Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... asshole as if it were my own. You hear?' I nod. Above me, Helga has started pushing again and is grunting with the effort. Her ass moves down several inches as her body contracts, which dislodges my mouth from her anus. My wife's head is right next to mine and together we watch Helga's asshole seemingly turn inside out. The fleshy knob opens up like a flower, shiny pink bubbles popping out and turning a dark blue in front of our eyes. Helga's ass is truly a grotesque sight. It doesn't take long for the tip of a brown turd to emerge. As it slowly inches out, I am overwhelmed by the strong shit smell. As before, Helga's body relaxes and the turd is sucked in again. 'Come on, Helga, push. It's a beauty.' Helga clasps her knees with both hands and growls like a wild animal. The turd pops out its head again and grudgingly edges out. My wife's turds, when she is not having stomach trouble, are usually long pencil-thin affairs, an even light brown, smooth and soft like ice cream. They effortlessly slide out of her ass and melt on your tongue. Helga's turd is an entirely different story. It is dark brown in colour, thick and deeply grooved. Actually, it is a conglomerate of hardened lobes of excrement, pressed together and moulded by intestinal forces. A thin layer of a slimy substance makes it shine in the overhead light. 'Take it in your mouth, shit pig. No need to fake you're disgusted. I know you love the stuff.' My wife the orchestrator, overseeing the whole operation. I bet ...

... she's jerking off like a monkey, watching me eat shit. I move in and embrace the turd with my open mouth. 'Not so fast. Lay it on your tongue. I want to see it slide into your pig mouth.' I cautiously slip my tongue under it and open my mouth wide. The bitter taste stings and numbs my tongue. The smell is so strong it makes me dizzy. Helga has started to push again and I can feel the turd slide over my tongue into my mouth. It is so thick it hardly fits. 'Uh, macht mich so geil dir in der Fresse zu scheissen, du Fotzenschlecker!' There is no end to Helga's turd. Already it is curling up against the back of my throat, and more keeps pushing out of her asshole. No way I can swallow this whole, so with my front teeth I nip off the chunk that is already in my mouth and start chewing. It must be I'm getting used to the taste, it is actually not so bad at all, a lot better than the sourdough my wife usually feeds me. But my mouth is dry and I have trouble swallowing down the dry bitter mass. The rest of the turd keeps pushing out and is already hanging down several inches. I watch it slowly creep out of Helga's asshole, straight toward my face at first, but soon bending down under its own weight. I must hurry before it pops out completely and falls on the floor. Who knows what my wife will do to me if that happens! I swallow hard. Oh my, the turd is thinning out dangerously at the top, pulled down by its weight! I move my head down and turn it upwards, just in time to catch the ...