Humiliated Husband

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Author's note:

This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.

Additionally, this story will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the intro, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

I love to hear from my readers, so please feel free to reach out and send me a message, telling me what you thought about this story of others of mine.

Following comments that I have gotten previously; Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn't happen that way in real life, well, that's why it's a fantasy.

Topics: humiliation, rimming, ass eating, piss drinking, golden shower, foot job, marriage, fdom

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There is about three feet of space between our bed and the door to our on-suite bathroom. My wife recently realized that it is the perfect amount of space for one of her favorite things to do of late.

It was morning and I was barely awake. I sleepily day up in bed and swung me legs over the edge after snoozing my alarm twice. The bathroom door opened, letting bright light spill out into the dark bedroom, making me wince.

"It's about time you woke up, baby," my wife, who had just finished brushing her teeth said.

I looked up through blinking eyes at my naked wife. She had always been more of a morning person than I was, but the sight of her incredibly sexy body helped me wake up, even after all of these years of marriage.

"Good morning, beautiful," I responded sleepily.

I started to stand up, but my wife caught me half way. My head ended up in her generous chest, which I didn't mind, but the angle was awkward. I nuzzled between her tits for a moment while she held me.

Pushing me towards the ground she said, "if you are going to sleep in, you are going to pay the price for it."

Even half asleep, I never minded eating out my wife. I love how she tastes and seeing the look of pleasure on her face is one of my greatest joys in life. Without complaint I slid to a sitting position on the floor, my back braced against the side of the bed. In the past we had tried having me on my knees to lick her cunt, but based on how much taller than her I was, it never worked out. Me sitting worked much better.

I expected her to step closer and spread her legs, but she didn't. Instead, she turned around and stood with her legs on either side of mine. I suddenly knew what she had in mind, but before I could say anything, she braced her hands on the doorframe and pushed her ass back onto my face.

"Lick my ass, baby," she said, gently rubbing her ass up and down on my face. "You slept in so you get to be my good little butt licker."

With her ass pressing my head back against the mattress, I didn't have anywhere to go. I could barely breathe. With nothing else to do, I started licking my wife's asshole. Her ass wasn't dirty, but we both prefer showering in the morning, so it definitely wasn't fresh. All I could taste or smell was the intense, musky and earthy smell of sweaty ass. Even as my tongue probed her anus, I knew that it wasn't even that she particularly liked it when I rimmed her. She was doing this to humiliate and degrade me. I knew that she was probably looking at our reflection in the bathroom mirror, smiling her devilish smile as she smothered me with her ass.

"That's a good little ass licker. Get deep in there. I can see your erection. I know just how much you like being buried in my ass," she taunted.

My breath was getting short with her crack enveloping my face. She eventually pulled off of me enough to let me take a deep breath before smothering me again. My wife kept my head trapped and made me lick her ass for five minutes before she finally got off my face.

"Don't move," she said, turning around and standing over me. "I want to make sure I capture that look."

She grabbed her phone and I looked at her in dismay as she took a picture of me, sitting naked on the floor, face flushed and covered in her sweat, my morning erection dripping precum.

"I'm going to go shower now. Why don't you be a good boy and go pour me a cup of coffee. It should be ready by now."

I struggled to my feet and stumbled to the kitchen, still taking deep breaths. The coffee was ready and waiting. I made her a mug with the right amount of cream and sugar, and brought it to the bedroom. The bathroom door was open and I could see through the fogged up glass that my wife had the showerhead pointed between her legs. I placed her coffee on her nightstand. I gently opened the door to the shower.

"This feels sooooo good," my wife moaned. "Even if your mouth wasn't full of ass, I don't know if you could make me feel like this right now."

I stood there and watched, humiliated, as my wife brought herself closer to orgasm, the taste of her ass, still filling my mouth. Without thinking, I went to stroke my cock at the sexy vision of her getting off, but she stopped me.

"Nope. No way. You don't deserve that yet. If you had fun when eating my ass that's one thing, but now you are lucky that I'm even letting you watch me." She said through tight breaths as she got closer and closer to the edge.

When it finally came it was intense. Her entire body shuddered and she cried out. Worried that she was going to fall, I stepped into the shower to catch her. I held her and looked into her eyes as she rode out the orgasm. The look in her eyes was one of lust, love, and desire. We were both soaked, but I turned off the water for a moment to let her get composed.

"Did I tell you that you could come into the shower with me or touch me?" My wife whispered in my ear when she finally was back to herself.

"No," I said quietly.

"I didn't think so. Sit back down on the ground."

I got down into the wet floor of the shower.

"Even further. Support yourself on your arms."

Once I was in the position she wanted, she stepped over me again. She looked down at me. I looked up at her, past her perfect tits and into her eyes which twinkled with mischief.

"So far this morning we have learned that you don't know how to wake up on time, do things that you aren't supposed to do, and are adequate at eating ass. Should we see if we can find something you might be good at? Open your mouth."

Burning with humiliation at the way she was talking to me and the things she was saying, I opened my mouth. I had a feeling that I knew what was coming, but even so, I wasn't prepared for the reality of her hot, pungent piss hitting my face and filling my mouth. I swallowed, both assuming that it was expected of me and not wanting to drown in her urine. There was so much and it was so pungent that even as I drank down the golden liquid I realized that she probably had been saving this since she woke up. It was disgusting and humiliating, and no matter how fast I tried to swallow, I was covered in her smelly piss by the time her stream finally dried off.

"You don't make a bad toilet," my wife said looking down on my piss soaked face. "Maybe with some practice, you can even turn into a good one."

I hated the part of me that perked up at the thought of being better for her. This was without a doubt the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me. Then my wife shifted position and slid one foot between my legs and under my crotch, with her toe pressing up into my crack. Then, balancing against the wall, placed her foot on my cock and began to rub it. I couldn't help myself, no matter how much I didn't want to. I came so hard. All of the buildup, the humiliation and degradation were just too much. I saw stars as blast after blast of cum shot out of my dick and onto my piss covered body. One of them even managed to hit my face when my wife pressed on the base of my spasming cock with her foot, angling the tip into the air.

"If only I wasn't too wet to get my phone," my wife said as I laid on the shower floor, completely done. "This would have been a picture that would be worth coming back to Indy and over again. I guess we'll just have to try to recreate it sometime."

When I could finally get up, the shower was almost as much of a shock in contrast. It was gentle and loving, and while my wife, understandably, wouldn't kiss me, we lovingly washed each other and cuddled under the warm water.

"How much further do you think I can push you?" My wife asked, taking a sip of the coffee I had brought as we dried off.

"Honestly, I'm not sure," I said, blushing again. "That was really intense."

"But you really liked it, didn't you?" She teased.

"It was nasty and humiliating," I responded.

"Which was why you liked it."

I shrugged.

"Are you serious telling me that you didn't like being my ass eating piss boy?" She asked, adding a slight edge to her voice.

My cock twitched a bit.

"That's what I thought," my wife said with a laugh.

I knew that my life was going to get even more complicated, and that I was going to be spending a lot of time dreading each new humiliation that my wife dreamt up for me, but there was a part of me that was really looking forward to it.