Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... action, frolicking through the soft furrows of her rosebud. Her ass shudders slightly and I feel the rim of her asshole swell. The short dry sputter of a fart breaks the silence. It smells of shit. Then something soft and slippery slithers swiftly over my tongue and pushes through my lips into my mouth, like a snake. I am overcome by the stinging, bitter taste of shit. I realize she has neatly curled a long thin turd inside my mouth. It is soft like mashed potatoes. I'm afraid to chew, as I fear the taste will get stronger. Already the inside of my mouth feels numb. With my tongue, I pry off small chunks I can actually swallow. 'Hurry up. There's more where that came from.' My wife has shifted her ass to one side and is looking down at me over her shoulder. The shine in her eyes betrays how much she enjoys the sight of my mouth stuffed with her shit. 'Take out your dick and jerk off for me. I want to see you come while I shit into your mouth.' I do as I'm told. My cock is hard like a rock. 'Harder! Show me how much you like my shit.' She grabs my cock and yanks it painfully with hard, explosive jerks. At the same time, the next turd starts flowing from her asshole into my mouth. The combination of both sensations is more than I can take. My hips jerk violently as my sperms shoots all the way up to the ceiling. But my wife hasn't finished. She keeps on pushing her long eel-like turds into my mouth, until a series of prattling farts announce the depletion of her bowels. She ...

... then shifts her ass backwards until her cunt is over my face. 'How about some champagne to rinse down your lunch, darling?' She doesn't wait for an answer. A thick stream of piss bursts from between her cunt lips and explodes against my lips. When I open up my mouth, it shoots straight down my throat with uncontainable force. I struggle to gulp down as much as I can. 'You can lick me clean now.' She is lying on her back and spreads her legs. I dive in between them and lick off the streaks of shit along the inside of her buttocks and around her asshole. 'Don't change your shirt. And don't wash. Go as you are. Surely you won't dare go near your secretary with my shit on your breath.' Muffled laughing from the living room. I'm in the bedroom, watching a boring show on the tube. My wife is sharing secrets with Susan, our neighbour. I can't make out what they're talking about. 'Peter.' Now what? 'Peter dear, gotta go.' This has become a routine by now. The wife gotta go. When the wife gotta go, the loving husband assumes the position and the wife drops her panties and... well, she goes. 'Did you hear what I said?' Is she serious? I look at my wife, then at Susan. She can't pretend to do me in front of our neighbour? I can hear Jack break down in incredulous laughter when Susan tells him. Jack is Susan's husband and my friend. 'Well?' I'm facing my wife, pointing out Susan with nervous eye movements. 'Suse? Never mind Suse. We have no secrets for each other.' Suse. Who is not losing ...