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I could smell the dank odour of her arsehole and the stale sweat of her excited pussy. Fuck it was amazing. She moaned as I placed my mouth over her and began to tongue her brown rosebud.

I have always enjoyed the taste of my wife's arsehole, even when it was less than clean as in tonight. But the humiliation of cleaning her holes for another man whilst she pleasured them was another element. I think she also got off on the fact that she had her whimpering loser of a husband tending to her behind- the power of having another human stoop to such a low level in service of her.

She had previously told me that I served no more purpose to her than a piece of toilet paper. Long ago, she had grown tired of my ill-fated attempts to satisfy her, and gradually over the years I had been reduced to her slave. As part of my submission, I needed her and her dominance over me to feel at all useful to society. I fed off the humiliation, and she either fed off the power it gave her, or tolerated my presence so long as I served my purpose. There was only the occasional show of affection now, like that of a master to its puppy.

My chin grew more soaked with her juice as I lapped away. Ben's breathing quickened and he moaned, filling her mouth with his cum. My wife continued polishing his cock while I slid down to give attention to her overflowing pussy. As she enjoyed giving Ben blowjobs, she didn't need long. After several minutes, she came with muffled screams and jerked her arse to and fro against my face. She collapsed onto her side as Ben, satisfied, made room for her on the bed. She motioned lazily with her hand for me to come to the bedside table.

For a second I thought she was going to kiss me as she brought her face close to mine. Instead she spat Ben's load over my face and laughed at my complete degradation. Ben chuckled at his girlfriend's cruelty. I could taste his cum as it trickled down into my mouth. "I want you to leave it there", she whispered, with almost disdain for me at the depths to which I was willing to dive for her. She turned from me and snuggled into Ben's chest, the latter now breathing heavily as sleep approached. I crawled to my bed, a small dog's bed in the corner of the room, and listened to the sound of my wife and her lover slowly fall into a deep slumber.

At some point in the night my wife got out of her bed and kicked me awake gently. She was naked now, her bra somewhere under the sheets. She stood over me with an expectant look on her face and motioned impatiently to her pussy. I got up onto my knees and placed my mouth obediently onto her vagina, attempting to make a seal. Ben's cum was dried on my face, and I could see, with some humiliation that my wife noted this and was smirking trying not to laugh. She then began to piss into my mouth.

Becoming her toilet had been a difficult phase in my break down, and as I swallowed the acrid, salty fluid, and tasted her bodily waste, I recalled the first time she had made me her urinal. This was some time ago, and during a particularly cruel phase in her escalation to dominance when she did not have a regular lover. She was menstruating at the time and called me in to the bathroom where I saw her sitting on the toilet having removed her tampon. She instructed me curtly to lick her pussy, which I hesitated to do. I was chastened with one sharp look from her and approached her soiled, bloody lips.

As I tasted the steely, earthy fluid, my wife relaxed back.

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