Anything For Her

I wanted to protest, to scream out against this gross injustice, but I was totally destroyed. Involuntarily, I felt my gaze drift to the crack that started behind Chris's balls. Slowly, like a zombie, I moved up between his legs and said, "Thank you, sir, for giving my wife a good time," and pressed my lips up between his ass cheeks. All that fucking had made him sweaty and quite ripe. I pressed my lips in further until I made better contact with his asshole. To my horror, I found I was enjoying my total destruction at his hands. I'm not gay, but I actually began to enjoy the strong stinging humility as I performed this incredibly degrading act. Then Janice came up beside him, reached over, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I was hit with a faceful of sweaty anal stink, and the view of his puckered hairy hole.

"Tell him again," she sneered, "Tell him he can fuck me whenever he wants and that from now on you only want to be my bitch, to do whatever fucking thing I want. Then I want to watch your tongue go deep in my man's asshole. I want to see you suck on the ass of a better man than you, Alan. DO IT!"

The cruelty of her words physically hurt my heart, but I complied with great erotic pleasure. I kissed his asshole, pressing my lips against the rank wrinkles and holding them there for a while before breaking contact and saying, "Thank you for fucking Janice, my wife. Please feel free to fuck my wife whenever you want." Then, in an act of unbelievable contrition, I pushed the tip of my tongue against my nemesis's asshole and began to lick it. Then I slowly pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into his ass. The foulness of the taste was gagging.

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 everything that Chris wants no matter what. You'll get a great raise and a good increase every year, so long as Chris and I continue to fuck. For that favor however, you are to go into Chris's office every day early and have a cup of coffee ready and waiting for him." Through my internal conflicts, more tears began to sting my face as I sucked on this man's ass and listened to my wife spell out my servitude to him. "When he comes in, you will close the door, kneel before him and thank him for giving you a life. Then you will suck his dick until he comes. If you can't make him come in your mouth, he has the absolute right to piss in your mouth. You — will — drink — every — drop!"

With that Chris let out a triumphant grunt, and farted into my mouth, forcing his foul gas over my tongue and teeth. The stench was so thick it seemed to stick to the lining of my mouth and tongue. They shared a laugh as I choked and gagged. My humiliation was never going to end.

Almost seeming to confirm this, Janice turned around and "spooned" in front of Chris, his arms wrapped tightly around her. I can't even remember which one ordered me to do this, but I was instructed to lick the head of his cock and her asshole, and to keep licking both as he slipped his cock back up her ass. I sucked Chris's dick until it got hard 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 her lover. Then I found myself licking her asshole and his cock at the same time while they enjoyed a casual little fuck. I was nothing more than a tool to facilitate their fucking.

Chris came in her ass this time, and then ordered me to suck it out of her ass. I buried my face in my beloved's ass like I had so many times before, but things were so completely different this time. Her asshole was stretched into an obscenely gaping hole, with a small pool of her lover's sperm in it. The fucking loosened her bowels, because as I sucked his come out of her ass, she seemed to fart nearly continuously into my mouth. The stench of her farts grew stronger, and finally, the pain of the humiliation overcoming any erotic pleasure I had, in full tears I begged her to stop this, to reconsider, to come back to me, to truly be my wife again.

She laughed at me and continued farting in my mouth. Then I felt the tip of what was undoubtedly shit. I knew what was coming, and I resigned myself to my new fate. Janice grunted softly while her lover laughed at me and she began to shit into my open mouth. I made the mistake of trying to swallow her shit literally, as I had already done figuratively. My degradation finally exceeded my physical limits, and I had to run to the bathroom to throw up all of the sperm and shit I had swallowed.

Even after I had thrown up, Janice didn't relent. She had held her remaining 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 her lover watched. Then she grunted a few times and said, "Chris is my lover now. You eat my shit!" Then amidst putrid explosions of gas her shit expelled from her delicious asshole and I voluntarily ate shit for her. The shit clogged in my throat at one point, but I swallowed it down and kept it down — for her.

Seemingly overnight my relationship with my wife changed forever. I accepted the fact that she was going to cheat on me, right in my face. She got a charge out of making me serve as a toilet to both her and her lover, so that's what I did. I became expert at sucking my boss's dick, but still ended up drinking his piss pretty regularly. I'm telling you there's very few emotions more horrible than what you feel when you let the man your wife fucks literally use your mouth as a toilet. Once for laughs, he made me drink piss even after I made him come. 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, my master, and Janice, my former wife and my mistress, slept in my bed in the house I worked every day to finance. All sense of self-worth had been trampled out of me, so I never contemplated leaving. After about a month, they upped the ante and told me if I wanted to stay I would also have to eat their shit, and afterwards there was not a waking moment 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 the taste of Chris's 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 to marry. It's been about four months now since all that happened and unemployment has just about run out. I still don't have a job, and now Janice'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 invite me over for dinner at my own house to discuss the alimony and to "relive some old times"...

Do you think I should go?