" (adspicit nihil sursum). The HusbandOnce I accepted that my wife wore the pants and I wore the panties inour relationsh...p, my degradations proceeded degree by ecstatic degree.I was now, she informed me, 'the bitch' and was required to keep mybody shaved. I took on more of the household chores. "The bitch cleansthe bathroom," my wife would explain. "The bitch washes the dishes." Idid as I was told, eager for the moment when she would pat my pantiedass and say "good. You?” “Just finishing a movie, come on in.” He had no couches, only two chairs with a table in between. We each took one. He preceded to watch the movie, glancing at me every so often. Only acknowledged by a slight shake of his head. I had sat my purse on the ground a little ways away. I stood, and bent over to grab my chapstick. He had a full view of my ass. “Really, what are you doing?” “Just getting my chapstick.” I turned and looked at his bemused face. I knew it was time. I stepped. But I also wanted Ms. Martin to force me. She pushed my face forward with one hand while she spread the redhead’s butt cheek with the other. I stuck my tongue out and touched it to the center of the woman’s asshole. She moaned loudly and pushed her butt back into my face. She reached out with one hand and pulled on her other butt cheek, spreading it so wide that my tongue slipped in her asshole.I moved my tongue in and out of her asshole, wiggled it back and forth, up and down. The redhead. I crawled into bed and finished jacking off, thinking about cumming on Lana’s small tits.The next day, Laurel went out shopping and Lana spent the day visiting her old friends. Personally, I did some work around the house, but I also found myself on the internet, surfing porn of petite, teen girls, thinking about Lana. However, I intentionally did not cum, and when Laurel got home, I immediately began undressing her and then fucked her from behind while she was bent over the couch in the front.