Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... with her foot. My tongue flicks between her toes. She loves to make me gag. 'Keep it open.' She squats. I see her cunt spread as it comes plunging down, but it is the valley of her asshole that locks onto my open mouth. She settles and resettles. My nose is inside the soft wet flesh of her cunt. Then all is still. Beyond and above the curly bush of her pubis, I see the muscles of her belly contract. I do not have to wait long. I feel my mouth filling up with a warm sour mush. A steady flow of soft shit flows from her asshole into my mouth. The sour rancid smell hits my nostrils like a hammer. But worse is the taste. Nothing I have ever tasted. Putrid, bitter-sour diarrhoea. I had been nervously expectant of my first taste of shit. Nothing could have prepared me for this. She rubs her cunt with her hand while she shits. She's enjoying this. She's getting off on shitting into my mouth. Her hips get restless and she gets messy. My mouth is overflowing as I am hesitant to swallow the rancid load. And her ass is hopping around on my face now, shit still flowing in a thick yellow stream, while her fingers frantically delve into the depths of her soaking cunt. The creamy shit gets into my eyes and nose and I must swallow if I don't want to drown. High above her breathing has gotten heavy and she is moaning, for real this time. Shit is getting into her cunt as she starts to push it down into my face. She grabs my head with both hands and pulls me into her, hard. Her cunt is pounding ...

... me, crushing my nose and lips as she relentlessly humps my face as if she were riding a horse in a stiff gallop. She comes in a scream. She's in the shower. I jerk off lying in a pool of shit. I come fast and harder than ever. When I hear the water has stopped in the shower, I wipe my face and quickly change the sheets. I already know she will want to find cleanliness. I'm in the kitchen stuffing the sheets into the washing machine when she comes out. I quickly shower and turn to bed. She's smoking. When she sees me, a naughty smile forms on her lips. 'I knew those tacos were too much.' 'What took you so long?' My wife is standing in the doorway while I rush up the front lawn. 'What happened? I was in a meeting when you called. I came as soon as I got the message.' 'What happened? Does something have to happen for you to remember you have a wife? Hasn't it occurred to you that I may have needs that cannot wait until you decide to come home?' She's in her nightgown. She steps inside and up the stairs, to the bedroom. I follow her, bewildered. 'Lie down.' She signals towards the bed. 'No, turn around. Your head over the edge. On your back.' I do as I am told. My wife drops her gown. She is wearing no underwear. She turns around and straddles my head. Her broad ass is right above me. Her cunt is a gaping slit. She leans forward and bends her knees, lowering her behind onto my face. 'Kiss my ass.' I pout my lips and plant a kiss on her rosebud. 'Do you like my ass?' She has such ...