A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02

... dinner as well, I'm hungry."

I couldn't believe it. I was starving after a long day at work.

"That's my dinner," I spoke out, regretting it immediately. "Have your 'slave' make yours if you're hungry."

Goddess Celeste looked mortified, and Goddess Nicole's face grew red with rage.

"What an insolent husband!" Goddess Nicole cried out. "He's going to need a lot of corrective action tonight."

Goddess Celeste nodded. "Of course, Goddess," she replied. "You know best."

Goddess Nicole paused to think for a moment before standing up.

"Goddess Celeste," she began. "Take the slave and his head into the gap between the couch cushions."

My wife did not hesitate. This woman truly had control over her. In moments she had grabbed me and forced my back against the couch. She then grabbed my head and pressed it backward, burying me in the seams. Goddess Nicole then began to lower herself onto me.

"No, wait," I cried out. "I'm sorry, you can have the tacos!"

Goddess Nicole laughed. "Of course I can, that doesn't change the fact that your behavior needs to be corrected."

Goddess Nicole lifted her dress and continued to lower herself. The rippling cottage cheese-esque cellulate that made up her massive ass began to blot out the light of the room. I could see the brown hair contrasting with her pale ass crack as my fate was sealed.

Before long, my nose was flush against Goddess Nicole's ass crack. The couch parted a bit, and I slid between her cheeks. She ...

... then lifted her legs and resumed resting them on her husband's back, shifting nearly all of her weight onto me and the couch.

Darkness enveloped me, and soon the sounds of eating began above me. I could hear Goddess Nicole sloppily consume the tacos as I was trapped beneath her in the folds of the couch, barely able to breathe. What little air I could suck in was tainted with the sour stench of stale ass sweat. I had grown to love Goddess Celeste's smells over the years, but this woman's new scents were just offensive to me.

I let out a soft gag, probably inaudible to the two feasting ladies. I could hear them talk between gulps and lip smacks as they enjoyed the meal I had prepared for myself and my wife.

"You have to scent train them aggressively," Goddess Nicole lectured. "If there's even a hint of defiance, it's right back into the ass crack. No exceptions. Don't even dare entertain begging."

Goddess Celeste nodded. "That all makes sense. He's just so...stupid," she continued. "I'm glad you're here to help this weekend."

Goddess Nicole laughed. "Me too," she replied. "Breaking the new ones is fun anyway!"

The two women laughed while wolfing down the remainder of the meal. After finishing, Goddess Nicole sighed and leaned back, resting her hands on her massive stomach. She let out a soft burp and sighed.

"Not a bad meal," she said. "I see you watched my training video on having them knowingly make gassy foods. Good work!"

Goddess Celeste laughed. "It ...