I sat stewing in front of the TV, clicking through channels almost asfast as they could appear. Fleeting images of Oprah, some game show,ESPN, MTV, Jerry Springer and other programming crap flashed before meas I brooded over my firing earlier that day. With the TV muted, itwas so quiet in our house you could almost here the lights blinking onour Christmas tree, especially since my wife Janice refused to talk tome. The gray skies on this December Monday afternoon seemed tocomplement my mood perfectly.
And to think just four days earlier, everything was completelydifferent. I was wrapping up the paper work on one of the best yearsthe company I worked for had ever had, whistling carols as I ponderedleaving work early to prepare for the company Christmas party thatnight. Even though he had taken to busting my balls lately, Chris, myboss, uncharacteristically told me I could go a bit early. At 30,Chris is a couple of years younger than me, and coupled with the fact Ihad interviewed and trained him, I admit I had been having someproblems with the fact that he got promoted over me. Chris is a bitcocky too, and had not been good about concealing the thrill of victoryover me. In general, our relationship had been a bit tense.
Nevertheless, when I got home, I was thrilled to see Janice, my wifeof four months. She had already gotten dressed and ready for the partyin a black backless evening dress that looked almost obscene on hergorgeous, slim figure. My wife works out daily at her job (she's aphysical therapist), and at 26, she's in the physical prime of herlife.
While I love my wife fiber and soul now, I admit it was hertremendous physique that first attracted me to her. The gentle swellof her breasts is accentuated by their tremendous shape, if not theirsize, and her waist seems amazingly small, even on her athletic frame. I think she told me once that it was 22", but I admit that that seemsimpossible. The flatness of her stomach makes her look like the coverphoto for Fitness magazine, but it is her backside that truly "sealedthe deal" for me. Firm, high, and framed by beautifully articulatedhips, I think it is to die for.
Her ass is so nice, it took some time for me to realize that herface is also quite exquisite. I guess I'm handsome, and I know I havean easy manner that seems to attract women, but I was still somewhatsurprised and thrilled when she accepted my invitation to a dinnerdate. Although I was a little more nervous than I usually am on afirst date, I hid it well, and during the course of the evening I foundher wonderfully witty, romantic and attractive. Her body made me fallin lust, but her mind, corny as this may sound, made me fall in love. Two months later — for last year's Christmas — I gave her an engagementring, and eight months after that we were married.
Our sex life has been fabulous, and she has always appreciated myfascination with her ass. She enjoys humoring my desire to kiss andlick it, and there'd always been an unspoken undertone of dominance andsubmission in it, what with me constantly kissing her ass (even when wewere not having sex). One thing I'd always wanted to do that she wouldnever go for was anal sex, but since it was more of a fantasy than areal desire, it hadn't been any sort of problem for me.
With a beautiful wife like that, a guy has to expect that there'sgoing to be a lot of attention given to her by other guys. I was apretty secure guy though, and generally those types of things didn'tbother me. I'd never noticed Janice looking at any other guy anyway,so there never seemed to be too much to worry about. The only time Igot a little jealous over another guy was one day when my boss Chrissaw a picture of Janice on my desk. He picked up the picture, andwhistled saying, "If you want to make sure you get a good raise, I knowexactly what you can do..." I almost decked him!
Janice never looked better than she did at that party, which washeld in the office. By the time we arrived, it had already gotten intofull swing, with fully catered food, a DJ, and an open bar, but everyguy in the room still stopped and stared at Janice as we walked in. Ifelt complimented rather than threatened by the obvious male attentionshe attracted.
The trouble started when I introduced Janice to Chris. I wasn't toosurprised at Chris's reaction to my wife, which could best be describedas thinly veiled drooling. What knocked me for a loop was Janice'sreaction to Chris. I saw something in her eyes I'd never seen directedat another man. Perhaps it was my rivalry with Chris making mesensitive, but it seemed that her acceptance of a kiss on the cheekfrom Chris was a tad beyond the limits of graciousness. I'd never seenher touch another man before, and it felt almost like a physical punchwhen I saw her put her hand on his arm at the introduction. To myperception, her facial expression was that of a woman barely capable ofhiding her pleasure as he leaned forward and gave her that kiss.
My evening was already immediately spoiled, but it only got worse. Chris and Janice spent the next half hour talking to each other, mostlyabout the coincidence that they went to the same college and grew up inneighboring home towns. When I was finally able to tear her away fromhim, I whispered a scream at her, "What the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" she shot back.
"Are you hot for him or what?!"
"Who??"
"Chris, Godammit!"
"Don't be stupid, Alan, or we'll leave this fucking party rightnow!"
She'd started to talk almost loud enough to attract others'attention, so I wanted to tone it down. Even though her anger onlyseemed to make me angrier, but I didn't want to cause a scene, so Idecided I'd let it go now and that there'd be hell to pay later.
"Fine!" I said, and she turned and walked away without saying aword. I decided it would be best to calm down, so I started trying totalk to other people, but I was too distracted by what had justhappened, so I went to the make-shift bar by our copier and ordered ascrewdriver. Problem was, I didn't leave the bar for quite a while andthe next thing I knew I was on my fifth drink and really feelingit.
I had relaxed though, and with reason finally taking control Ithought it would be best if we just got the hell out of there afterall. I left the bar and began trying to hunt up Janice to see if wecould get going. Well, when I found her, she was in the conferenceroom with Chris. Once again, seeing her with that hand on his arm, Igot the strange sensation that they were just a little too familiarwith each other for two people who had just met. In my semi-inebriatedstate, I just blew a gasket. I walked over to the two of them andscreamed, "What the hell is going on here!!"
Everyone in the office suddenly stopped what they were doing and alleyes were on us. Chris turned to me and said, "You'd better just calmdown there, sport!" This sent me over the edge and I pulled a fistback and punched him square in the mouth. Chris went down and bloodbegan to pour from his split lip, but I didn't wait to see what hewould do or say. I grabbed Janice by the wrist, pulled her to thecoats, and then out the door.
When we got into the car, she screamed at me "What the FUCK IS WRONGWITH YOU!?", but I just ignored her and drove home. I was surprisedthat the barrage of screaming I was expecting never came. Instead werode home in absolute silence. When we got there, she quietly got outof the car and went inside the house. The only other sound I heardcame from the bedroom door as she slammed it and locked it.
I collapsed on our living room couch with my coat still on and aftera few minutes of wondering how'd I'd gotten into this mess, I passedout.
The next day, my head was splitting and my knuckles hurt like hellas I got up and noticed that it was nearly noon. Our bedroom door wasopen, but Janice was nowhere to be found. Her car was not in thedriveway, and there was no note. I stumbled into our room, strippedand took a shower. Then I took four Tylenol and climbed into ourbed.
I woke up around 4 that afternoon, and discovered Janice had finallycome home. The silent treatment wasn't over however, and we avoidedeach other through the rest of the weekend. By Monday morning, I hadhad enough time to consider my behavior, and I was deeply mortified bymy treatment of Janice, and genuinely concerned with whether or not Iwould still have a job when I got into the office.
But Janice still wasn't speaking to me.
When I got to the office, my worst nightmare was realized. My stuffhad already been gathered together in a box, with a note on top fromChris to come see him immediately. Chris was a sight to see, with hissplit and swollen lip. He showed no sense of humor, and I suddenlyfound myself wishing he would assume his old cocky demeanor. Withnearly no frills or fanfare, I suffered the first firing of mycareer.
Broken and despondent, I was back home before 10:00 in the morning. Janice, who was burning a few of her remaining vacation days before theyear was out, finally spoke to me, and asked why I was home. Breakingdown, I blurted out that I was fired. To my great dismay and surprise,Janice showed no compassion saying instead, "You stupid shithead!"
I was furious that she was not going to show me any support in thistime of need. It was my turn to go silent, and I turned away from herand went back out to the car to bring in my box of personal belongingsfrom the office. Then I grabbed a beer and camped out in front of theTV. There I sat basically for the rest of the day. I didn't even seeJanice, but I knew she was in the house.
Finally, around four in the afternoon, Janice came into the livingroom, yanked the remote control out of my hand and turned off the TV. Then she sat down directly in front of me on the coffee table, andsaid, "Alan, listen carefully. You need your job. I'm not going tolet you fuck up our life like that. This house," she said waving herarm around her, "costs money. Our clothes cost money. Our FOOD costsmoney. OK, Alan?" Her tone was exasperated and sarcastic.
"Now I've called your boss and I'm getting your job back, but youare going to have to do everything and anything I say from here onout."
In spite of myself, I reacted with great relief that she was finallytalking to me again, even with that tone. I adored my wife and I woulddo anything for her. "OK," I said meekly, "what do I have to do?"
"You'll see," she said with what seemed like a little amusement,"now get yourself cleaned up. Chris is coming over for dinner..." Shemet my shocked and angry reaction with a stern one of her own, saying"You fucked up, Alan, I don't know how else to say it. If you want tostay with me, you're going to do everything I ask from here on out!"
Her tone was demanding and serious, I was taken aback. I surprisedmyself as I weakly stammered, "OK."
"Good. Now get cleaned up. He'll be here around 7:00 pm. You WILLbe apologizing to him, and doing some other things to make up for whatyou've done."
I got up and changed into some better clothes and washed my face toshake the effects of all the beer I had drunk. I found myself admiringmy wife's new assertive position. She seemed to have such strength,and I felt a bit cowed by it. Secretly, I felt a strong eroticattraction to this "new" demanding Janice. Still part of me deeplyresented that Chris was talking to MY wife behind my back, and that thebastard was actually going to be a guest in my home, invited by mywife.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I nearly tripped over the tripodand video camera that we sometimes used to make our own private pornvideos. I'm a bit of video and audiophile, and I had wired the wholehouse so that we could watch videos from any of the four VCRs that wehad in the house on any of the other TVs in the house. I had done itmostly so that I could use any machine to dub movies on any or all ofthe other four VCRs. I was quite proud of the setup.
I didn't remember leaving the camera out, but I began to think itwould be great if we could make another one of our private moviestonight after that bastard left. Maybe Janice would go for it if Chrisgave me my job back. I began to feel more cooperative.
Janice seemed visibly anxious as Chris showed up about 15 minuteslate. His whole attitude was arrogant and victorious, and it reallyset my teeth on edge. I repeatedly caught him chuckling as if at someprivate joke. What was worse was that Janice seemed to fawn over him,going a little over board with the perfect hostess crap I thought. Although I rationalized that she was just nervous because this meantgetting my job back, and that perhaps I really WAS just paranoid, herbehavior seemed to confirm to me that she did in fact have a thing forChris.
Part of me was going to be damned if I would work for that prickagain after this, but remembering Janice's admonitions, I kept my cool. Still, I was shocked that given her awareness of my jealousiesregarding Chris and the trouble that that had started, she continued totouch his arm, and get too close to him. In fact, she actually startedopenly flirting with him, laughing at off-color remarks he made andeven making a few herself.
Since I knew that my wife, whom I loved dearly, had set this wholething up, for the first time my anger and outrage gave way to a deeperhurt and humiliation that she would do this at all, let alone right infront of me. I grew quiet and subdued. I saw that she noted that, andyet, she seemed to become even more flirtatious with Chris. It was asthough she were enjoying my obvious emotional pain at what she wasdoing.
While they laughed and joked with each other almost as though Iweren't there, I quietly ate my dinner feeling more and more crushed byher seeming preference for Chris over me, especially since she knewthat I viewed him as an arch enemy.
At one point, Chris got up to use the bathroom, and when we werealone, Janice finally addressed me. "You earned this, Alan," she said,"I know you're upset, but I'm telling you right now, you better getover it, because things are going to get much worse for you in a littlewhile. I'm telling you though, that no matter what happens you betterjust keep that whipped puppy look on your face, because now we aregoing to do things MY way. I'm going to get your job back, but I'mgoing to get something out of the deal too. If you don't like it, I'lldivorce you in a minute, I swear!"
This news hit me like a brick building! My wife was acting moreaggressively than I'd ever imagined she could. She seemed cruel beyondrecognition. The really scary thing is I found myself submitting toit. The feeling I had at that moment was vaguely reminiscent of thefeeling I sometimes used to get when I kissed her ass. Let's face it,we can't all be completely clean all the time, and on those occasionsthat I kissed her ass when she wasn't clean, I felt a sort of stinginghumiliation at what I was doing. Still, it gave me the greatesthard-ons when that happened.
Now it was like our whole life together was taking on the aura ofthose isolated occasions, bringing to life a whole new level ofsubmission to her. These thoughts roiled through my mind, and before Icould think of a response for her, Chris returned from the bathroom. Suddenly things began to happen very quickly. As Janice studied myreaction to her shocking new attitude, her face began to take on anexpression strangely similar to the satisfied, smug arrogance thatChris exuded. And like Chris's arrogance, it was clearly directed atme.
I hardly had time to reflect on the feelings of betrayal I felt whenJanice's prediction came true and thing's got a whole lot worse for mefast. Janice approached Chris, and without any compunction at all shekissed him square on the mouth, gently and slowly. She did it likethey'd done it a hundred times before. Then she turned to me and shesaid, "Honey, I have a confession." Chris smirked behind her.
"I've known Chris for a while now," she continued. "About a monthnow I guess. It was that night Ôsomeone' from your office came over todrop some work for you. I never told you before, but it was Chris. Chris invited me out to lunch and what can I say? I accepted!"
My mind was reeling. Janice worked maybe 15 minutes from my office,and we almost always got together for lunch, but lately — maybe forabout a month or so now that I thought about it — she becameincreasingly "too busy" to meet me for lunch.
"I can tell by the look on your face," she said, trying to suppressa smile I thought, "that you can guess what's been going on. I likeChris a lot, and I've been seeing him." She paused, and added with aroll of her hand and some impatience, "And yes, of course, I've beensleeping with him. No, I don't love him, but yes he does turn me ontremendously! I've sort of become addicted to his dick!" With that,she reached back and gave his ass a little squeeze.
I was dying. The humiliation at the hands of my rival seemed toointense to bear. I couldn't believe my wife was telling me she wasaddicted to some other guy's dick -- the guy I hated the most, and wasactually proud to announce it to me right in front of him! The lookof shock and pain on my face seemed to amuse Chris, and he laughed outloud. Shortly, Janice laughed too.
"So, I'm going to get your job back, Chris, but you are going tohave to give a little too, I'm afraid. Chris and I are going to goback to our bedroom here for a little while, and I want you to sit outhere like a good, dutiful little husband and wait. Be ready to bringus water or anything if we ask; Chris demands it," she said, smilingcoyly at Chris. Then the two of them turned, and headed back down ourhallway.
I was now already ripping the hair out of my head in completedespair. Somehow I couldn't imagine how my wife had summoned the ballsto be so blatant. I had no idea it was in her. Then I realized thatmy own submissive reaction earlier had finally given her the courage tolet it out. She had guessed — correctly — that she was in a positionto truly dominate me. Just then I heard Chris's voice calling fromdown the hall, "Yo Alan, I think I could go for some of that waterright now!" followed by raucous laughter from the two of them.
I was truly beaten to the core. I wasn't sure, but I suspected mywife was going to fuck Chris, practically right in front of me, eventhough she knew I worshipped the ground she walked on. I knew I wastoo in love with her then, because I knew as much as it tore me apart,I was going to have to let her do as she pleased, if I was going tokeep her, and keeping her was too important to me to deny her.
In disbelief at what I was about to do, I went to the cupboard, gota glass and filled it with water. I walked down the hallway to ourbedroom. The door was closed, and I felt strangely compelled to knock. Through laughter, I heard Janice call out, "Come in!"
I entered the room to find Alan shirtless on my bed, and Janice inher skirt and bra adjusting the video camera at the end of the bed sothat what happened could be taped. My jaw dropped! This was too much! "Just put the water on the side table, boy," Chris said withauthority. Like a zombie I shuffled over to the side table and set theglass down, all the while staring with disbelief at Janice, who simplysmiled back.
"You can go now, boy," Alan chimed, and I turned to go with tearswelling in my eyes.
"By the way," Janice called, "the video camera is my idea. Do be adear and turn on the TV in the kitchen so you can watch, will you?" Her laughter was evil. I exited the room in a rush, not knowing whatto do.
My beloved wife appeared to be deliberately trying to hurt me. Sheseemed to be getting off on it. The cruelty of it seemed soincomprehensible to me. I realized that since she took charge thatafternoon, I had grown increasingly submissive and timid toward her,and that that seemed to just egg her on. It was though I had somehowgiven her tacit approval to do whatever she wanted, and it had releasedthe cruelest, darkest part of her personality. She was blatantlyflaunting her infidelity to me, not merely to punish, but simplybecause it was sadistically fun for her to watch me suffer.
I had never known that these things existed in my wife. I becameaware that my prick was totally stiff. I felt an overwhelming rush ofsubmission to my wife come over me, and a thirst for more ofhumiliation at her hands. She had broken me, and I was now her slave,her bitch, her plaything. Our relationship was forever altered.
I went to the kitchen, and like a dutiful husband turned on the TVand sat to watch this coup de grace on my dignity. Pain tore throughmy heart as I watched my beautiful wife on the monitor, kissing anotherman as he groped her. I saw his hand slip into her skirt, and thenremove it. Then he popped her bra off, and her breasts were exposed tomy rival. He bent forward and kissed and licked her nipples. Iphysically cringed as he kissed his way down her belly and slipped offher underwear.
Then as I had done with rapt pleasure so many times before, heburied his face between her legs. She used a remote control for thecamera to pan and zoom until the image of him eating her pussyravenously took up the entire TV screen. I wanted to turn away, but Icouldn't as my mind cruelly recorded such details as seeing her clitstiffen against his nose while he drove his tongue deep inside her, theway the curls of her pubic hair danced over his cheeks, and theunmistakable groans of her increasing passion.
This went on for several minutes before they broke and moved offcamera. Then I saw the camera angle and zoom change again. This timeChris was clearly using the remote as it focused on Janice's beautifulface and breasts. Janice looked at the camera with a glowing flush onher cheeks, and playfully stuck her tongue out.
Suddenly, Chris came into camera from the left, or I should say hispenis did. I was not prepared for how big his cock was, and it did noteven appear to be fully erect yet! My face burned as I saw Janiceaccept that cock into her mouth and begin to suck with what seemed likeabandon. The noises she made were loud and disgusting. I swear I'venever seen her suck MY cock like that I thought. Chris's cock grewunbelievable thick and long, and her mouth stretched visibly toaccommodate it. I was horrified to see that my cock was nearly as hardas his was as I endured this emotional raping.
She seemed to suck and nurse his cock forever. "Mmmmm, I love thetaste of your cock!" she would croon. It was at least a half hour, andshe made a big show of enjoying it and would coo about how big it wasand how much she loved sucking a real man. She would go back and forthfrom ignoring the camera completely as she lost herself in the task athand and blatantly staring at me through the camera. I never knewJanice could enjoy making me watch her suck another man's cock so much. If I'd known that from the start, I would never have married her. Nowit was a totally different story though...
Just as it appeared impossible that he was not about to come allover my beautiful wife's face, he suddenly pulled out and I cringed inanticipation of seeing his come spurt all over her open mouth andcheeks. To my surprise, however, that didn't happen. Instead, theyboth rolled off camera momentarily and then the camera zoomed back sothat nearly the entire bed could be seen.
I saw Janice crawl onto the bed with her ass facing the camera, thenturn about a quarter turn toward the camera. I could see the swollen,pouting lips of her pussy, and above that the beautiful sweet littleasshole of hers and her delicious looking ass. In spite of all thepain, I couldn't help but note just how scrumptious she looked and howI wanted to bury my face in that. She looked back over her shoulder,blew me a kiss, and then back to where Chris must be standing. I thensaw Chris come into view, his unbelievable large cock bobbingobscenely. Somehow seeing the clearer perspective of the bed and thesize of his body made that cock seem even larger. My wife appeared tobe drooling over it.
In spite of all I had endured up to that moment, I still felt shockas I watch Chris spit on his hand, smear the saliva on Janice'sasshole, then put the head of his cock at her anus. I heard her moansoftly as he worked his incredibly stiff cock around in little circlesas her ass began to relax and expand to accept this monster. I thoughthe was going to split her in two, and yet she begged, "Yeah, Chris,pleeease fuck my ass!" I could not fucking believe that my wife wasgoing to give to my worst enemy something she had repeatedly refused togive to me.
For the first time, I heard Chris. "That's right, boy," he said,"the bitch specifically begged me to give it to her up the ass!" Janicetittered like a young school girl laughing at a naughty joke.
My knuckles whitened on the kitchen table, but my cock throbbed asconflicting emotions coursed through my tormented soul. With surprisingspeed and ease, Chris's cock slipped up into Janice's ass... ...as if, asif they had DONE THIS BEFORE!! I watched in horror as this bastardwhom I could not have hated more enjoyed the ultimate pleasures of mywife's body.
My wife's words, that things were going to get worse for me, echoedin my head as I suffered still yet another shock: Janice had begun tofuriously masturbate with my rival's cock up her ass! Her pussyglistened as her fingers played their erotic dance over her visiblystiff clit. Chris's cock seemed to match the rhythm of her fingers ashe fucked her ever-widening asshole.
I was temporarily distracted from my pain as I slowly became awarethat my wife's groans had actually taken on the form of speech. "Comein here Alan," she cried out almost unintelligibly, "I want you tofinish me!"
In spite of all I had been through, this seemed to be a finalreprieve. My wife was calling out to me that she wanted ME — not thatfucking bastard — to finish her off. Somewhere in my mind I knew Ishould have been in rage at her, but her words brought feelings ofgratitude and love at the abatement of my humiliation. Tendernesstoward her gushed forward as I felt the warmth of this unexpected giftfrom her.
Still, I recoiled at the real-life sight of Chris with his cockburied to the hilt in my wife's ass as I entered the room, and herfurious masturbation as he did it.
When she saw that I was there, my beloved Janice called out to me,"Get down here and lick my pussy. Get down on your back and crawl upbeneath us!" As I comprehended the meaning of her words, my world ofself-delusion crashed like a house of cards. My wife was going to makeme actively participate in this betrayal and humiliation. There seemedto be no appeasing my wife's hunger for my degradation! I felt thelast of my self-esteem snap like an overstressed support strut, andalmost without awareness of what I was doing, I began to comply withthe request.
I lay on the foot of the bed and slid up between Chris's andJanice's legs until my face was directly under her soaked pussy. Theview afforded me close up detail of Chris's cock. Every vein and ridgeseemed to burn permanently into my brain. Especially where it buriedinto the wrinkles of Janice's asshole. What hit me next was the smell! It was both wonderful and awful! I could smell the sweet muskiness ofpussy juice, but also the pungent odor of Chris's sweaty balls, cock,and ass. Beyond that was a vague toilet smell, like that of freshshit. Apparently Chris had struck something deep inside of Janicewhile fucking her ass.
Overcoming a momentary urge to vomit, I began to lick Janice's clit. The damn thing seem to strive forward into my mouth like a miniaturecock, and Janice let out the undeniable cry that I knew meant she wasclose to coming. The throbbing of my own cock forced me on and I beganto suck her clit ravenously. Chris started fucking her ass savagely,and I didn't think I could put up with the torture of having his ballsslapping my chin while he fucked my wife's ass!
Still, the incredibly bad feelings I was having emotionally seemedto drive me erotically, and I sucked on her pussy liked I worshipped it- enough to let her fuck another man right in front of me. Explosively, Janice came, dripping more come out of her pussy than Ihad ever seen before. I opened my mouth and drank it down like it washoney, even though she was coming with another guy's cock up her ass. Chris hardly slowed his fucking, when I heard Janice say breathlessly,"Go ahead Chris, do it! Do it!"
Suddenly I felt Chris's hand on my chin. He pushed down forcefullyuntil my mouth opened. Then I would endure the worst thing that hasever happened in my life. Chris placed each of his knees on myshoulders, pinning me, and then pulled his cock out of Janice's ass andshoved it into my mouth! I was immediately confronted with the tasteof another man's cock and a bitterness I figured had to be residualshit from Janice's ass. I couldn't believe I was tasting my wife'sshit, delivered to me by another man's stiff cock rammed into my mouth!
I choked and gagged, but in a nearly mindless frenzy Chris grippedmy hair and the back of my had and began fucking my mouth and throatwith surprising strength and ferocity. I felt my windpipe get cut offwhen Chris plunged his cock deep down my throat. He did thisrepeatedly, and I could barely breathe between his thrusts into myface. I became vaguely aware that Janice had moved away so she couldwitness this spectacle and was laughing uproariously. Humility brokeme, and I began to cry at my degradation.
Finally, the inevitable happened, and Chris's cock exploded in mymouth, sending gobs of sticky white come down my throat. It tasted alittle like condensed cream-of-mushroom soup, but much more bitter.This may have been due to the mixing of Janice's shit with his come. Icouldn't believe how much he came, and how long it lasted. About halfway though he pulled his cock out of my mouth (finally!) and finishedby blowing his remaining load all over my face.
Before he even finally stopped coming, he looked down at me andlaughed. I guess the sight of his sperm all over my face was too much,because he kept laughing and laughing, and Janice joined him. Tearsstreamed down my face. Every now and then they would gather theircomposure until they looked at my come-laden face and then theirlaughter would start again.
Then as though I weren't even there, they began kissing. I quietlywatched my wife and her lover enjoy their post-orgasmic glow. Chris'scock finally began to soften, but I noticed that it was still verylarge. Janice interrupted their romantic kissing by saying to Chris,"There's one more thing I want to see..."
She had a mischievous look on her face, and she said to me, "I wantto see you thank Chris for giving your wife such a good time, and kisshis ass like you kiss mine..."
Chris laughed, and said, "Yeah, I'd like to see that too, boy!"
I wanted to protest, to scream out against this gross injustice, butI was totally destroyed. Involuntarily, I felt my gaze drift to thecrack that started behind Chris's balls. Slowly, like a zombie, Imoved up between his legs and said, "Thank you, sir, for giving my wifea good time" and pressed my lips up between his ass cheeks. All thatfucking had made him sweaty and quite ripe. I pressed my lips infurther until I made better contact with his asshole. To my horror, Ifound I was enjoying my total destruction at his hands. I'm not gay,but I actually began to enjoy the strong stinging humility as Iperformed this incredibly degrading act. Then Janice came up besidehim, reached over, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I was hit with afaceful of sweaty anal stink, and the view of his puckered hairyhole.
"Tell him again," she sneered, "Tell him he can fuck me whenever hewants and that from now on you only want to be my bitch, to do whateverfucking thing I want. Then I want to watch your tongue go deep in myman's asshole. I want to see you suck on the ass of a better man thanyou, Alan. DO IT!"
The cruelty of her words physically hurt my heart, but I compliedwith great erotic pleasure. I kissed his asshole, pressing my lipsagainst the rank wrinkles and holding them there for a while beforebreaking contact and saying, "Thank you for fucking Janice, my wife. Please feel free to fuck my wife whenever you want." Then, in an actof unbelievable contrition, I pushed the tip of my tongue against mynemesis's asshole and began to lick it. Then I slowly pushed my tonguedeeper and deeper into his ass. The foulness of the taste wasgagging.
Janice laughed heartily, and said, "OK, Alan, here's the deal. You're going to get your job back, but you're going to do everythingthat Chris wants no matter what. You'll get a great raise and a goodincrease every year, so long as Chris and I continue to fuck. For thatfavor however, you are to go into Chris's office every day early andhave a cup of coffee ready and waiting for him." Through my internalconflicts, more tears began to sting my face as I sucked on this man'sass and listened to my wife spell out my servitude to him. "When hecomes in, you will close the door, kneel before him and thank him forgiving you a life. Then you will suck his dick until he comes. If youcan't make him come in your mouth, he has the absolute right to piss inyour mouth. You - will - drink - every - drop!"
With that Chris let out a triumphant grunt, and farted into mymouth, forcing his foul gas over my tongue and teeth. The stench wasso thick it seemed to stick to the lining of my mouth and tongue. Theyshared a laugh as I choked and gagged. My humiliation was never goingto end.
Almost seeming to confirm this, Janice turned around and "spooned"in front of Chris, his arms wrapped tightly around her. I can't evenremember which one ordered me to do this but I was instructed to lickthe head of his cock and her asshole, and to keep licking both as heslipped his cock back up her ass. I sucked Chris's dick until it gothard enough for him to once again fuck my wife's ass in front of me,then licked her vaguely shitty tasting asshole to help accommodate herlover. Then I found myself licking her asshole and his cock at thesame time while they enjoyed a casual little fuck. I was nothing morethan a tool to facilitate their fucking.
Alan came in her ass this time, and then ordered me to suck it outof her ass. I buried my face in my beloved's ass like I had so manytimes before, but things were so completely different this time. Herasshole was stretched into an obscenely gaping hole, with a small poolof her lover's sperm in it. The fucking loosened her bowels, becauseas I sucked his come out of her ass, she seemed to fart nearlycontinuously into my mouth. The stench of her farts grew stronger, andfinally the pain of the humiliation overcoming any erotic pleasure Ihad, in full tears I begged her to stop this, to reconsider, to comeback to me, to truly be my wife again.
She laughed at me and continued farting in my mouth. Then I feltthe tip of what was undoubtedly shit. I knew what was coming, and Iresigned myself to my new fate. Janice grunted softly while her loverlaughed at me and she began to shit into my open mouth. I made themistake of trying to swallow her shit literally, as I had already donefiguratively. My degradation finally exceeded my physical limits, andI had to run to the bathroom to throw up all of the sperm and shit Ihad swallowed.
Even after I had thrown up, Janice didn't relent. She had held herremaining shit while I vomited and demanded that I eat all of it.Janice sat on my face, and I sealed her ass with my mouth while herlover watched. Then she grunted a few times and said, "Chris is mylover now. You eat my shit!" Then amidst putrid explosions of gas hershit expelled from her delicious asshole and I voluntarily ate shit forher. The shit clogged in my throat at one point, but I swallowed itdown and kept it down — for her.
Seemingly over night my relationship with my wife changed forever. I accepted the fact that she was going to cheat on me, right in myface. She got a charge out of making me serve as a toilet to both herand her lover, so that's what I did. I became expert at sucking myboss's dick, but still ended up drinking his piss pretty regularly. I'm telling you there's very few emotions more horrible than what youfeel when you let the man your wife fucks literally use your mouth as atoilet. Once for laughs, he made me drink piss even after I made himcome. I was in rage, but I let him do it anyway for Janice.
They had me move to the basement, where I slept, and Chris, mymaster, and Janice, my former wife and my mistress, slept in my bed inthe house I worked every day to finance. All sense of self-worth hadbeen trampled out of me, so I never contemplated leaving. After abouta month, they upped the ante and told me if I wanted to stay I wouldalso have to eat their shit, and afterwards there was not a wakingmoment when I did not taste it from one or both of them. Eventually,I learned how to stop vomiting after one of them shits in my mouth,especially Chris. I noticed that my wife's shit almost always had thetaste of Chris' come in it.
Then they dropped the bomb. Janice demanded a divorce and got it. Chris fired me, and they kicked me out of my house. They plan tomarry. It's been about four months now since all that happened andunemployment has just about run out. I still don't have a job, and nowJanice's lawyer is starting to put heat on me for alimony. Today,Janice left a message on the machine at my one-room apartment to inviteme over for dinner at my own house to discuss the alimony and to"relive some old times"...
Do you think I should go?