My Third Experience: Deeper Into Chastity, Maid Ass, and Hotwife Freedom

My Third Experience: Deeper Into Chastity, Maid Ass, and Hotwife Freedom

Life as a cuckold has a way of evolving. What began as simple rituals—licking my wife’s ass after her Bulls—has now become something much bigger, something I never imagined. Our journey took another level, and I was dragged along in chastity.

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Hotwife Freedom, My Silence

My hotwife became more and more involved in her dates. She didn’t even bother to inform me anymore. At first, it hurt. But soon, I realized this was her freedom. She grew into it—got a promotion at work, built a respectable position in local society. She was radiant, admired, and unstoppable.

Meanwhile, one Bull became special to her. She often stayed overnight with him, bareback, wrapped in passion. It wasn’t the “arrangement” anymore—it was real. And eventually, she confessed.

She sat me down one night and said:
“I love you. You are the pillar of my life. But I’ve also fallen for him. I can love two men at once—one for stability, one for thrill. That’s my truth.”

I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t. Deep down, I knew my role. This was our new normal.

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More Chastity, More Maid

She tightened the rules for me. Longer chastity periods, stricter control. Yet, she gave me one freedom—permission to ask the maid for ass play when she was away.

The maid agreed, but her rules remained:

No vagina.

No touch of any other body part.

Only her asshole, always exposed through pierced panties.

My hotwife loved this rule. “It wouldn’t be fair for you to get a taste of pussy, not even by accident. You’re mine, my cuck. Your tongue belongs only to assholes.”

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Addicted to Her Asshole

Over time, I became obsessed. I learned to worship that hole in countless ways. My tongue trained itself to stretch, twist, probe deeper until her ring dilated and welcomed me in.

And the tastes… oh, I knew them all.

After exercise, her ass was salty, dripping sweat.

In the mornings, musky, earthy, raw.

Sometimes I even tasted sebaceous secretions—jelly-like, slippery, unforgettable.

And then there was the cheese play. My favorite. The way it popped out unexpectedly, filling my mouth with humiliation and thrill.

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New Positions, New Humiliations

I experimented with positions:

Her in doggy, me behind on my knees.

Her squatting while I lay beneath, tongue reaching up.

Face-sitting, where she ground her hole into my mouth until I couldn’t breathe.

Each angle brought a new taste, a new intensity. I craved it more every time.

Once, I even begged her to sit on a cake. She smirked, pressed her ass down into the frosting, and then commanded me to lick it clean. I buried my face in the creamy mess, licking sugar and musk, shame and sweetness.

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My Place, Her World

This is where I am now. My hotwife thriving, glowing, in love with her Bulls. My maid ruling my tongue with her strict but thrilling rules. And me—locked, addicted, humiliated, but strangely fulfilled.

I don’t kiss lips. I don’t fuck. I don’t even get near a pussy.
I am a cuckold in chastity, a slave to assholes, a man whose world has become the taste of holes and the denial of everything else.

And I’ve learned to love it.