My Second Maid-Ass Experience: When Hotwife Made Me Her Responsibility-Free Slave

Living as a cuckold in chastity has always meant bending to my hotwife’s rituals. But after she arranged the maid’s asshole as my new outlet, everything changed. Suddenly, my wife didn’t even need to offer her own ass anymore. She became completely responsibility-free.

For me, the shift was strange at first. I used to lick her asshole after her dates—it was my ritual. Now, she casually waved me away, saying:
“Why should I waste my time bending over for you? The maid is there. Go serve her.”

It hurt… but at the same time, there was a spark of excitement. Something new. Something forbidden. My hotwife had found me a hole, and it wasn’t hers.

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The Maid’s Win-Win Situation

Our maid became part of the arrangement smoothly. She wore her pierced panties, keeping her pussy covered like always. Her excuse? She was faithful to her husband. And in truth, she wasn’t cheating—she was only offering me her asshole, never her vagina.

And for her, it was win-win. She got small gifts and money from my hotwife for her “service.” And what could be more thrilling than knowing your landlord is also your slave? That too, an asshole-obsessed slave kneeling behind you after work.

Her shy, mischievous smile became my new drug.

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The Ritual of Permission

I wasn’t allowed free access, of course. My hotwife controlled even this. On the days she had long dates, or came home late from office, she’d send me a message:
“Get ready. She’s waiting with her juicy ass tonight.”

The words alone made my cage throb. I would dress in my short cuckold maid outfit, my cock straining behind steel, and kneel to serve the maid’s asshole while my hotwife was out being fucked by her Bulls.

Sometimes I’d lick her for hours, until my jaw ached. Each time felt like being allowed to breathe air after drowning.

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The Painful Discovery

But cuckold life always comes with bitter truths.

One night, by chance, I discovered my hotwife was having anal sex with her favorite Bull. That crushed me. Not because she did it—she could do anything she wished—but because she didn’t even tell me.

I had thought her asshole was reserved only for me to clean, to lick, to serve. But there she was, giving that privilege to someone else. My cage throbbed with pain, and yet, my tongue still obeyed when the maid bent over for me later that night.

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A Weekend of Ass

Another time, she had a special date with her boss. She was away the whole weekend. For two days, I had uninterrupted access to the maid’s ass.

I worshipped it, kissed it, pushed my tongue as deep as I could. She relaxed into it, obedient and smug, knowing exactly how desperate I was.

And then came the surprise.

As my tongue probed her tight hole, something soft pressed out. At first, I thought it was just natural. But no—when it touched my lips, I realized… it was cheese.

The maid giggled, embarrassed but playful. Later, I learned my hotwife had planned it—just another humiliation, another twisted ritual to remind me that I was nothing but an asshole lover, destined to eat whatever was given to me.

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Denied, Always Denied

Even after all that, my wife never let me rise above my station. One night, when I longed for just a kiss on her lips, she pulled away with a laugh.

“Lip kisses are for men who fuck me. Not for you.”

That rejection stung harder than the cage. Harder than the cheese. It carved my place into stone: cuckold, maid-dressed, tongue-deep in assholes, begging for scraps of intimacy that would never come.

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The New Normal

This second experience taught me what true cuckold slavery feels like. My wife doesn’t need to give me anything. She is responsibility-free now.

The maid gets her gifts. My wife gets her Bulls.
And I… I get assholes.

And strangely enough—I’ve learned to crave every humiliating second of it.

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