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My High School Bully Owns My Wife Part 2 It's happening again. I just heard the front door close, that's him leaving. The house is quiet now except for my wife calling my name from the bedroom, her voice light and casual like she's asking me to take out the trash. My stomach knots up because I already know what this is. This isn't a one-time humiliation; it's becoming a routine. She'll be lying there waiting, his mess still fresh on her, and I'm expected to come in with my tongue and my pride completely gone. This is just my life now. Clean-up duty for the guy who bullied me in high school. I walk into the room and she's just lying there on her stomach, completely relaxed. His load is glistening, a thick white pool right in the deep crease of her ass. I get down on my knees beside the bed, my face level with her ass. I press my tongue flat against her skin at the top of her crack and start to slide downward. I have to work my tongue deep into the crevice, lapping slowly from top to bottom. I feel the ridges of her skin against my tongue as I move. My nose is buried against her cheeks as I push deeper to make sure I get it all from the very base where it’s starting to drip. When most of it’s gone from inside the crack, I move to her cheeks, tracing lazy circles over the smooth skin with broad strokes of my tongue. She lets out a soft sigh when my tongue traces over a particularly sensitive spot near her hole itself. It’s degrading but oddly arousing knowing that his scent is being replaced by my saliva until all that’s left is wet, clean skin. I really like how thorough you are, honey. You get every little bit, don't you? It's so much better this way than if I had to get up and use a towel, imagine getting some of that all over our nice clean sheets. That would just be a mess. When you're finished, why don't we get comfortable on the couch? We can cuddle up under a blanket and watch that movie you've been wanting to see. It'll be nice, just you and me. Okay?