Your tongue

Misha looks down from her perch on your face and says smiling, Hank needs your tongue, so go clean him like you do me. And make sure you take care of him because he may be visting me a lot. She lifts off your face and you keep looking at her, hoping she will change her mind, but then you continue to the bathroom. When you arrive, you open the door to see Hank sitting on the toilet. The smell is like a dead body rotting in shit. You struggle not to hold your nose.

Hank asks, "Did you bring me some toilet paper?"

You start to speak, when Misha is outside the door saying, "Rob usually licks my ass clean. He'll make sure you're cute botttom is extra clean dear."

Misha is heard walking away and Hank turns an angry face toward you.

"I wish you would just go away and leave us alone." Then he considered something and said, "You may put up with her shit, but you haven't had anything compared to what I can do."

His elbow flushes the toilet and he gets up to turn his hairy ass in your direction. His workout sweat has long been fermenting on his body and now there arose a stink like none you've ever encountered. As he backs his ass up to your face, you see beads of sweat rolling down his back and into his butt crack from his exertion thrusting his big dick into your wife. Now his hairy ass is drawing nearer and the funk is rising from his sweat and shit combined. You reluctantly stick out your tongue and his ass meets your face. You feel the wet hair mashing into your face. And the taste of shit is on your tongue. You know you have to do this for Misha, so you lick and lick. His hair is so matted with the shit in his anus, that it takes so much longer than your duties with Misha.

"You want to stay around here and get in my way, then you can just get in there good and deep." He reaches his hand around and shoves you deeper into his ass. You hear him snicker. "Get used to this. I plan on coming over here a lot. Your wife is a hot piece of ass. Too bad you don't get any." He chuckled at that as your tongue is buried deep in his nasty asshole trying to clean as much as possible.

As you lick and lick, he says, "If I get any shit streaks in my underwear, I'll beat the shit out of you." And he snickers at his little joke. Then he yells to Misha, "Mind if I shower now? I got some clothes in the car I can wear and I can take you out to eat. Does that sound good?"

"That sounds wonderful. Rob, if you're finished with your duties in there, go down and get Hanks clothes from the car."

You finally complete his ass wiping and are glad to leave this stinking bathroom and get some fresh air outside. Misha hands you Hank's keys and tells you it's the white Porsche parked along the street. You don't even ask if you can wear clothes, because you already know the answer.

Returning with Hank's gym bag in one hand and his expensive pants and sports coat on a hanger in the other, you lay them out on Misha's bed. You secretly hope this impresses her. She doesn't pay attention to you as she undresses and slips into the shower with Hank. You can here them talking and laughing. You just know his hands are sliding all over her naked body, grabbing her tits the way you have never been allowed.

Then out of no where your stomach grumbles with hunger. the only thing you've had today is Misha's shit. One time Misha went out on a date and brought back some left overs for you, but you can't always depend on that. You know she won't let you go into the kitchen unless you are preparing meals for her. You hope she doesn't forget to feed you later.

After Misha and Hank get dressed and she applies more make-up, then shackles you to the bathroom toilet before they leave.

"Don't stay up too late," Hank says and snickers.

"Oh you're too funny," Misha says.

You have already decided you hate Hank for fucking your wife and he seemed to enjoy making you lick the shit out of his ass. But you love Misha and want only her happiness. You fall asleep and wake up to see it's past midnight.