Unfortunate Husband: The Time Has Already Passed
Author note (Caution):
This tale is filled with humiliating and degrading scenarios. If you find cuckold themes objectionable, this could be unsuitable for you. Also, it contains tastes such as flatulence, smell fetish, hirsute armpits, female submission...
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Leyla slowly slid her smelly foot into her tight shoes while her spouse watched anxiously. She then repeated the process with the other leg, swayed her hips, and performed a few buttocks shakes towards him. Her backside was gyrating, making an audible thwap in the space. She smirked when she heard a pained groan from behind her. Oscar detested it when she teased him with her plump ass. The male suffering from a chastity cage merely intensified the torture. As she stood to step into the black stilettos Sebastian had purchased for her, she admired how sexy she looked. She couldn't wait to wear them for her love.
"Leyla, may we converse?" Oscar inquired, seated on the bed.
"How do I appear?" Leyla inquired innocently, turning to face her husband. She put her hands behind her head, displaying her unkempt and armpit hair to her husband. Despite Oscar's adoration for her ample figure, he loathed her not shaving her armpits - as instructed by her lover. Hence, she tended to put reminders everywhere around him, giggling internally. In no time, he could smell her without her lifting her arms.
"Stunning," Oscar said through gritted teeth, not once mentioning the hair. His annoyance stemmed from the fact that it symbolized her submission to their bull.
"You enjoy my appearance?" Leyla inquired, turning again to examine her reflection. She smirked once more, imagining what Sebastian wanted. She was wearing a pretty tank top that emphasized her roly-poly tummy, tights that showed off her rotund behind, and heels that made her buttocks even bigger. The only body hair visible was the growth under her arms. She followed her lover's request, but his demands had a much more significant impact: the odor exuding from her. It was her natural, unadulterated, womanly stench. She hadn't bathed for three days, and her cravings were taking over.
"You seem ravishing," Oscar confessed with resentment.
Leyla ignored her husband's disturbance and admired her appearance. She blew some of her locks to one side and appraised her pose in the full-length mirror. Her pigtails worked perfectly, just the way Sebastian desired. She glanced at her spouse, frowning to see his expression, and decided better than to reveal her provocative look entirely. She wrapped her bathrobe around her curvaceous figure and took a seat beside him.
Her dress was a deliberate distancing method, hiding the body that belonged to him, and belonging solely to the man she considered her "daddy." She assumed he wanted to talk about something important. Thus, she adopted a receptive and concerned expression.
As she saw his peculiar gaze, she suspected he knew what she wanted to discuss and acted uninterested. Was he upset about her leaving home? Was he demanding her to stay?
"I desire to see 'daddy,' but I must speak with you first, Leyla," he said urgently.
She loosened her bathrobe and faced her husband, showing a portion of her curvy figure. "If you'd prefer that I not dress for my dad, I'm more than willing to dress for you, honey. My body belongs to him, but I still love you," she said reassuringly. [
What the hell was wrong with this guy? Her thoughts went through her head, and she briefly entertained the idea of leaving him behind. He had no regard for what made her happy, and although he could barely provide for her, she assumed it was his tendency to be an overbearing spouse. If he had her best interests at heart, he would understand...
"Honey, I simply need to talk. We need to discuss important matters," Oscar stated.
Leyla rolled her eyes and finally discarded the bathrobe, leaving herself exposed in front of her husband. "This is incredibly inappropriate," she whispered angrily.
A sense of satisfaction overcame Oscar as his wife intentionally showed her body only to hide it moments later, demonstrating the minimal value she placed on their physical intimacy. "My wife's body belongs to 'Daddy,'" she sneered contemptuously.
Hearing her say that caused pain. Oscar tightly grasped his moist palms as he struggled to convey his emotions. His cock cage was uncomfortable, even more so now that she was near enough for him to smell her genuine, sensual scent.
"Stop interacting with Sebastian," she declared.
Oscar's heart raced so fast he thought he was hyperventilating. After a brief moment of gazing at the floor anxiously, he finally gathered the bravery to lift his gaze.
The expression on her face was anything but joyful.
"Why?" she questioned with irritation in her tone.
"It causes me agony," he explained. "I've been under immense pressure recently. Because you refer to him as 'daddy.' Because you obey his every command, even if I disagree. I didn't want you to cease shaving your armpits, yet you did it for him. I didn't want you to shower daily, you still maintained that ritual for him. I didn't want you to wear a cock cage, but you forced me to don one since you claimed he wouldn't have sex with you otherwise. For heaven's sake, you maintain a fixation on him, making no effort to view me in the same light," he said.
Leyla sighed. Her husband was weak. So unlike her daddy.
"You chose this," she said. "You requested I sleep with someone else. You mentioned it all the time. You. Not me. Now, six months after meeting daddy, you want to terminate this affair? Is that right?"
When would you stop vomiting 'daddy'? he angrily questioned within his mind. Oscar nodded.
"And what about me? Did you contemplate whether I would also cease interacting with him?" Leyla inquired.
"I...well...." He mumbled.
Leyla stood up and turned to face Oscar. "The response is no."
Oscar looked at his wife in desolation.
"You never cared about me. It was all about your pleasure, your fantasies, your fetish. Well, I put an end to this. Now, I desire for it to be about me too!" Leyla verbalized with heightened sensitivity.
"But..."
"You're selfish, Oscar. You're being selfish by demanding I cease my relationship with him simply because it seems bothersome to you that I have the best sexual intercourse of my life with him," Leyla shouted. "You're troubled that I would perform any act for his genitalia. If he instructed me to implore him on all fours, to bark like a dog or grunt like a pig to be allowed to suck his genitalia? I'd do so in a moment, Oscar. If he insists that I lick his anus while you and the kids are present, I would without hesitation. He's the greatest man I have ever encountered. He's my daddy, my lover, my man. You ought to be aware that this bothers you, but you must accept it. I can't exist without him."
Oscar couldn't stop the tears from falling. He had lost her. She would select Seb over their family if given the option.
Leyla sighed, "Let's compose ourselves, sweetheart. Come here." She grasped her husband's weeping face and brought it toward her cleavage. He immediately pressed and rubbed his sobbing, wet face on it, and she inhaled with disdain at his weakness and childishness.
She reached out to move her nails through Oscar's hair. Seb once remarked he enjoyed long nails. Thus, the following day, Leyla obtained a manicure.
"I need more, dear. I want to be his girl." Oscar wept even harder. "We converse daily on the telephone, he makes me laugh, and I genuinely adore him. I treat him like royalty, honey. You have always been a cuckold, but I plunged deeper into adultery. When I fellate him, honey, I gaze directly into his eyes. Sometimes, I spend an extended period of time simply smelling him, relishing his manly aroma. It's simply steamy...."
Despite the agonizing words, her touch and tone continuously felt comforting.
"So you'll never stop interacting with him?" Oscar inquired guiltily.
"Never," Leyla asserted as she stepped back and faced his eyes with sadness. "I will not cease interacting with daddy. I'm going to proceed being his servant, or even more. In fact, he asserted he had something significant to tell me tonight, and I believe it's extremely important. If he asks me to become his girlfriend as I anticipate, I'll agree."
Oscar's heart thudded in his chest. She was definitely leaving him.
"Darling, I don't want to lose you!" Oscar wailed, pressing his tear-streaked face against her shoulder, "You reek of his semen and sex all the time now! I can't even kiss you, let alone touch you! It's unbearable!"
Leyla's face softened, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"Oscar, darling, my poor husband... It's much too late for that. I loved you. I loved you so much before I met Daddy."
"And now?" He gazed upwards, his eyesight obscured by his sobs. "You have Daddy now, and you seem to relish spending time with him more than with your own family. It almost appears that you're falling in love with him!" He shouted.
"I am," Leyla confessed with a hint of concern. "I'm so in love with him, honey. I love him so much more than I've ever loved you. I'm sorry." She pressed loving kisses onto his sobbing cheeks.
Noticing that he wasn't calming down, Leyla stepped back, loosened her robe, allowing it to fall open, revealing the slutty outfit she wore for her lover.
"Sebastian brings me more pleasure than you ever have, Oscar. At first, I fell in love with him on a physical level, then on a spiritual one. I'm in love with him so much it's painful. I've learned to enjoy sex. He's taught me about my own body."
"Was it really that dreadful with me?" Oscar asked through his tears.
"It was awful, baby. Your penis is so tiny and you cum so quickly that I can't even tell you've been inside me. How would it feel if I had you after he had stretched out my little pussy to accommodate him? I would feel nothing, and you wouldn't either. That's why I asked him if I could completely exclude you from my sex life and lock you in chastity so he could be the only man I made love to, and he agreed," Leyla divulged with a grin.
Oscar was astonished, "You asked him to?"
She lovingly ran her fingers down his back. "It was like a demonstrated devotion, honey. Just like I stopped shaving and bathing. You hate how stinky and sweaty I smell now, right?" She brought his face towards her sweaty, hairy armpit, filling his lungs with the pungent odor. She giggled at his discomfort. "It smells so bad, doesn't it? But Daddy loves me this way, so that's what he gets." She then positioned herself on all fours, lowering her thighs to reveal her thick legs.
Oscar couldn't believe what he was seeing, "You wanted this fat, stinky ass of yours, didn't you?" She smiled mischievously.
Oscar could only nod, mesmerized by his wife's asshole.
Leyla rubbed her sphincter with two fingers and then placed them to her nose to inhale her own aroma. She groaned from the visceral pleasure it brought her. God, it smelled so good. It stank, and she adored it. Daddy would soon be fucking it, leaving her with the aftereffects for a few days, and she shivered at the thought.
She spread her asshole wide, "You also yearn for this fat, stinky ass of mine, don't you, honey?"
Oscar could only nod, fixated on his wife's backdoor.
"Isn't it unfair that Daddy is allowed to ravage this delightful, tight, stinky hole while you, my spouse, are forbidden to even touch it?"
Oscar moaned, "It's so unfair!"
Leyla giggled, "You're right it is. Come here." She beckoned him closer, and Oscar inch by inch moved closer up to his wife's asshole. Finally, after so many years, he was about to smell it. He extended his tongue...
Only to be pushed back by Leyla.
"Tsk tsk. That's not for you, no touching." She denied him.
He was utterly crushed by her humiliation and denial, causing him to freeze.
She brought her spread asshole up to his nose, "My asshole belongs to Daddy. What you, my husband, receive instead is..."
"BLLBLBLBLBLBBLLBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRP!"
She expelled a massive, loud, foul-smelling fart, and Leyla let out a sigh of pleasure.
Oscar started gagging at the smell, and Leyla couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.
"Leyla... Don't you enjoy this?" He whined.
She giggled, "Yes, darling. But I've got other plans for you. What I had in mind was..."
"I totally did, but..." was Oscar's response as he continued to cough.
"And you received something so amazing from it!" she chuckled, holding his face gently between her hands. Man, her breath smelled just like her fart. "I really adore being a cuckold, Oscar. I do. I want to remain married to you, sweetheart. I love humiliating you. And deep down, I know you love it as well. I know you. Your tears won't change anything, honey. You can divorce me if you want, but if you desire me in your life, you must first acknowledge that I am Seb's adulterous, smelly whore, then I am our child's mother, and eventually, I am your wife."
"My God, the stink!" She interrupted, waving the air around to clear out the strong odor of her fart filling the room. She laughed at her husband's wincing face and at the small erection he seemed to have, still trapped in the chastity device.
Layla stepped back and displayed her plump body to her husband.
Oscar gazed upon her stunning, curvaceous, sexy physique in her slutty attire.
"You look so attractive... can I..." he tried to touch her breasts.
Leyla swatted his hand, "no touching, it's not yours. I dress up for him since he fucks me better than you ever could. I'm his whore. He gets all of me, not you."
She continued, "by the way, he booked me a trip to have my nipples and clit pierced for him. I'm so excited about it, but I was also thinking about getting a tattoo like 'Ben's Stinky Cheating Slut' over my vagina. What do you think about this?" She teased him.
Seeing only his distraught, tortured expression, she sighed. "I think I'll make an exception for your denial tonight. I'm in a generous mood, so while Seb gets all of me, you get two fingers." Layla showed him the two fingers she planned to use if he stopped sobbing.
"Two fingers?" Oscar inquired, calming down a bit. "What can you do with two fingers?"
She giggled, "You're always so cheeky! I'm going to jerk you off one last time, of course! I don't need more than two fingers, considering how small you are!"
Oscar nodded instantly. He could not believe his luck. Finally, finally, he was going to be freed from the cage! Leyla reached out, unlocked him, and used two fingers to wrap around Oscar's penis. She gently massaged his small penis up and down, and he moaned.
"I can't believe how small you are, I'm jerking you off with two fingers, while even with both hands, I can't spread apart dad's cock!"
Oscar didn't even take note of her words, too engrossed in the satisfaction he was finally feeling after being denied for so long.
"I'm going to keep seeing my dad, and there won't be any arguments about that. This is your life now, Oscar. You're a cuckold. You don't get to control me. Daddy controls me. He orders me to widen my buttocks and spank myself before he screws them? I do it. He tells me to wear a collar and leash, walk me around like a dog and urinate like a puppy in the street? I do it. He tells me to spit in your face?" She spat hard on his forehead, startling him and making him open his eyes. "I do it. He tells me to fart?" She closed her eyes, concentrating on pushing out.
"BBRRRRPPP!"
"I do it." She said with a satisfied smile.
"He orders me to be his stinky, adulterous whore? I do it. He tells me to wear a buttplug all day without you knowing? I do it. Do you understand what I'm saying, honey?" she asked.
"I do," he whined as he moved his hips toward her fingers.
"You'll be locked indefinitely, Oscar. I never want to see your tiny, pathetic penis again, understood?" She blew her smelly sperm breath directly into his nose.
Oscar moaned in agony but persisted in moving his hips. It was so horrible, so emotionally painful, yet the physical pleasure was too intense to stop after being denied for so long.
"You're my cuckold," she whispered in his ear. "I've had enough of you trying to direct me. You'll listen to me from now on, and I'll listen to daddy. Do you get it?"
Oscar nodded and thrust his hips pathetically. She kissed him on his wet cheek.
"Great, because I've also decided that Sebastian will fuck me raw from now on. I want his sperm deep inside me and I want to bear his child," she said sexily.
This news terrified Oscar, and he struggled to catch his breath as he moved his hips.
"No, you don't have to consult me on that. It's my body, Oscar. I've chosen to have Sebastian breed the crap out of me. He's going to blast his seed deep into my womb, and I'll be a mother again, all thanks to him." Leyla said this as she let go of his tiny penis.
Oscar made a noise of distress, anger, and denial. He was getting furious with her taunting.
She stepped back against the wall. Then, she removed her heels, stroked one foot over her husband's pokey wang, and the other against his nose.
Oscar snorted. He snorted her stinky, sweaty tights and feet as if his life depended on it while he continued to thrust pathetically against his wife's other foot. God, it stunk, but the other foot felt so good and soft against his throbbing dick...
A few seconds later, Leyla could feel Oscar's business shaking. She swiftly lifted his joystick and retracted her foot just before he could unload.
"No jizz for you tonight," she told him matter-of-factly. She wiped and massaged the other foot across his face one last time before securing his penis firmly in the tiny purse again.
Oscar was too stunned to reply. She had denied him. Again. After months in the ladypants, she hadn't even let him cum one last time.
He felt shattered. He couldn't hold back his tears of frustration any longer.
"Now I'd like to continue getting ready for Seb, so please go ensure the whole house is clean for my partner."
"Okay," Oscar responded, his eyes void of emotion as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He loved her too much to split, and she loved Seb too much to end things with him.
She hugged him tightly, pressed against her, he could smell her unwashed underarms, but he was too brain-fried mentally to react. He simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the final bit of physical closeness his wife was willing to share.
"BBBBBGGGGGGGRRRRRRPPPPPPP!"
Another loud fart escaped, and Oscar didn't even notice this time.
"Thanks," he said, unsure of the reason.
"You're welcome." She exhaled happily and blissfully. Seb would enjoy how pungent and gas-filled she was. She couldn't wait to sniff herself in front of him. It's just a stinky, unique show for the man of her life. "Now please leave the room so I can finish getting dressed to delight in daddy's huge schlong," Leyla said, turning back toward the mirror.
"I love you," Oscar mumbled idly before leaving the room.
Leyla flashed a melancholic smile at her exiting injured spouse and said, "I used to love you too, honey."
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