A sudden vibration on my wrist jolted me awake. I groaned. My whole body was sore from yesterday's session with Ms. Cheston. My jaw ached, my tongue was sore, and my back felt like hell. I rolled over and looked at my smartwatch. It read 7:00 am. I felt a pit form in my stomach as I remembered what Ms. Cheston had told me yesterday. Part of my new cuckold duties involved waking Sarah, my wife, with ass worship.
Typically, I would have considered this request to be some form of absurd joke. The nightmare I lived through yesterday had forced this new degrading reality upon me. The cage on my cock and the collar around my neck served as now-permanent reminders of how Sarah, my once beloved wife, truly felt about me. I could hear her snoring peacefully beside me, probably blissfully dreaming about her new lover. I felt an odd mix of adoration and disdain for the woman. Part of me understood that worshipping her was my duty now, but this felt like it had gone too far.
I decided to speak with Sarah later about my concerns. For now, though, it was best to do as I was told. I took a deep breath and gently slid beneath the sheets of our shared bed. The smell of sweat and stale sex filled my nostrils. Sarah hadn't showered last night, despite spending the day getting fucked by her new man. I sighed as my eyes teared up from the smell and slowly crawled to the foot of the bed.
Sarah, like usual, was asleep on her side. This made it very easy to access her divine ass. I looked at her ass in admiration, remembering better times when it had been a source of pleasure and fun. Now, it was tool for humiliating and emasculating me. I took a deep breath and moved towards Sarah's ass. Blushing in embrassment, I used my nose to begin to pry open her cheeks. They stuck together for a brief moment, caked in dry sweat and who knows what else. Before long, however, they parted and I was once again buried in my wife's sweaty, unwashed ass.
The odor of fresh and stale intermixed sweat was nowhere near as unpleasant as Ms. Cheston's disgusting ass. Still, the smell made my nose wrinkle. This wasn't the pleasant, fresh after-gym scent that used to intoxicate me. It was far worse, and being forced to clean Sarah up in this state was a degree of degradation I wasn't used to. Still, my small caged cock betrayed me with a slight twitch as I reluctantly parted my lips to begin my work.
Sarah sighed gently in her sleep as my tongue first made contact with her asshole. The rim was swollen and loose, likely due to the pounding she had taken the night before. Each lick filled my thoughts with visions of my wife's bull sliding his thick cock into my wife's aching ass. In my imagination, she was biting the pillow as her lover ravaged her tight hole. This humiliating daydream filled me with a mix of emotions I couldn't quite understand yet.
I tried to put those confusing images out of my mind and focus on the task at hand. Sarah's breathing sped up slightly as I lapped away at her unwashed hole, doing my best to serve as the washcloth she had neglected to use the night before. The sour taste and smell of sweat began to seep into my pores, leaving Sarah's scent on my face. I occasionally lost control and gagged softly but managed to avoid waking her up.
Sarah's tense hole loosened as my reluctant tongue did its duty. Before long, it seemed to almost invite me in. Keeping Ms. Cheston's training in mind, I instinctively slid my tongue into my wife's beckoning hole. The foul and familiar taste of ass and stale cum returned. Clearly I had not done a sufficient job of cleaning her last night. Concerned, I quickly began to lap up the remainder of the mess, not wanting Sarah to discover my failure.
Sarah suddenly rolled onto her back, twisting my neck with her. Unable to resist her, I soon was rolled onto my back. My wife's ass sank around me, pressing me into the bed, nearly smothering me. My tongue slid deeper into Sarah's hole as she began to mumble in her sleep.
"Oh yes, yes!" she gasped. "Take my tight asshole!"
I blushed. Not only was I licking Sarah's unwashed ass clean, but she was likely dreaming of her new lover while I did so. My caged cock stiffened at the thought, despite my being buried in Sarah's dirty crack. She began to writhe in her sleep as I probed deeper. The taste of her hole grew more potent as my eyes teared up, and her tailbone felt like it was going to crush my face.
Sarah's moaning intensified as her wet dream continued. I felt like a dirty, used sex toy as she squirmed on my face involuntarily. Still, I did my duty and held on for the ride. Before long, I felt a familiar sensation as my wife's thighs stiffened, and she began to moan and convulse on top of me. Sarah's asshole gripped my tongue as she reached climax.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Fill my ass with your cum! I'll even send you a picture of my pathetic husband licking it out later!"
My face went pale. Had she actually done that last night? It was difficult to see anything happening in the outside world when buried in an ass like this. Perhaps her bull was masturbating to the picture this morning as I serviced Sarah. Part of me wanted to cry and flee, but I knew it wasn't an option. Sarah would take me for everything I had, and this humiliating relationship would be exposed to the public as well. I sighed at the thought and kept licking my wife's asshole as she orgasmed at the thought of another man.
Before long, Sarah sighed and relaxed. I felt her orgasm calm down, and she resumed snoring. I dare not move an inch, afraid of what would happen if I made the mistake of waking her up. My aching tongue remained in her hole, gently probing and cleaning as Sarah slept on top of me. Suddenly, I felt Sarah's stomach gurgle as she groaned above me.
A familiar hot, wet, rippling sensation escaped Sarah's asshole. She sighed contentedly while the air hissed straight into my mouth. I openly gagged as the taste hit just before the smell did. I knew most people tended to pass gas in the morning, but I had never been forced to deal with it up close. I tried to tilt my head to the side to avoid my wife's odorous assault, but her limp sleeping body kept me pinned to the mattress. I couldn't even muster the leverage to pull my tongue out from her hole.
The fart felt like it was filling my mouth, sinuses, and lungs. My eyes watered as the stench burned my nostrils. Each breath brought more of the assault, more gags, and more pain. The air couldn't go anywhere as well, both trapped by my wife's asscheeks and the blanket above. I let loose an involuntary groan as the gas began to ripple against my cheeks, finally awakening my wife.
Sarah sighed contentedly as her eyes fluttered open. At the same time, the fart finally tapered off. Unfortunately for me, so much of it was trapped in the gassy prison beneath Sarah that my suffering did not abate. Sarah yawned loudly as I felt her stretch above me.
"I'm glad you're beneath me, where you belong," Sarah spoke. "But Ms. Cheston should have taught you better than this. Why aren't you licking and pleasuring my divine ass?"
I tried to speak in protest, but only a cough came out. Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Ms. Cheston will hear of this," she continued. "This isn't acceptable behavior for a cuck husband."
Sarah rolled off of me. I could feel the gas cloud dissipate as fresh, cool air filled my lungs. I gasped and took in the sweet air as Sarah rolled out of bed, clearly angry. Not wanting to upset her, I rolled quickly onto the floor and dropped to my knees.
"I'm so sorry," I began. "I was pleasuring you for a while, you orgasmed in your sleep, but then..."
My groveling was interrupted by a sudden sharp pain, followed by a loud slapping noise. Sarah had just slapped me across the face! I fell to the floor, my left ear ringing and my cheek burning as tears once again welled up.
"Did you dare talk back to me?" Sarah's voice rose. "You are here for my pleasure! Would you rather I divorce you and throw you to the streets!?"
"No, no!" I replied. "I'm so sorry! I just..."
Sarah raised her hand again, this time with the back facing me. I cowered beneath her and closed my mouth.
"That's better," Sarah said. "Ms. Cheston said this might be necessary. I can see she was right."
I nodded meekly, looking up through teary eyes at the woman I adored. There was truly nothing I could do here. I must have looked so pathetic, naked and whimpering with my collar and caged cock. Sarah lifted her head and averted her eyes from me, likely embarrassed to even look at me.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said, her voice cold. "Go downstairs and let Ms. Cheston in; she should be arriving shortly."
I nodded. I wanted to ask if I could clean up, too, but my stinging cheek reminded me of the consequences of that. The smell of Sarah's unwashed ass and farts seemed to hover around me, and I would be carrying that for the rest of the day at this rate. As I crawled out of the room, I heard Sarah speaking on her phone.
"Yes, Ms. Cheston," Sarah said. "It looks like the cuckold has issues with tasks it finds too gross. It couldn't even handle a bit of morning gas..."
