Tiffani wasn’t allowed to touch her own husband’s cock unless it had just come out of the asshole of some other slut and then only with her mouth. She should have read the prenup more closely, but it was too late by the time she realized that she’d married into being a permanent ass-to-mouth slut.

“What if I divorce you?” she’d asked.

“Then you still have to be my ass-to-mouth slut, but you don’t get to live in the house, you have to live in the shed in the back yard,” he’d told her, showing her the paragraph in the agreement.

She wanted to resent her situation, but really, after the first two months, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.