My Dani adjusting to the wedding, since my dick is small

My wife Dani is like an angel with a painful model face and a healed body. She told me that my size doesn't matter when she found out how small my penis was. She was funny and had a lot of fun laughing at it, I got humiliated, but for her love, I let her have fun, even though I thought it was kind of selfish she told everyone what made her laugh even more, Vc don't take offense, she said, It's what you are, a disabled man, with a micro pee smaller than a baby. She laughed very loudly when she remembered, and had fun making it a permanent joke between her and her friends, she even told delivery guys, who came in the door, didn't miss the joke, she teased them that I felt nervous after they left. She told about guys from the motel staff that we went on our honeymoon, and they were still huge, and she would ask me to show them a review of each, and they would show us a review of each, and she would show us a joke of how, in fact, it was a pleasure to see her boyfriend masturbating, eight of them. She showed me to her friends, and then to my friends and relatives, and got a lot of advice, which was a lot of fun for everyone but me. She said that it didn't matter how big my pee-pee was, as long as we really loved each other, that love would be our joy, that we swore on the altar, and that my inadequacy, er her sadness and mine, would make us love each other more, because, as she said, there was more love between us, than the sexual dimensions and sensation of pleasure and enjoyment. "Cute", she said, "true love is based on your emotional devotion to me. You should idolize me as being untouchable, platonic. You should assume I'm different, and focus on your devotion to my beauty, not on the pleasure that a penis of a good length can cause me. Love will allow us to work through and overcome these trivial things, like your tiny little pee-pee, she wouldn't miss messing with me". His words entered into me like the beating of a bully, like the curse of a ruthless rapist, they made a difference in me, giving me the right place in the marriage, today, I feel the pleasure of being in love with that angel, not having a good pint enjoying it. Dani never let me penetrate her. she said that the absence of intercourse between the two of us serves as a way to prove our love for each other, she said that my chastity should be a form of punishment for me being little gifted and at the same time proof that I deserve her to have chosen me as a husband even she being a woman of gifts, like hers, which displayed in the street, is courted and desired by many others. She made me swear not even to touch me, so that I would not initiate a vice in the pleasures of the flesh, as had occurred with her, who took pleasure in unbridled sex, with all the men to whom she had already given herself. Even though I was the virgin, she made me swear fidelity and purity if I wanted to be by her side, which I promptly did. She came to me one day bringing up her confession of having already tried paisios with a number of men that she is not able to remember, except by a hypothetical approximation. You see, she thinks it would be cool to marry a virgin, because my silly way makes her feel more confident, and it helps her focus on wearing smaller, more revealing panties, gave her the confidence to abolish the bra, reduce her panties to nano tangos of insignificant little threads, to abuse flashy, transparent high heels that enhance her pink, healthy little feet. My Dani threw her microscopes all over the place and went on to invest in nano skirts and courtly dresses that go up as she moves. She bought skinny bikinis that look like threads that strangle her body. And her success among men exploded! She went from having a few hundred male friends to having thousands of male admirers, and I literally flag her little feet as a model. She confessed that she had had sexual adventures since she was young, played doctor and secretary with her cousins and neighbors, who taught her how to satisfy a man and therefore lost her virginity early, and therefore had an absurd amount of sexual experiences, and became very badly spoken, was not so envious. She told that she never spent a single day without being well eaten by some different man, and that she came to be used from time to time by different partners. After the wedding, she then began to let me kiss her, not exactly on the lips, but she found a more suitable solution, according to her, that would make me practice the facial muscles, and she insisted that it be a long kiss on the vagina. She is very attractive in the face, she was once a model, but down there, she was much more beautiful, I took two long hours, suggesting something that is embarrassing to reveal, but she had a half-masculine smell in there, like a dressing room, where several athletes moved to relieve themselves, like a tailor, when my cousins came home after hours and whispered to me, they relieved themselves on my pillow and forced me to sleep there, without cleaning. My wife had the smell of male sex that I thought I was their dirty female. It was her idea for me to perform oral sex on her until she was clean. I don't know how, but her bachelor party left her all lubricated by torrents of stinking and yellow mucus, which sweated through her pores, I realized, because they were even in her face and hair, the fruit of the jokes of the friends who ended up tearing the wedding dress on her well-defined body. Black Afro joke, she described to me to sum up a whole day of pranks that left her exhausted. She didn't want me to go on the honeymoon, on the trip, so that I wouldn't feel the desire and I wouldn't fall into the temptation to possess her, but she wanted me to work day and night to provide for her to live like the queen she always wanted to be, surrounded by subjects who would satisfy her feminine desires. Sadly, she wants to be a mom. She freaked me out when she talked about 12 kids! If grandma made it, I'm going, too, she said. And she's already selecting sperm donors and stockpiling an abundant sperm bank in our fridge. That my wife gets everything she wants! Also, in that domineering way, how am I going to say no? She gets in my head and dominates me in such a way, that I cry and sleep in a fetal position every day after my morning chores. And she demands that I wear a butler and grandfather suit, and calls her madam. She shares the round, transparent water fountain with my friends and coworkers, who stop by after work to watch me play. Somebody has to have fun and warm her up at night, since I have so many chores. My Dani had a joke that she told almost every day, saying that I was, with all that, the perfect horn for a perfect whore like her.