Honey Im Home 33

Honey I'm Home

I heard the door open downstairs and got up from my desk to greet my wife. Supper was in the oven and the wine was chilled I had done all my chores and even picked a bouquet of daisies for the table.

"Honey I'm home.. Come meet my co-worker."

Oh boy. This is going to be interesting I thought, remembering the last time we had company from work. I'm sure glad I chose to cook the whole chicken tonight. Would there be enough tossed salad? That gave me a snicker.

"Chris, this is Marcia. We call her Mosh, but she's Marcia to you," my wife said as I descended the stairs. "She works in accounting and was nice enough to drive me home."

"Hello Marcia. It's a pleasure to meet you," I offered.

"I'm sure it will be. I've heard a lot about you," she replied with a smirk.

"Chrissy," then turning to Marcia, "I call him Chrissy now. Tell Marcia what you are."

Okay. Here we go. Formalities were over. We're getting right to the point of the visit I thought, as my face began to flush. I was already being put in my place.

"Honey. We're waiting"

"I am Stephanie's ass cleaner," I mumbled, staring at the floor.

"Oh my. It's true what we heard at work then."

Oh god. What we heard at work? I began to imagine a table of women on lunch break hearing about how I lost my job and became my wife's servant to make it up to her. I bet they didn't hear the part about how I was now contributing by selling post cards on the internet. It wasn't a supervisor's salary, but I guess I was still in debt to her.

"Tell Marcia what you'd like to do for her Chrissy. Look at her Chrissy."

I knew the game very well by now. Looking her in the eye, I said, "I would like to clean your ass Marcia if you would like me to."

"Oh wow. That's a generous offer. But I'm afraid I might not be too...uh too clean back there." Looking over at my wife she continued, "It's Friday and we all had pizza for lunch at work today. And the cheese doesn't...well I don't do cheese very well."

"You mean you're dirty back there?" My wife interrupted.

"Well..." Marcia paused.

"Oh don't worry Marcia. He likes it dirty back there. Don't you Chrissy?" my wife said looking at me now.

I knew that look. "Yes, I like it when it's dirty back there." There I was totally humiliated now.

"Okay you dirty boy, take Marcia's jacket and hang it in the closet. Then go pour us all some wine and we'll all get better acquainted."

Both women giggled. Marcia slid her suit jacket from her shoulders and I could see right away her hard nipples poking out her silk blouse. Hmmm.. Must be a half cup bra I thought..I could see why she'd wear a suit jacket at work. She was obviously aroused. No doubt it must have been a spicy conversation on the way over here. I saw my wife looking as well, but I quickly looked away and took her jacket to the coat closet.

"Why don't you take those high heels off, too," my wife said while removing her own. "Let's get comfortable. You can loosen that blouse a bit, too, if you want," said with a grin.

Marcia looked at her and took the bait. Then she turned back to me. With a seductive look, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her expensive blouse. I took the invitation and stared again at those hard nipples and then her magnificent cleavage appeared as she leaned forward to remove her shoes. Oh my. I was sure they were heavy hangers when she got into bed at night. But right now her fleshy globes were held in place by an expensive looking push up bra.

Marcia pulled her arms to her side and gave them a little extra squeeze, then spun around and followed my wife into the living room. They both settled on the couch and began talking about the morning's staff meeting and someone's unprofessional attire. I went to the kitchen and poured 3 glasses of chilled Chablis from the fridge. I filled a bucket of ice for the bottle and brought the tray of wine into the other room, setting it on the coffee table.

We all picked up a glass and my wife proposed a toast: "To a clean ass!" Three glasses clinked and my face grew red again.

"Chrissy, get Marcia a cushion and put it on the floor by the coffee table. Better put a towel on it, too."

I got a cushion from the love seat, put it by the coffee table and ducked into the downstairs bathroom to get a bath towel. Previous experience told me this was a good idea. I'm no longer surprised at how excited some women get having their sensitive little butt hole serviced.

When all was in place my wife said, "Marcia, why don't you kneel down on the cushion and lean on the coffee table across from me so we can still chat while you get cleaned up," my wife said with a smile.

"Really? You don't want to go first?" Marcia said.

"He and I have the whole weekend ahead of us. I'll be squeaky clean by Monday." The women both laughed again. Then she added, "Chrissy take you shorts off. I'm sure Marcia has been wondering why you're being so obedient."

Oh lord. The humiliation continues. My cock has been locked up all week and now I'm going to have this beautiful stranger's ass in front of me. That's gonna be painful for sure. I dropped my shorts.

Marcia stared at the purple plum of my cock head trying to swell in its cage, then back at her co-worker who pulled a key dangling on an expensive gold necklace from her cleavage and smiled up at her.

"Oh, I see why you have the advantage now. How long has he been like that?"

"Ever since he lost his job. But it comes off once a week...if he follows instructions," she said with another smirk.

"Well I guess I'd be obedient as well if my sex life depended on it." Marcia said, still staring at my crotch.

Looking past her to my wife sitting in front of her I could see the wheels turning in her head and I knew her hand would soon be in her pants watching her colleague. Marcia had no idea where this was heading. I had had my tongue in a a few naked behinds in this room before. Everything comes with a price.

"Turn around Chrissy. Show Marcia your sapphire."

I saw Marcia gave her co-worker a questioning glance as I turn and bent over to show her the bejeweled plug in my anus.

"That keeps his mind on his purpose all day...the ass," My wife said with a snicker.

"I would imagine so!" from Marcia.

I had a hunch Marcia would have one, too, the next time she came over. Just part of the game.

"Alright. Let's get started. Then. Go ahead Marcia. Try him out."

"Okay. Here goes." Marcia lifted her skirt and tucked it into the elastic waist band behind her. Using her thumbs, she slid her sheer panties off over her stay up stockings and stepped out of them. Kneeling on the cushion, she leaned forward, thrusting her firm cheeks toward me and...frraaaapp...a slow bubbly fart left her ass. "Oops. So sorry. That happens a lot after pizza."

"No need to apologize. He's an experienced fart sniffer, too. He likes 'em. Don't you Chrissy?"

There's my cue again. "Yes. I like sniffing farts."

Sipping her wine, Marcia said with a laugh, "Good to know. I'll see what I can do for you then." Another laugh from the women filled the room.

"Alright, So how do we start this?" Marcia asked.

"Well you can give him instructions or I can. Your choice."

"Well this is all new to me, so why don't you start and I'll let him know how he's doing."

"Perfect. Chrissy on your knees and take your position."

I had done this may times by now, so I was on my knees behind her, inches from those luscious, naked cheeks. I knew what was coming next. Before I got my first orders the smell hit me. I can't say she hadn't warned us. She was rank. Must of been the cheese pizza. Lactose intolerance can do nasty things to the digestive tract...and its exit. And this exit looked moist and drizzly from that last fart as she spread her cheeks to accommodate my face.

"Let him do that Marcia, You just relax and enjoy"

"Alright. I'm talking to the ass cleaner now. Spread those cheeks and get in there good and deep. Put your nose on her pucker. Sniff. Rub your nose in that crinkle. Savor that essence. Deep breath now. Oh my, I can smell her from here. Okay Marcia, we're gonna get you cleaned up real good. You really don't do well with cheese do you."

"Nope. It goes right through me. Liquid shit. Oops should I say that?"

"That's what ass cleaners are for. Cleaning up the mess."

Another laugh from both women.

"You got a nose full yet Chrissy?"

"Yes. A very wet nose full," I said into the ass surrounding me.

"Good. Now clean her cheeks. Right one first. Long slow licks from her taint to the top of her crease."

Whoa. She obviously smeared herself when she wiped last. Must have been in a hurry,

A few more licks and then, "Alright, now the left. Long slow licks.. How's he doing Marcia?"

"He's good! It feels so...frraaapp...wonderful."

"Another little treat for you Chrissy. Okay, now run that tongue right through the center of that dirty ass crack. Clean her up real good."

By now the bitter taste of her dried on paste was overpowering the rancid smell stuck in my nose. Swipe after swipe up and over that tight little sphincter. Actually, it wasn't that little. Nor that tight. It seemed kinda loose, and leaking some sour fart sauce now. Oh god. Gotta control my gag reflex or I'll get the belt again. I had learned that lesson already..

Now Marcia took over. "Okay you dirty boy. Make that tongue nice and pointy and clean each crinkle of my poop chute. "

I could tell she was into the game now as I did what she said, and with the tip of my tongue, flicked some more waste from deep in her anus.

"That's it. Clean that... dirt... box good. I want it... spotless. That's a good... boy."

I did as I was told and knew she was becoming fully aroused now. I could hear it in her voice, a shortness of breath between words. And I could smell her excitement beneath my chin now. I so wanted to take a swipe through those dangling meat curtains I had seen on my approach. But I knew that's not what an ass cleaner was supposed to do. I had tried it with my wife early on and had gotten my butt blistered with the belt. Sex was with Stephanie's permission only. But then there was that time with her cousin Marion. Oh well. Not worth the risk. I spent a few minutes working my pointy tongue in and out of Marcia's now relaxed shitter and...then it happened. Marcia lurched forward with a gasp and her body stiffened. She let go a squirt from her coochie so strong I could hear it hit the towel and feel it splatter on my knees.

"I told you he was good Mosha," I heard my wife say from the couch.

"Oh god. So sorry. I'm afraid I..."

"No problem. That's what the towel's for."

When her breathing had come back to normal, Marcia took a long swig of her Chablis and said, "I have to say, I didn't believe you when you said he could do that with his tongue. That was incredible."

"He's a quick learner. Okay, time for dinner. I'm starving."

Marcia picked her panties from the floor and stood up. She quickly wiped her soaked cooter with the gusset. Not knowing quite what to do with them, my wife took them from her and began to wipe my face with them.

"There you go baby. Let's get those lips cleaned up. Your nose looks a little brown, too." Both women laughed again.

The smell of Marcia's pussy juice was intoxicating. I could also smell my wife's distinctive essence on her fingers as well. I knew she must have been pleasuring herself while watching my debasement and Marcia's reaction from the couch. Having my wife massaging my balls with her other hand at the same time brought out a groan into those wet panties. Oh god. Was this going to be another coffee break story on Monday?

"Put your shorts on and get that dinner on the table. We'll be in the dining room. Come on Mosha. Bring your glass."

I served the dinner I had spent the afternoon preparing and joined the women in the dining room with a fresh bottle of wine. As instructed, I spoke only when spoken to. Mostly questions from Marcia like: How many different assholes have you tasted? How long does the smell stay in your nose? Has Stephanie given up using toilet paper? My wife asked me to tell Marcia how I cleaned my butt plug. And with that, my humiliation was complete.

I cleared the table and met the women at the door.

"Thank you both for the delicious dinner and my...cleaning," Marcia said giving me a quick smirk.

"Sure my friend. And thank you again for the ride home. Oh and if you ever want to see the video, just email me and I'll send you a link," replied my wife.

Marcia stood there with her mouth open. Stunned.

"Video? I don't remember talking about any video."

"Oh don't worry. I don't post them. I keep them in my private account. It's easier to share with you that way instead of sending a large file to download."

"Well I don't...wait, you said them?"

Marcia gave me a quizzical look and it was my turn to smirk now

"It's a good reason to come back again Mosha. Watch a vid and put toilet breath here to work again. See you at work Monday," and she began to close the door.

Unsteady now, Marcia stepped onto the porch and grabbed the hand rail. She looked a little wobbly now in those red heels she was so proud of earlier.

When the door closed, I turned to my wife and she said with a smile, "I think we'll see her again. Don't you?"

I just took her hand and turned toward the stairs. "Come on honey. Your ass cleaner wants to do his job."

She didn't move. I turned back and she gave me that look. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Go get naked and lie down on the bed. I have to use the toilet first."