldn’t have been so humiliating if they didn’t show me on the tee-vee news — damn you, social media! It’s so hard to deny something on Facebook. My kids weren’t going to hash tag me out of this mess.

Naturally, the police had to blame someone, yet they refused to arrest my wife, no matter how much I pointed. My beautiful Mexican wife not only pretended she didn’t know me, she pretended she didn’t know English. If she were white I bet I could have totally kicked her ass.

“Yo. Yo no. Yo no se. Yo no se nada. Yo no se nada, y la unica cosa que se es que no se nada, pinche gringo.”

Old Roscoe, the sheriff, tried out his high school Spanish. I thought my wife was gonna run for the border. Good thing women can’t figure out north-south-east-west or I may have lost her. She yelled at me — knowing I love being handcuffed naked — and called me everything in the book:

“Puto. Joto. Marigon. Guevon. Mamon. Cavron.”

I don’t know what book that’s from, but I’ve always wanted to buy it. But she saved the best for last. She spit at me and yelled, “Chinga a tu madre and a todos que te parecen a ti!”

Which means, “fuck you and everyone like you.”

It’s a doozy, the granddaddy of Mexican slang. I didn’t believe it was so bad until I tried it on every Mexican-looking person I met. Who knew nuns could be so violent? I don’t know how she shoved that pole so far up my ass. I’ve tried many times, but I just can’t figure it out.

I’ve known Manny for years — he’s arrested me more than anyone. But I never knew he understood Mexican until he drew his gun on me and said, “Drop the pole, pull up your pants, and back away from me.” I knew he wouldn’t shoot me — not after all the trouble he got into the last time.

I swear this town’s run out of fun people. It wasn’t like that when I was a kid and voted Least Likely to Reach Adulthood. Those were the days; when men were men because being unmanly meant everyone assumed they were gay.

They didn’t have the drugs then that they have now, so they experimented on me with whatever they could find in the barn. Half the shit that I survived is now legal with a prescription. Kids then weren’t diagnosed as “autistic” or “Aspergers” or “pervasive developmental disorder not otherwise specified” so they called me a retarded fuck up.

And not in a good way.

“The head injury made me dumb, not retarded, moron!” I’d yell back at my tormentors. Good thing my brain had trouble registering pain cuz I got the shit kicked out of me until I got big enough to kick back.

To this day I hit my childhood bullies on sight — the few who haven’t moved away. I love the terrified look on their faces when I surprise them in the street. I once caught Jimmy and Johnny at the same time and was surprised the fat one got away by tripping the bald one.

“I’m just doing to them what they did to me,” I’d explain to the sheriff. “Yet you never arrested them, no matter how much they peed on me!”

“They only pooped on you once!” he argued. “And they didn’t make you eat it.” Roscoe didn’t like me getting upset. I’m the tallest guy in town and his Taser just makes me madder. He stopped tasing me after I flipped his police car over.

My grand pappy found me so amusing that he left me everything he had. Including grandma. His brothers didn’t survive the war so, after several generations, he owned a piece of just about everything in the county. My dad, the preacher, never spoke to him again. He said he loved everyone, like Jesus instructed, but I never saw a man smile less than my father.

People then called me “IRS,” which I liked much better than Dumbshit, cuz I get a cut of practically every transaction around these parts. Hey, it’s not my fault I’m majority owner of most of the big stores and restaurants. It’s not like I can be blamed for their continued existence. Maybe if they let me manage them they wouldn’t thrive so much.

I’d only been married three kids by then — I’m not good tracking years — when the old feller had a stroke. My wife and I moved in with him cuz he said he’d rather die than live in our shit house. I’m a logger. Cutting trees for a living keeps me strong, so I could move him whenever he wanted. Which was all the damn time.

One day I came home early and found my wife kissing his private parts on the back porch. She had her clothes on, but for some reason, her titties hung out. She loves sucking me, so I told grand pappy he was in for a treat. It was a great day for outdoors sex. This apparently wasn’t the first time cuz he seemed to know she would swallow. I felt like a cheerleader, urging her on. I got so excited I ripped off her bottoms and fucked her from behind. She loves it when I whip her bare ass with my penis — although not in public, for some reason. Again, sorry Walmart. She was as wet as a mop as I slid it in. My girl likes it rough, so I pounded her like a nail. It was fun to see her titties swaying as I thrust in and out. Sure, she whimpered a lot, but if I ever slowed down she’d reach back and scratch me deep.

I love her so much.

I know what she likes because she’s told me a thousand times: all the way in, almost all the way out, then build it up ever harder and faster. This is more fun than dancing. She likes to be spanked during doggy so I smacked her tan ass so hard she growled like the neighbor’s husky. Who came over to watch. The two of them barked like we had a full moon. I waved when I spied the neighbor’s kid with the binoculars. Pappy sure looked happy. Apparently, neither grandma or the local whores ever did this for him. If it weren’t for the husky, his dick would never get licked.

“If I knew I’d go fifty years without anyone swallowing my juice, I’d of had a stroke years ago,” he crowed. “Thanks to my stoke, I don’t have to stroke it anymore!”

The first time she came, I knew to continue or she’d scratch me. She’s usually good for three or four. If I don’t give her at least two, she yells at me in Spanish. I don’t understand English good, so I don’t know why she swears at me in Spanish. Pappy gave me a high-five every time she came. I don’t know why he keeps saying he’s so proud of me when everyone else says I’m an idiot. They call me Frankenstein with poor wiring, but I’m not even Jewish like this Frankenstein fellow. In any case, Pappy said we make a good team. I guess he was right cuz she shuddered five times before she let us cum.

When grandpa exploded in her mouth, oh man, I thought he had another stroke. He lay gasping for breath, almost fell out of his chair, and yelled at me to get him a beer. I got him one, but then he yelled again to specify he wanted a fucking cold beer (if he wanted a cold one, he should have said so the first time, right?).

“I can’t believe the two of you have such big cocks,” my wife said happily. “You have no idea how small they are in Mexico.”

“You shore look perty with grandpa’s dick in your mouth,” I told my little lady. She looked like she conquered Iwo Jima. “You got a drop on your eyelid.”

“Well,” grandpa boasted, “she’ll be doing this every day.”

“Can I watch every time?” I asked, excited.

My poppy just loved me something special cuz he laughed and laughed and said I was such a good boy.

That night my girl showed me what she called his Last Will and Testament. I didn’t understand it all, but apparently I was going to get his stuff.

“Even the TV?” Pappy had a really big television.

“The house, the bank, the stores, the restaurants…”

“But what about the plasma?” I had to know.

“Yes! You get all the televisions.”

“Can we eat free then?” I asked because I’m not so good counting money, and forget about me making change.

She told me where I could eat and shop for free using a special card she’d give me. That made me so happy that I hugged her good. The kids heard me shout and soon we all jumped up and down on grandpa’s big bed.

“You are the perfect husband for me,” my wife said.

“You could be a little taller,” I told her.

I couldn’t believe she hit me. When women say they want honesty in a relationship, they’re lying.

CHAPTER 2

I met my wife when I stopped to take a piss in the parking lot before entering the bar. I couldn’t concentrate enough to pee with all that yelling going on, so I marched over to that car and tried to come up with the words to make them quiet down. The guy kept cursing me until he got out and tried to punch me.

I don’t understand why people think they can abuse me just because my brain don’t fire on all cylinders. He was in my face, so I just broke his nose with my forehead. I don’t feel pain too good, but it must have hurt or he wouldn’t have cried so much.

This tiny girl crawled out her window and kicked him like a soccer ball. I’m good at soccer, so I joined in. When I got him between the legs, he even rolled up like a ball, so clearly he liked playing as much as we did. She let him drive away once he apologized.

“Thank you for stopping that man from raping me. I’ve had blind dates, but never a deaf one before.”

“No man should ever hit a girl.”

Her eyes got big and she looked at me for the first time. Her clothes were all ripped and one of her tits hung out, so I couldn’t help but stare. She asked me questions that I couldn’t answer — hell, she was so pretty all I could do was smile at her. I showed her the bracelet which explains my condition. She read it twice, just to be sure. Most people slowly back away, but my affliction didn’t bother her at all.

“I’d rather have ’em dumb than domineering,” I’d later hear her tell her friends.

I was still smiling down at her. When she smiled back, I lit up like a Christmas tree. I felt like I won the lottery. Nothing in the world compares to learning that someone you really like, really likes you back.

I’m a pretty big guy. I like heavy labor because all that other stuff just confuses me. But I was no match for her. She jumped up and down when she saw the tent I pitched in my pants. She pulled down my sweats and my underwear looked like someone stuck a spear in them. Her face was all eyes and smiles — for a second I think she lost her nose.

She reached up to kiss me and my lips never felt anything so smooth. I got tired of stooping over, so I picked her up so we could continue making out. I don’t know for how long, but long enough for her to take the time to feel every muscle in my arms.

“Your arms are bigger than my legs,” she told me.

“You’re so tiny you could use my shoes to ski.”

I don’t know why, but she thought that funny. Except for grandpa, I’ve never made anyone laugh before. Not on purpose.

Back at my truck, she made me park away from the lamps, then had me lay back. The way she looked at me, I thought she was going to tickle me like grandma used to. But no, she fondled my private parts instead, laughing as my penis kept growing larger and larger.

“I didn’t know they made them this big,” she whispered excitedly before swallowing the head.

“That’s what the nurses keep saying.”

Other girls have tried that, but they all gave up in order to mount me. Not my pretty little Mexican. My prick challenged her, and she spent a really long time meeting that challenge. She put my hand between her legs and I tacked that bait while she squirmed like a fish on a rowboat. I pushed the middle finger in and out really fast cuz I like it when girls holler. That’s my second favorite part of being naked.

She must have been running before because her breathing became heavy and her skin flush. The way her lips rubbed the head of my penis head curled by toes.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna blow,” I warned her. Unlike other girls, she kept going, only faster and deeper. I heard her grunting like this little piglet I used play with. “I ain’t kidding. You’re about to get a mouthful of juice!” Now she grunted louder than me! Something deep inside her grabbed my finger and pulled. It must have flipped a switch because I blew like a volcano. “Look out!” My new best friend didn’t even pause, though, except to swallow.

When I recovered, she looked at me like I was one of them new cars. Even with my spunk splashed on her face, she was unbelievably beautiful.

“I’ve never had anything like this before,” she said, holding my meat like a stick shift.

“Oh. I didn’t know you’s a virgin.”

She had the best damn laugh in the world. Loud, unrestrained, and full of life. “You are the funniest man I’ve ever known.”

I looked around me, but wasn’t nobody in the back seat. Which made her laugh even more. I’ve been called a lot of things, but never funny.

“Sure wish I could stay with you,” I tell her. “I could look at you forever.”

I don’t know how, but she seemed to like everything I say. She pointed to a motel and suggested we get a room. I’m not so good at talking to people, so I just said “okay” and handed her my wallet.

She studied my face a while, then smiled at me.

“Shucks, little lady, your smile done give me goose bumps.”

And she liked that, too! How come everyone don’t love what I say?

In the room she told me to strip. I’m used to people telling me what to do, so I did. For some reason, she jumped up and down again. She got out her phone and took a bunch of pictures.

“I can’t believe I found someone even better looking than me. The girls back home aren’t going to believe this. Do you model?”

“I used to make model airplanes, but the kids blew them up.”

“How do you get your tummy so flat? I could bounce a quarter off it.”