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A Woman's World

Author's note:

Hi, this is my first story in CHYOA. I wrote this story mostly because I'm bored.

My story is about a fantasy role reversal erotica. It has non-consensual sex and politically incorrect way of thinking. If this is not the type of fiction you like, please do us all a favor and stop here.

If you can understand that this is just a fantasy to be enjoyed, then I hope you enjoy my tiny novella.

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I nervously walk the long red line towards my waiting eager wife. I wore my loose white shirt open in the middle to show my hard chest. This dress is supposed to symbolize my strength to bear the weight of the rigors of family life. It looks gaudy to me mainly because I am not used to showing too much flesh in public, but I stood straight and poised as I was trained since I was a child.

My veil covered my short stylized hair. My dad spends hours making my hair just right, only to cover it up with the veil. Talk about irony. But right this moment, I don't care about that. I am just grateful that the veil also covered my face and my blushing cheeks. I just hope it didn't ruin my makeup; I remember my dad grooming my mustache and beard and applying light lipstick and powder over my face. I gulped nervously once more.

A man deals with his tension and problem stoically and only shows weakness to his wife, my dad used to say to me. One of his many practical advice to us men in the world ruled by women.

I continued to walk slowly, tall and straight, ignoring the admiring crowd around me with their cameras and video cams, as I tried to smile shyly towards my wife. Even so, the trepidation in my stomach will not let go of me. She looked so powerful, and she could crush me so easily. I hope she would be gentle with me. Resigned to my fate, I continued to watch my leering wife, with slight fear in my soul. I gulped again. I know wives are always the instigator, the aggressor in any relationship but even so, my new wife scared me although I am taller than her by almost 2 feet.

I am 6'4'' while my wife, according to her dating data, is 5'6." Her double D breast jutted out proudly in her tight-fitting black spandex overall. The traditional custom has its history for a thousand years now. It symbolized the female's primary role as the protector of her house and the head of her family. Watching my wife's massive butt, also proudly displayed, I could not help but blush even more. There is an old husband's tale that woman with heavy bottom thrust harder in bed.

Through our many correspondences, I knew she likes to play basketball. Her arms have a bit of flab in it, but I can almost feel the strength of it as it flexed unconsciously when she moves.

Her hair is long enough to reach her shoulder but now she is all made up, and it is stylishly bunched up in a bun to show her thick neck. Her double D breast jutted out proudly in her skin-tight black spandex that technically covers her top but left nothing to the imagination. Her ample chest curved enthusiastically into the outfit, including the aroused nipple jutting at the fabric.

Her traditional woman’s garb symbolized the female's primary role as the protector of her house and the head of her family. Watching my wife's massive butt, also proudly displayed, I could not help but blush even more. There is an old husband's tale that woman with heavy bottom thrust harder in bed.

She also wore a voluminous skirt and sandals.

I remembered last night when I did my last minute preparation for my wedding.

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