Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... a beautiful butt. Round full buttocks, the skin smooth and soft. Her anus is a small circle of tender brown skin, fine hair-thin furrows plunging inward into the tiny slit that holds such wonders. 'Yes honey, you have the most beautiful ass.' She pushes down and blows a loud fart into my face. I am engulfed in a mist of hot gas smelling of rotten eggs. 'Don't honey me. Honey my ass. I'm not your honey. I own you, remember? Call me Mistress.' 'Yes, Mistress.' 'Does it smell nice?' 'Yes Mistress, you smell like roses.' Another fart, longer and louder, explodes from her ass. The stench is formidable. 'Liar! How can I smell like roses? I'm farting my guts out on you.' That you are. 'Lick my cunt. It is all sticky. Lick it clean.' She lowers her bottom again and plants her gaping cunt onto my lips. It emanates a strong fishy smell. It is dry and sticky, the cunt lips are pasted together and I have to apply as much saliva as I can muster in order to allow my tongue a smooth passage through its grooves. Soon though, a jellylike liquid starts to seep through her cunt lips, which part and spread, allowing my probing tongue to push through to the depths of her vagina. Two fingers appear and start stroking her swollen clit, while she rubs her cunt over my lips and nose in long measured strokes. The grinding of her hips becomes increasingly more frantic, the strokes are getting shorter and harder. Now she's riding my face, bumping her cunt into my face with short brutal strokes. Her ...

... body stiffens on top of me, my nose and lips are crushed under her weight, my head is clamped between her legs. She's coming. She straightens up eventually. She grabs my tie and wipes her cunt with it. She's off into the bathroom without a word. I get up hesitantly, not sure what to do or say. 'I don't remember saying I was through with you.' She's back, still naked. 'You might as well have lunch now that you're here. You hungry?' I am. 'Good. I've got something special in the oven for you. I think it's just about ready.' I can hardly wait. She's an excellent cook. 'Lie down.' But didn't she just say... 'Come on. I have other things to do than worry about your lunch, so let's get on with it.' I can't believe I fell for that one. Should have seen it coming from miles away. 'Open up.' She's standing over me, her back towards me, her naked ass pat above my head. She's looking down at me between her spread legs. 'All of a sudden you don't seem so hungry any more. Don't you like my cooking?' She laughs at that. 'So? Do you want me to serve you your lunch?' No is not an option. I nod. Somehow, that is funny because she laughs again. Her ass plunges down and lands hard on my face. I hardly manage to stifle a cry of pain. She notices and cackles like a hen. She rubs her ass all over my face, smothering and crunching me. The smell is strong, sweet with a mean streak of musk. She finally settles her asshole right on my lips, which I obediently separate. 'Tongue!' My tongue springs into ...