Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... sagging turd between my lips. Again the tortuous labour of chewing and swallowing, before the next one drops like a ripe mango. I fear I will not be able to keep up. My wife has noticed my problem and taps me on the back of my head to hurry me up. It is no use. Helga's shit is just too hard and dry for me to cope. I signal with my eyes. 'What?' 'Water', I manage to mumble with my mouth full. 'Hey Helga, would you mind flushing your toilet? I think it's getting clogged.' 'What? Flush the toilet? What do you... Oh, I see, ja ja, flush the toilet. Good, very good. I think I shall flush the toilet now.' Helga moves her shit-smeared ass up, then sits her cunt down on my face, all in one swift move. She settles a bit until she is sure her piss hole is right over my mouth. I am awed by the ease and swiftness of the manoeuvre. I am sure she has had lots of practice to perfect it. There is a short pause before a thick stream of piss floods my mouth. My gratefulness has no limits. I can hear them behind the half-closed bedroom door. She is howling like a monkey, while he grunts like a pig. I am sure she has planned this, for me to come home and find them. I'm not sure what hurts me more, finding them or knowing she planned it that way. I step closer. She's on her back, thrusting her hips up at him. He is a fat slob with a broad ass that shudders as he rams into her loins. I know my wife is close to orgasm. She is whining and moaning now, and digging her long red fingernails into his ...

... back. She throws up her legs and wraps them around his waist. Her ass is fully exposed between his spread legs. I can hear the wet thuds when his sweaty balls slap against her anus. I can hear the sickening 'slop slop slop' as his ugly cock greases in and out of her slimy cunt. I grab hold of the doorpost as I feel close to fainting. Of all the things an angry wife is capable of, this is the one I had always hoped, against better judgment, I would be spared. 'Yes! Yes! Oh yes!!!' She has never done that with me. Quiet as a mouse. Like a thief in the night she would steal her orgasms from me. My heart is crumbling to dust. He is thrusting wildly now, like a steam engine, in and out, in and out. Then his ass cheeks clamp together, his back arches, he thrusts his balding head backwards. Like sword thrusts to my heart I feel his semen spurt out of his cock and explode against her cervix. 'Oh Peter, so good you could drop in. Don't go anywhere. I'm going to need you.' The balding head whirls around. I should have known. It is Jack. He looks as surprised as I do. 'Gee Peter, I - I - I don't know what to say...' His cock is still inside my wife, but he is apologizing. God Carla, what have we come to. 'Oh now don't go all whiny on me, will you? I told you he won't mind. Right Peter?' 'Uh, no, of course not. Don't worry, Jack, it's OK.' Jack rolls over. The foreskin of his limp dick stretches as it pulls out from between my wife's cunt lips, which are pressed together tightly now she ...