My Wife and the Worm-holes

We didn’t know it at the time, but the early years of the 21st Century brought a change that would come to define all of our lives: wormhole technology.

The first units were massive. Warehouse-sized devices, driven by an entire power plant and requiring a team of dozens to operate, huge and unwieldy and full of the promise of humanity no longer being bound by space. The next two decades saw a reduction in size tenfold, a hundredfold, ten-thousandfold, until the wormhole devices could fit in a small ring around the event horizon. Stability was improved to as-good-as-permanent connection. After public disclosure, humanity could safely travel almost anywhere in the blink of an eye using a local public Doorway. Even medicine was revolutionised as wormhole exploration of the body allowed unforeseen investigation and diagnosis. In many ways it was a golden age.

Unless you happen to have bought a classic shipping company at exactly the wrong time.

What do you do when you’re haemorrhaging money in a new utopia? Just don’t worry about it, it’s fine right? Denial saw us through the first couple of years.

“So, I think we might be in trouble.”

I could see the worry on my wife’s face deepen. If we’re talking about it, it’s real, and if it’s real, we’re in deep shit. The fact we’ve been bleeding money constantly for years while I tried to pivot the company to wormhole shipping hasn’t passed her by. Her job managing the company accounts meant she knew just how deep we were in, but giving the problem a voice gave it a reality of its own.

But I’ve said the words. There. Seal broken. “Even selling the company is going to leave us in debt.” It became easier as I went on. “I’m going to need a new job. You’re going to need a new job. I’d say we should sell the house, but we bought somewhere convenient for travel. We’ve lost most of the value, and the market is so bad that would just be one more loss to eat.”

My wife thought for a moment. “OK, new jobs. Might take a few weeks, but we’ll work something out though, right? We’re well educated, you built that company from a small local player to, OK fine, a less small player, and I learned a lot managing the accounts. You’ll see, we’ll be fine”. My wife, positive as always. A shaky smile lit up her face, and I pulled her close.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” Our embrace tightened. Comforted for now, we could only pray for a lucky break.

* * * * * * * *

It had been four months since we sold the company. Four months of both of us trudging to the Doorway, interviewing, hearing back in four weeks, six weeks at the most sir, the jobs are in such high demand but we’ll be sure to let you know sir. Karen slipped down next to me on the couch, nuzzling in beside me; she had fared no better. I let my eyes roam over her, and felt thankful that at least I have her.

Just over five feet tall and willow slender, rosebud lips and dark eyes even more stunning in her milk-white face, she takes my breath away normally – but the most positive aspect of job hunting was seeing her in business wear every day. The way her pencil skirt hugged the curve of her hips, the sheen of her stockings highlighting her legs, the soft feel of her blouse against my hand, all conspired to leave me barely coherent. I realised she was looking at me in the same way. Our eyes met. The home wormhole manager chimed as our groceries arrive in the pantry. We were hungry for something else.

Our lips met as I slid my hand along her thigh. Our tongues twirled together as my hand edged further, to her stocking tops, past them, to the softness of her thigh. Her hand slid over my chest for a moment, then up to my collar. I kissed my way along the corner of her mouth, to her jaw, her collarbone. She leant back, pulling me forward by the collar, and I knew exactly what she wanted. My mouth moved down further, my hands opening the buttons of her blouse. I kissed down the swell of her breast, but didn’t stop. Further down her stomach, over her skirt, and finally placed a kiss on her inner thigh as I unzipped the side of her skirt. I started to slowly kiss up through the inside of her thighs as her now loosened skirt gave way. Her hands found my hair and she leaned back further, and spread her legs. As my face was pulled forward, I could see the beginnings of wetness through her lacy black panties. She always likes to feel sexy, no matter if intimacy was on the cards.

She pulled me until I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. As I moved closer, I pulled her panties to the side and kissed the smooth skin around her lips, hearing her gasp in pleasure. She moved her hips against me and I slowly licked and kissed higher, until I planted a light kiss directly onto her clit. I could feel her jerk beneath me. Her hands tightened in my hair, but she knew she would enjoy it more if she didn’t force me yet. I ran my tongue down through her slit, tasting her, pushing deep, before running it back to her clit and beginning to lick and kiss in earnest.

“Oh, fuck yes”, she soon muttered, as I continued to focus on her clit, and I knew she was getting close. Her breathing came faster, and I kept licking kissing, sucking, diving down to catch some of her dripping wetness every few seconds. Soon, her legs closed on my head, and I knew not to stop – eventually she came down from the peak and released me. I wiped my mouth and moved up to kiss her satisfied smile. I pulled out my hard cock, hoping for a brief moment she might return the favour. Instead, she spread her legs wide, and I slid inside. She was so wet; she moaned so sexily; I felt her legs on my back. I tried to fight it, but within minutes I was pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside her.

I had had a few partners before Karen, but I was her first. In some ways I was glad she didn’t have more to compare me to. We were deeply in love, and neither of us could doubt that, but at average length and girth, and sub-average staying power, I’d always felt a little self-conscious that she might want more. In some ways I wanted her to experience that. But, as usual, she didn’t seem to see anything wrong. She just held me close, sighing in satisfaction. She patted my chest, pushed me up and we set about making dinner. Another night a little better at home.

* * * * * * * *

Seven months in, I finally got a job. A job that didn’t quite cover our most basic needs, but would help to stem the constant outward flow of money. Remote work, long hours, co-ordinating logistics and inventory management at boring factory in boring industry. As much time staring at nothing as working. But it paid something.

I was able to work from our home office. In some ways, it was nice – though I was stuck in my office most of the day, I could use our internal home camera and mic to see my wife coming and going, trying to relax after another hard day of no luck searching for work. But more than that, it was so incredibly boring. Naturally, after a couple of weeks, I would spend part of the day sneaking in some porn.

Porn was one of the industries which had fully embraced the new, compact wormholes, with an increasingly deep series of new fetishes spawning from their use, both amateur and professional. Naturally, the first thing most men did was suck their own cocks. Every time I saw it, I knew I would have absolutely tried it if I’d had the disposable income to buy one when they hit the market. I understand it’s more like sucking than being sucked, but hey, I still would. Especially since, despite a good sex life in every other way, that wasn’t on the cards with Karen, though she had never said why.

The list of wormhole fetishes continues though: men fucking themselves (Would I have done that too? No comment); women eating themselves out; men and women going about their day fucking or getting fucked remotely through a discreet wormhole in their underwear; sex positions that would have been impossible before (look up “two girls, twenty-three cocks” if you’re mentally prepared); fucking from the inside out, with spectacular eruptive cumshots.

The ads changed too – no more horny singles in my area. Instead, they were horny and wearing a wormhole. For exorbitant rates, you could fuck anyone, anywhere, who was connected to the “wormwhore” (no, not entomophilia) network directly, men and women alike, using your own personal cock-sized wormhole. Or you could join the Gloryhole network and have cocks simply turn up, ready for whatever you wanted.

All in all, there was more than enough fuel for my fantasies. I had hoped the increased frequency of jerking off to more and more perverse media would mean more staying power with my wife, but even being partially drained was no match for her formidable allure. Every night was the same, a few minutes of (admittedly fantastic) pleasure after making sure she came on my tongue.

At first my browsing brought some level of shame, but over time it became more and more casual. Clearing the history was pointless when I’d only fill it up again, right? Right. Idiot. Yes.

* * * * * * * *

Twelve months. A full year. We were down to almost nothing, and my wife had basically given up on finding a job, as I had given up hope of finding one with better pay. One night after a long shift in work, she came into the office looking a little nervous.

“We’re down to the last month. This is it. If we don’t get some extra money this month, we’ll lose the house. We don’t have money to get another, and we don’t have anything for a rent deposit. As it is we can barely afford to eat.”

She finished and looked down. I know I’ve failed her. She kept looking down as she continued. “We don’t qualify for welfare either because of the assets in this stupid house we can’t sell, and I’ve looked at every option. You’ve looked at every option. And… I know what you look at on the computer.”

My blood turned to ice and her voice became distant in my ears.

“At first I was furious – I thought I was enough for you. And then I saw what exactly you watch, and then I understood why I’d been getting the same ads about wormwhores. So many ads, all the time, every site I visit. Well, almost the same ads as yours.”

I felt like the ads were an unusual thing to focus on here. She continued. “It took me a while to calm down. You need a release. I understand.”

No, she doesn’t, something is wrong.

“I understood better when I watched some of it. And when I saw the costs for joining wormwhores, I mean wow. At first, I thought you were using it, that you were fucking someone else. But I realised that was way out of our price range.”

My heartbeat slowed to a dull whine.

“But then the ads started on my phone. Ads to BE a wormwhore. ‘Earn so much per hour you’ll never work again’. I dismissed it. Ridiculous right, I’m not a whore. Then I spent three months trying to find something else. Anything else. It looks like I’m not working again. Anything low level I’m over-qualified. Anything else I’m rejected. They’ll take me for this though”.

“What? Are you’re signing up? Are you crazy?”

She said nothing, but shook her head, pulled out her phone, and showed me the sign-up page. Showed me the amount of money you make. Per hour. I looked back at her face. I could see she was torn. The porn was nothing besides this, and she knew that; it was simply enough to get it on the table. The only thing that could solve our problems in time.

“Karen…”

“It’s totally safe, I was worried about that too. Turns out they can configure the event horizon to only let human DNA through – no disease. Not there are many that can’t be cured any more. Nothing inorganic at all, so no danger there. You can force anything you want back to where it came from at the push of a button. And to be completely safe they give you an injection that immunizes you to everything. And they give you a couple of internal wormholes as well to make sure no one needs to deal with waste products again. And they don’t broadcast you on the porn networks, that’s only a small fraction of the work they do.”

She looked like she was trying to convince herself as much as me. I knew we didn’t have another choice. She knew we didn’t have another choice. But I couldn’t let her do this, could I?

“Honey, there must be another way.”

She snapped. “We been saying that for a year. A year! Don’t you think we’d have found something by now? I don’t want to do this. We’re married, it’s supposed to be just me and you. But this is money, now, and there’s no other way to get it. We’re in debt up to our eyeballs. At least you have a job, I have nothing! Or do you want to swap? Do you want to sign up and do this? No? Of course you don’t. I’d earn more anyway.”

I had nothing to say to that. I could say nothing. My beautiful, delicate wife. Getting fucked for, as I could see on the sign-up plans, two, four, or eight hours a day. Solving all of our financial problems but in one fell swoop. And creating who knows how many others. I could just picture her being treated the way the porn channels did, getting fucked in the shower, getting fucked while walking in the park, getting fucked while we lay in bed together.

Why was my cock so fucking hard?

* * * * * * * *

Life had been normal for the past few days. Neither of us willing to talk about the sign-up being processed somewhere. We’d watched TV, eaten meagre meals, even had sex with the knowledge it would be the last times she’d never experienced someone else. The last time, just after we finished, I had asked her if she was ready to experience someone else. She had hesitated for a moment before responding.

“I think so? I guess we’ll see. I’ve been thinking of it like the dildos I used to use. It’s gonna be just like that right baby? Like these are sex toys, it’s not even real. What about you?”

I had to think about it for a while. The image of my wife being filled over and over hadn’t really left me. I felt suspended between absolute jealousy and bizarre arousal.

“I remember a few times when we started having sex you used your dildos while I watched. I remember you putting on that show for me and it was really kinda hot. Maybe this will be the same. It’s just sex toys right?”

She met my nervous smile with her own. This would be strange, but we could face it together. I truly loved this woman. I brought my face closer to hers, and we kissed. Gently at first, then with increasing passion. She reached down to find my cock hard again, and gave me a surprised look. I gave a half shrug back and continued kissing her, grinding my body against hers. I started to kiss my way down her body out of pure instinct, and she did nothing to stop me. As I kissed my way back up her thighs, I realised we had never done this before – she was still full of my cum. I moved closer and hesitated.

“Baby,” she said, “you don’t have to ooooh.”

I dove straight in, lapping at her as I always did. In truth the taste of my cum wasn’t too strong, a slight saltiness added to my wife’s musk. I licked her clean and licked her back into a mess as she came on my face. I moved up and kissed her deeply, and she gave me a strange look afterwards, but kissed me again as I slid inside her. With the taste of both of us on my tongue, even having just came, I could only last a few minutes more than normal, but I was rewarded by feeling her cum on my cock. We drifted off to sleep in one another’s arms, contented.

The next day, the delivery wormhole chimed, activated, and we heard the faint whump of a package just big enough to brush the limits of our free-tier home wormholes. Karen went to fetch it, as my heart started to race.

“Is that it?” I asked, unable to tell if I wanted it to be or not.

She nodded. We opened the package. A shot to prevent all disease. Applicators for the internal waste wormholes. How utopian. And a pair of flexible ring wormholes.

“Why a pair?” I asked. “The box says it should only contain one.”

“Maybe a spare?” my wife replied. We were both focusing on anything but the elephant in the room. We sat in silence for a moment as she read the instructional leaflet. She took the shot, and went to the bathroom to use the applicators. She came back shortly in just her gown. “Does that feel ok? Can you feel them?” I asked.

“Yeah they’re definitely in there, I don’t need to pee at all, but I did a minute ago. I can’t feel them though. Benefits, right?” she said with a wry half-smile.

She resumed reading through the manual.

“OK, it looks like I can just put it up against me, and it’ll align itself, reshape itself, and activate for my shift”. We’d settled on two hours – even that felt like an infinite amount of time.

“Do you need me to… help?” I asked. Ha. Useless.

“No please just, stay here with me.”

“Of course I’m here for you. I love you Karen, you know that right?”

“I love you too. OK. Let’s rip this band-aid off.” She gave me a flicker of a smile, grabbed the wormhole, opened her gown and placed it against her lips. I could see through it as it aligned, covering her clit and vagina. Was she… wet? I looked at her nervous face. She can’t be. But would she be wet at the thought of playing with a sex toy? The back of the wormhole took on the mirror haze of an active connection.

I felt her lean against me, asking me to hold her. I was more than happy to – my wife, giving up so much. Her eyes widened.

“I can feel… someone’s cock is touching me – aaaaAAAAH”. She fell fully onto me. My arms surrounded her. My cock was a steel bar in my pants.

“Oh god, honey, it’s sliding into me, oh my god, so hard, oh fuck, fuck, he’s fucking me.” Her eyes were closed tightly. Surely this was torture for her. She started to breathe more and more heavily. I realised she wasn’t holding back pain.

“Does it feel… good?” she looks at me with semi-glazed eyes. “It’s ok to enjoy it honey. It’s just physical.”

That was all she needed. She started moaning loudly, head thrown back. Her breath came harder and harder. My wife was about to cum on another man’s cock. A total stranger, her first apart from me, fucking her from who knows where. She pulled me to her for a rough kiss, then pulled back. She screamed as she came, digging her fingernails into my back. I shot my load in my pants. Fifteen minutes passed with her in a daze, and I realised she was still getting fucked by the same guy. I was hard again. I’m not sure she noticed the cum stain. I’m not sure she noticed anything. Another ten minutes later, and she gasped.

“He came inside me”. I thought I was going to cum there and then, again. My wife, full of another man’s cum. As safe as can be, but still, she was full of someone else.

“What… what happens now? Does it stop and you get a chance to clean up?”

We soon had our answer. Almost immediately another guy started fucking her. It seemed much less intense this time. “Are you ok honey?”

“Yeah, this guy is kinda small, and there’s less friction now, I can keep it together, I think”.

The second guy took a little longer to cum, and I think Karen was glad to recover a little.

The third guy nearly broke her. Right from the start, she looked at me with almost panic in her eyes.

“This one feels… big. He’s – AH – moving in slowly but – FUCK – he’s huge. I held her close as she took the biggest cock of her life. Her third that day, and the third that isn’t mine. She started screaming constantly. I reached for the “reject” button on her phone.

“Don’t, it – ah – costs money”. I still hovered over the button, but she was getting used to it. She pulled the phone out of my hand, puts it down and pulled me to her. “Just lay down with me, kiss me you know, make it – aahhh… aaaaahhh fuck he’s so big oh my god he’s so much bigger than… oh my god.” Bigger than me. She was getting the fucking of her life. I looked down at her taut stomach and realised I could see it. I could see the bulge as this massive cock pumped in and out of my wife’s pussy. I pulled her in and kissed her, as she moaned into my mouth.

The third guy fucked her to within a minute of her shift ending, after which she was practically delirious. I could see him pump an enormous load inside her, adding it to the two already there. The shift ended before anyone else could join, and the wormhole announced a countdown of thirty seconds. I wondered briefly what it was for, before running to get a towel. I got back just in time. I wiped up the mess and Karen kissed me once more and left me to clean herself up. She was covered in sweat, her make-up had run, and she could hardly walk. I had never wanted her more.

I thought over what I had seen and felt and realised it had been the hottest two hours of my life. Seeing my wife in the throes of ecstasy, which I couldn’t give her, made me hornier than I’ve ever been. As she came back from the bathroom, I moved over to kiss her, pressing my body against hers.

She pushed me back a little. “Honey, I saw how hard you were. I know on some level you enjoyed it, and that’s ok. But I’m tired. I just need some romance for a while”. I stepped back. Of course, after two hours I can’t even imagine how she feels. I lay her down on the couch and kissed her gently, rubbing her back. Then I kissed her less gently. Then I started kissing down her neck, kissing her breasts, kissing her hip, until I reached her mound.

“What are you – oooh” I slid my tongue inside her hole. She was looser than usual. How well had she cleaned herself? I realised I didn’t care. I wanted to please my wife as I knew how. I’m sure I lapped up some of their cum along with her juices that night, especially in the flood as she came hard on my mouth. But when I saw the smile on her face I knew. That didn’t matter. This could work.

* * * * * * * *

The arrangement had been in place for a week. Two hours a day was good money. Not quite enough for me to stop working, but enough that we could start buying things again. My wife now provided me with a small sum of money to do whatever I wanted with. This would probably be emasculating if she didn’t already spend two hours a day getting fucked senseless, leaving emasculation far behind in the distance.

Most days were the same. She would finish work, I’d help her clean up, and lick her to orgasm to help her come down and come home. We’d had actual sex only once, and stopped halfway through when she said it started to hurt a little. I asked if she could finish me with her mouth, hoping the new sexual liberation would go that far. Apparently, it did not, and she jerked me onto her chest.

Oral aside though, it was clear her perspectives were shifting.

“Mmm… Did you know the box had a wormwhores free trial included?” She said, as I was licking her clit after a hard day’s work.

“No, that’s strange, do they think that you’d use it?” I replied, between gentle licks.

“Maybe they include it knowing no-one will use it. Or maybe it’s there for you. I did check the ‘married’ box after all.”

“For me? Do you want me to use it?”

She looked thoughtful, and simply pulled my head back down.

Another week passed, and another, with us slipping into an easy routine. Sometimes she would be fucked by a dozen men a day. One memorable time, only one for the full two hours. She would try different times throughout the day to fit in her two hours, and had eventually settled on mid-afternoon. One day during this I’d finished holding her, cleaning her, licking her, and realised after I brought her to one final orgasm that she had fallen asleep instantly. I covered her up and retreated to my office, to find some porn. All I watched now was wormwhores. Close ups of thoroughly used pussies. Any of them could have been my wife, and we’d never know. She knew I watched it now. I settled down, took my cock out and began to browse.

“I wonder if any of those are me?” She asked, directly into my ear, having snuck up on me. Once I recovered, and she finished giggling, she brought up the wormwhores trial. “Would you like to try it?” Her eyes were shining. Was this a trap? Did I even want to try it?

“I don’t know.” I replied. Truthfully.

She hesitated. “I think you should. Just the trial. It’s a week right? 10 minutes a day? Try it tomorrow, when I’m working. Who knows, you might even find me!”

I was shocked. Was she feeling guilty? Or did she think she would enjoy me fucking someone else as much as I enjoyed her getting fucked? Whatever it was, I agreed to try.

The next day at the start of her shift, she asked me to sit with her and try it. I signed up, got everything ready, and turned my wormhole on at the same time as her. She was immediately panting, full of another man’s cock (apparently, quite small but still very much enjoyable), while I was greeted with a gorgeous dark-skinned pussy. I brought the wormhole down to my cock and slowly fed it in. I looked over to see Karen practically drooling at the sight.

“Do you like that?” I asked her.

“Fuck yes, fuck her hard”.

I obliged. For about thirty seconds. I slowed down to stop cumming, right as Karen told me to stop, and try another random one in three… two… one…

This time I saw an almost familiar sight. Karen’s pussy. I’d know it anywhere, despite its currently well-fucked state. And for the first time I saw it directly full of another man’s spunk. She moved towards me, straddled me, her slender body on mine.

“What are you waiting for honey, fuck me now!”

I pushed into her through the wormhole. Her face lit up with the familiar pleasure, and all I could think was how incredibly wet she felt. I wouldn’t last long. I pulled her close, kissed her hard and dumped her second load of the day inside her. Our wormholes beeped in concert – mine telling me my ten minutes were up, and starting to gently force my cock back out. Hers telling her someone else was coming in, and by the looks of it he was a big one. I left her to enjoy as I went to clean myself up. Looking at my phone I realised I could see it contained the matching history. Ana, and a few minutes later, Nadya. Well, of course they can’t use her real name. Nadya – marked as favourite. Preferential matching enabled.

I couldn’t get the thought of seeing her through the wormhole from my mind. Another man had filled my wife and I could see it. That night I dreamt of one thing – eating Karen’s pussy, before she cleaned up for the end of the day. I’d grown used to the faint taste of cum on her after work, and I admitted to myself that all I wanted was to do it for real.

The next day I used my ten minutes in my office. I spent the first few minutes with local and remembered favourites on, flicking through available women. Name after name crawled across my screen, but I only wanted one. I’d left the video monitor for our lounge on, and could see when she was between users. Four minutes in, I found her. Nadya. Karen. I didn’t even need to look at the screen to know. I’d joined towards the end of her shift, and she was dripping with hot cum. I couldn’t resist, and dove in immediately, my tongue running over her clit, her lips, scooping up the cum, cleaning her, swallowing everything. I could see her on the monitor. Was I the first user to lick her? Did she know it was me? Maybe this was too far even for her. I didn’t care. I kept going until I could see her cumming over and over on the monitor. When my ten minutes ended, I cleaned my face, and went out to meet her as her shift ended. She kissed me and went to get cleaned up as usual, and I licked her again, as usual, but this time missing the creamy taste of spunk inside her.

I did the same thing the next day. The fourth day of the trial I couldn’t find her, but on the fifth day I found her immediately, and readied myself for ten minutes with her in my mouth. I began licking her clit, and moved down to her hole. It felt like even more cum than usual, or like it was being forced down into me. I wasn’t complaining, and continued to enjoy the mix of her and the others. About thirty seconds before my session ended, I heard her say in my ear “Does the cum make it better?”

My soul left my body.

When I came back to myself, I found her alternating between giggling and panting as another man filled her. She leaned over to straddle me and started kissing my cum covered mouth. “That was so incredibly hot. I thought I recognised that tongue earlier this week but to see you do it, my – ahh – my god yes, fuck, even better. Why didn’t you just ask?”

“I thought it would be weird. Now that I say that with you getting fucked on top of me, I realise that maybe it’s not that weird.”

“It’s a little weird. But it’s so hot I don’t care. My shift is just about to finish,” she says, leaning back on the desk “and I need you. Fuck me baby.”

She was soaked, both with her juices and at least one more load of cum. I slid in easily, felt her clamp down in an instant orgasm, and it wasn’t long before blew my own load inside her. She looked up at me, and down at her well-used pussy. I dropped to my knees and licked my own cum out of her until she screamed in pleasure.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The next day after she finished work, I cleaned her with my mouth, again. We both knew this was the new normal. She pointed out at the end of the day that I hadn’t used my free time on the wormhole. I had almost forgotten. Did she want to watch me fuck someone else? She looked thoughtful for a moment, and pulled my cock from my always-open pants. I was hard already. She fetched the wormhole, turned it on and we were greeted with a pale slit topped with a tuft of red hair. She quickly brought it to her mouth and gave it a long slow lick. I looked at her in shock. Before I could do anything else she brought the wormhole down to my hard dick and rubbed it against the head, before slowly sliding it in. She started slow, but soon was going as fast as she could. As I came she pressed the lock in place on the phone control. She pulled the now thoroughly used pussy off me and brought it back to her mouth, lapping my cum out of it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Once the woman on the other end clearly had an orgasm, Karen turned off the wormhole.

“What brought that on?” I asked.

“I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. It was kinda nice. I might try it again some time.” I am the luckiest man alive. I pulled her to me, tasting myself and another woman on her, already hard again.

* * * * * * * *

Another week passed in the same routine, until she called me before the start of her shift. She put down her phone, clearly watching porn. Her face lit up in a wicked smile, and I could feel myself getting excited at the sheer potential in the room.

“Hey honey. I have another treat for you.” She rolled onto all fours. “Wanna take my ass?”

We’d never tried it before. I’d never even thought to bring it up, and I’d never tried it with anyone else. Of course I wanted to. I knew I now needed to.

“If you want to, sure.” Yeah, that’s right, play it cool.

She smirked. I wasn’t fooling her.

She wiggled her ass, and I saw it glisten, already well-lubed. I moved to kiss her and she gave me a quick peck and pushed me back.

“Let’s go quickly, I’m starting my shift in a few minutes, and I want to try this first.”

I moved behind her, lining up. I pushed the head of my cock against her pink ring.

“OK, now!” My wife commanded, and I obeyed.

It was tight at first, and I could see the faint struggle on her face. Then she loosened up a little, and I moved in. Further. Deeper. I was inside my wife’s ass. The tightness of her ring and the loose softness inside felt amazing. She looked back at me and we shared a moment of pure connection. I let her take control, sliding herself along my glistening length. She could see I was getting close, when she stopped.

“It’s time to start work.” She brought the wormhole to her dripping pussy, and it flickered to life. Immediately, I felt it. Another man entering her at the same time. Her already tight ass became a vice. I could see her mouth form an ‘o’. Was this too much? Did she need to stop?

“Do you want me to pull out baby?”

“No! Don’t you – AAAH – dare, just move slowly and don’t cum!”

Easier said than done. I could feel this other cock hammering into her on the other side. Maybe thousands of miles away, but right now less than an inch, rubbing the underside of my cock. I was moving as slow as possible but this hard dick inside my wife was stroking me off.

“You ok honey?” I asked. She looked like was struggling a little.

“I’ve never felt so full – I feel like I’m about to – AAH – cum my brains out.”

“Do it baby, cum for me, cum with my cock in your ass and a stranger in your cunt.” Did I just ask her to die? Never mind.

That pushed her over the edge. Her ass clamped down so hard I thought my dick would never recover. The stranger’s cock inside her responded to the new tightness with extra vigour, slamming harder and harder into her, rubbing against me, forcing me to the edge.

“I’m cumming Karen, he’s – aah – making me cum.”

That seemed to send her to a new level. I filled her ass with my cum as I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life, fell backwards onto the couch and immediately passed out.

When I recovered a few minutes later, Karen was still in the middle of her shift, cum leaking from her ass. She was face down on the couch, and I could see her newest (or maybe the same) guy was pumping into her. The force of it was pushing the cum out of her ass. I knew I had to do something, or our couch would be simply ruined, so I selflessly dove right in with my tongue. I felt her jump as I began licking from the wormhole to her ring. Over it. Inside it. Her ass was loose, and thanks to the internal waste wormholes, all I could taste was her skin and my cum. Perfect.

As we ate that night, she asked me if I enjoyed myself.

“You know I did, you just wanted to hear me say it.” She nodded. “I thought you were going to snap my cock off when you came though.”

“Probably worth it though, right?”

“Probably.”

“So speaking of that, I think we should get our own personal wormhole set. We can afford it, and I think we have a few ideas for how to use them.” I matched her devilish grin with my own.

* * * * * * * *

The chime and whump of a delivery. We looked at each other excitedly. Quickly I had unpacked the paired flexible rings.

“How will we use them first?” I asked.

“You – aah – you know where. Since I’m busy. I want to see you do it”.

I was as ready as she was. Sitting next to her, I switched the rings on. I put one of them around my cock, which came out of the ring in my hand. I could see it in front of my face, a bead of pre-cum on the edge. Karen licked her lips. “Do it,” she urged, leaning on my shoulder. I brought my dick to my mouth and licked the pre-cum off. Licked around the head. Definitely more like a cock in my mouth than a mouth on my cock but I could tell – this was good. I started sliding it further into my mouth. Deeper. Deeper. Ack. Too deep.

Karen was laughing gently at my over-eager sucking, but I didn’t stop. I pushed my cock into my mouth just short of where I would gag, which was still most of the way down. Running my tongue under the head as I sucked, I could feel my orgasm building. Karen could tell I was getting close. She held my hand tightly.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?”

“Mmmmm.”

“So hot, do it, cum in your mouth.”

That was all I needed. I flooded my mouth with warm cum. The sensation was overwhelming. I came so much I had to pull my cock out before I choked. A few ropes spurted onto my face, before Karen clamped her lips over the head. Even in the throes of a powerful orgasm I could barely believe it. Even after all the changes I thought I’d never get my cock in her mouth.

As my orgasm subsided she leaned in and kissed me, our tongues lashing against each other in a sea of cum. She pulled back, looked at me and asked:

“Do you like sucking cock?” I realised I really did. It was almost as much fun as fucking, and I could do it any time. I nodded.

“Good,” she said, “because I liked watching you do it”.

“Do you like sucking cock?” I asked back. She paused. I’d brought this up a long time ago and she had dodged the question. Surely she wouldn’t do that again.

“I used to think I didn’t, I sucked a few before we met,” this was news to me. She continued: “and they were always so rough it put me off, but this.. this is complete control. I can definitely get on board with this.”

We shared a smile, and a kiss, as I wobbled back to work on shaky legs.

Later that evening we shared a bottle of wine, and we started discussing finances again. I had been looking up some consumer wormhole items, and she pointed out that we could get me my own set of internal waste wormholes. I jumped at the chance, and we placed the order. I thought it was for convenience, and I realise now she thought it was too, but in a different way.

* * * * * * * *

Chime. Whump. The internal wormholes arrived, I inserted them and within a few minutes I was perfectly cleaned. Karen clapped with delight when I told her, and she immediately revealed her ulterior motive:

“Now I can fuck you in the ass!”

I gulped. Could we do that? I know I’d seen it in porn, but doing it is something else. I looked down, and realised the part of me that apparently mattered most these days had already decided.

Minutes later I was on all fours, with my cock in Karen’s hand, lined up at my ass. She had rubbed lube all over my cock and deep inside my ass, something which felt good enough on its own that I’d almost asked her not to stop. She started rubbing the head of my dick around my ring.

“Do you want it inside you baby?” she asked. She knew I did. She wanted me to say it.

“Yes, do it. Fuck me.”

She didn’t need any further instruction. I could feel my cock entering my hole. I could feel my ass distending. There was a small sting, but it was quickly overwhelmed with pleasure. I felt so full. Karen began pumping my cock in and out of me. The pure pleasure I felt was nearly unbelievable. Every push at my prostate sent a shiver through my entire body. My cock was as hard as it’s ever been, and I could feel every slick surface inside my ass. Karen started slamming in and out of me and I knew I wouldn’t last. I tried to tell her I was cumming, but it came out as a moan. She quickly knew what I meant, but didn’t stop. I filled my own ass with rope after rope of hot cum, until my cock had deflated and my mind was in shreds. I rolled over onto my back as she kissed me from the side, shuffled up, turned and put her dripping pussy directly onto my mouth. I was too dazed to give her the full licking, but was brought back to life when I felt her mouth on my cock, still through the wormhole, as she sucked and licked it clean.

* * * * * * * *

The debauchery continued like that for weeks. We kept it varied. One memorable time after her shift we brought our wormholes to her pussy and both licked the cum from her, another time from her ass. We even found time to have sex like we used to, full of gentle touching and kissing.

Then I lost my job. Company bought by some larger group, and my position as automated into nothingness. I told Karen the bad news. She sat in silence for a moment. “I could go to four hours a day?” I knew she would, but I couldn’t let that happen. Two was enough. Two was fun, even. Two should have been more than enough, but it was enough. I knew what I had to do. I would probably even enjoy it.

“Gloryholes. I’ll sign up tonight.”

The Gloryhole network was more like a matchmaker service than anything, having a cock and wanting to get it sucked paid very little. But there were always more cocks than mouths, and I could command a premium per-person and work at will to try it out.