The Cucksitter Ch. 02

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..."

I gulped. Part of me had hoped that Ms. Cheston wouldn't discover this, but those dreams were dashed. Steeling myself, I crawled out of the bedroom and down the main stairwell towards the front door. Upon arrival, I rose up to my knees. There I waited, like a pathetic dog awaiting the return of its master.

As I waited in the foyer, I gazed down at the tiny pink cage imprisoning my cock. At first I wanted nothing more than to rip it off and proclaim my freedom. However, part of me almost felt content in wearing the humiliating device. I knew that this was where I belonged, at the feet of my betters.

The sound of a key sliding into the front door lock snapped me out of my introspection. Had Sarah seriously given this devious woman the key to our home? As I pondered the implications of this, the front door suddenly swung open. I looked up as Ms. Cheston stood in the doorway, glaring at me with an all-too-familiar scowl.

Ms. Cheston tutted as she looked down at me.

"You clearly need training in basic greetings, slave," she spoke.

Nervously, I stammered out an apology before scrambling to Ms. Cheston's feet. I could smell the sweat building in her heels as I pursed my lips. I gave each foot a deep, reverent kiss.

"Thank you for letting me welcome you, Ms. Cheston," I grovelled.

An unimpressed Ms. Cheston tutted in disapproval.

"Kissing feet is for servants," she lectured. "You are a cuckold slave. A miserable being that exists for pleasure, humiliation, and sexual amusement. You will behave as such!"

Ms. Cheston turned around and lifted her large, grey matron's skirt. My eyes followed the stockings that rose up her fat legs, ending near the tops of her thighs. Bland white cotton underwear obscured her chubby sagging ass. She pulled on her left cheek with one hand, and with the other, she pointed to the widening fabric-covered crack.

"The ass is the most filth-ridden, degrading, and disgusting part of a person's body," Ms. Cheston's lecture continued. "Therefore, it is your domain. You will greet your betters by demonstrating this directly!"

I sighed in defeat as I moved closer to Ms. Cheston's ass. It seemed that suffering between musky cheeks was going to be a common theme in my life from now on. I reluctantly wedged my face into her soft underwear. Ms. Cheston released her grip on her cheek, sealing me in her dark crevasse.

"Now take a deep breath and inhale my scent," Ms. Cheston ordered. "Your wife, your queen, mentioned you disrespected her scent today. We'll train that unacceptable behavior straight out of you."

I did as I was told. Against my better judgment, I inhaled deeply. At first, only the scent of freshly washed linens was present. I continued to inhale, and before long, the familiar smell of Ms. Cheston's ass musk joined the party. I stifled a gag as my so-called 'teacher' let her skirt flop down. A strong hand was then placed on the back of my head, making sure I was sealed in.

"You will come to enjoy this ritual," Ms. Cheston continued. "You should revel in such degrading subservience. It's who you are."

I felt humiliated as I sat there, trapped between Ms. Cheston's fat cheeks. I could feel my ragged breaths dampening her underwear as I tried to get used to the smell of ass. Each breath also felt like a gamble. I know my wife had spoken to Ms. Cheston about my issues serving in the presence of unfeminine odors. It seemed likely that I would be forced to endure that.

"You will do this for everyone who enters your wife's home from now on," Ms. Cheston continued. "Her friends, her lovers, even their servants and slaves if they have any. You are the lowest of the low. It matters not if they are men; you will still worship their asses. They will laugh at you, ridicule you, and perhaps do far worse. You will still thank them."

Men too? I shuddered at the thought. I knew there was nothing fundamentally different between men and women in this regard, but the idea still disgusted me.

"Now, thank me," Ms. Cheston ordered. "Show me your appreciation for what I have allowed you to do."

I began to pull my head from between Ms. Cheston's cheeks, but her powerful grip stopped me.

"Did I tell you to stop worshipping?" Ms. Cheston asked with disappointment in her voice. "Thank me."

"T-thank you," I muttered into Ms. Cheston's clothed ass.

"For what?" Ms. Cheston asked.

"Thank you for allowing me to worship your ass," I replied.

"Not enough," Ms. Cheston retorted. "Show me how pathetic you are."

"Thank you for letting me smell and worship your ass," I continued. "I am just a cuckold slave. Nothing is too low for me. Unwashed, gassy, clothed, or not. I relish the opportunity to serve you."

Ms. Cheston smiled.

"That's a bit better," she spoke. "I don't believe you on the gassy front, from what I've heard from Sarah. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Ms. Cheston's grip on my head tightened. She had no intention of letting me free yet.

"I, I..." I stammered. "She farted right into my mouth, I just couldn't..."

Suddenly, the fabric of Ms. Cheston's underwear loudly rippled. Warm, foul air shot into my open mouth. She made me speak to catch me off guard like this. Ms. Cheston held my head in place; there was no escape.

"What good is an ass worshipper who can't handle a fart?" Ms. Cheston asked. "Do you intend for your betters to have to excuse themselves while using you? Or worse yet, do you want them to hold it in uncomfortably?"

I tried to speak but could only gag as the foul air rushed into my mouth.

"This is about pleasure," Ms. Cheston lectured. "Not your convenience. You will learn to serve through whatever smells your betters produce. Your gags are an insult."

I nodded, the foul gas still seeping into my lungs. I could taste the remnants of Ms. Cheston's breakfast in gas form.

"Some will even get more pleasure from doing this," Ms. Cheston added. "They will revel in your suffering, and you will supply it."

I nodded, noticing the gas was finally relenting. Ms. Cheston's grip loosened as well. I dared not move, knowing this was likely a test to see if I would try to free myself. I remained between her cheeks as she let out a relieved sigh. The smell still present, I took another deep breath. This time, I successfully stifled the gag. Still, I knew this was not enough. I knew what I had to do.

"Ms. Cheston..." I asked.

"Yes?" she replied, her tone inquisitive and expectant.

"Thank you for the fart," I continued. "It is my pleasure to serve. However, I could serve you better with full access to your asshole. May I remove your underwear?"

Ms. Cheston smiled.

"Perhaps," she answered. "Beg for it."

I blushed as my caged cock twitched. I couldn't believe what I was about to do.

"Ms. Cheston," I spoke. "I would like nothing more than to clean your ass. After your long journey here and that gas, improving your comfort would be my honor. Please, may I service your divine asshole with my slave tongue? I want nothing more than to please you, no matter how humiliating or degrading!"

"If it is that important to you..." Ms. Cheston sighed.

I gulped, knowing what would come next if I went through with this.

"Yes, Ms. Cheston," I spoke, my voice nearly cracking. "Please, I need to service your ass. It is my duty!"

"Fine..." Ms. Cheston relented. "You may clean my filthy, unwashed asshole."

I briefly prostrated myself, displaying a degree of pathetic subservience unfamiliar to me up until now.

"Thank you!" I replied. "I will not let you down!"

Trembling, I removed Ms. Cheston's cotton panties. They dropped to the floor silently. The familiar craters of cellulite and fat jiggled as her ass became free. Determined, I parted her cheeks and dove into the unshaven mess between them. My twitching traitor of a cock began to leak as I lapped up the sweat from the matted hair. Ms. Cheston, in spite of herself, moaned softly. I suspected she did not often experience the pleasurable touch of another man.

Unbeknownst to me, Sarah had entered the foyer. She had started a Facetime call with her new boyfriend and was filming this entire ordeal. They both snickered as I went to town on the older woman's ass. Even as their laughter grew so I could hear them, I did not stop. I knew my place, and I knew what would happen if I acted in defiance.

My tongue pressed its way into Ms. Cheston's rectum as she began to bend over, giving me deeper access to her recesses. I lapped away at her insides, simultaneously pleasuring and cleaning her like the disgusting slave I had become. Each lick and suckle filled my mouth with her foul scent, but in some ways, it almost felt like home. Maybe I really was made for this!

Sarah continued to chat with her amused boyfriend as I did my duty. It seemed that they had a full day of fun prepared while I was to be stuck at home with Ms. Cheston, my cucksitter. I suddenly heard the click of high heels as Sarah, my beloved wife, walked to the door.

"I'll be heading out, Ms. Cheston," Sarah spoke. "Make sure the cuckold better learns his place this time."

Ms. Cheston nodded while biting her lip.

"Don't worry," she gasped. "We're just getting started."

Sarah nodded as Ms. Cheston continued to speak.

"I think we should also have a more cuckold-oriented trial this evening," Ms. Cheston said. "Bring your lover home tonight. I'll chaperone this particular event to make sure the slave behaves."

Sarah thought for a moment.

"Very well," she said. "Make sure the slave is ready then."

Ms. Cheston smiled as Sarah left. I continued to pleasure Ms. Cheston as my heart sank. Was I really going to have to service my wife's boyfriend tonight? It seemed like Ms. Cheston still had a lot in store for me yet. As if answering me thoughts, she spoke.

"Very good, very good," Ms. Cheston gasped. "I think it's time to move on to fluffer training."

Fluffer training? What would that even entail? My thoughts were once again interrupted by Ms. Cheston's stomach gurgling.

"What do you mean by that?" I began to ask. "Fluffer--"

My pathetic questioning was interrupted by a familiar, yet terrifying sound. A hot rippling blast of air burst from Ms. Cheston's wet asshole, straight into my open, questioning mouth. My eyes watered and my throat gagged as the stench hit me yet again. But my mind was already elsewhere. Did Ms. Cheston intend for me to suck a man's cock tonight? The thought filled me with anxiety and terror, but my caged cock seemed to disagree. A puddle of precum was beginning to emerge on the floor beneath me. I truly did not understand what was happening to me, but part of me did not seem to mind.

I continued to suck down Ms. Cheston's gas, ruminating on the trials to come.