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The Smelly Secret Ingredients To My Happy Marriage
by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com)
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My wife's love for social work to help the downtrodden
and the lowly creed of social system - the smelly
beggards and winos and the likes, has somehow kept our
marriage alive and spiced up, despite the smelly
reminders people leave behind at my home. (MMF, wife,
exh, intr, size, creampie)
***
My wife is very kindhearted and will do anything to
help needy. She especially has loads of love for poor
people. I always wrinkle my nose at the sight of smelly
dirty beggars, janitors, cleaners and homeless men. But
my wife's face always lights up when any of these lout
come near us. When we were dating she made me walk the
dinghy, dirty, dimly lit corridors of Mumbai's old
quarters to see all the dirt of humankind sleeping in
all states on the pavements. I would normally sit down
at some neat, clean step and let her go on her rounds
of watching these men.
She would carefully choose one of the men, sit down and
comfort him a little bit and then leave some money for
him. She would take her time to comfort them and
although she always encouraged me to assist her, I just
never had the heart to go through the mucky job. In
fact I never saw how she comforted those men.
After we got married her philanthropy consumed her like
wild passion. I was okay with it as long as she gave
me my space. Anyway my hectic sales job required me to
travel out of the town for at least two weeks. And her
"social work" kept her busy and she never complained to
me about being away. Every time I returned, she would
tell me about a new beggar, lout, homeless man, slum
dweller... or a poor sod she helped and I praised her
for being such a good Samaritan.
She swelled with pride, or sardonic amusement. Many
times I even saw stuff left behind by her "target
audience". Some rags, cheap cigarette butts, bottles of
beer, half filled glasses of alcohol, old smelly
clothes and sometimes even soiled, stained and utterly
despicable underwear. Oh gawd, how could she help such
rowdies I thought?
Oh yes, one more thing that made be encourage her
philanthropy was the fact that every time she helped
someone, she became rather randy like very horny and
ready to jump in the bed with me. She was not much
interested in actual sex but loved foreplay. She would
allow me to play with her pussy but mostly with my
mouth. I was allowed to have sex with her by using my
mouth to lick her pussy and bring her to orgasm.
Actually lick is a kind of wrong word because she
actually liked me to suck her pussy. Her pussy is very
meaty, like thick brown labia and meaty thick pussy
lips which are easier to hold in my mouth and suck on.
She also liked me to clamp my mouth shut on both the
lips together and suck it with gusto.
She always had a ripe pussy and bit fragrant. I mean, I
hated the smell of those dirty beggars like a smell
of dried sweat, piss and shit and god knows what else
but my wife's pussy was something else. It belonged to
my lovely wife and even though it also somehow smelled
like those beggars and dirty men, I loved sniffing her
pussy despite my horrid dislike of the smelly men. Her
pussy also was a bit different from other pussies (I
can proudly say that she was the third pussy I even
sucked... eh... fucked in my entire life) which were
very mild in flavor and smells. My wife's pussy
tasted... emmm... different.
It had a slightly bitter, salty, sticky and sometime
creamy taste. The pussy juice was also not consistent.
At times it was almost transparent and tasteless, and
at times especially if I returned home from my sales
trip early in the morning and she demanded pussy sex
immediately, it was like thick ropes of pearly white or
buttery yellow thick cream which was lumpy sometimes
and sometimes evenly thick. The smell was also
different each time. Anyway I was very happy because it
meant that I would never be bored with my wife's pussy
like other married men because she made it different
each time.
Once I had a wonderful and very erotic experience
thanks to my wife. My flight back home was to arrive
at 12nn but the airline rescheduled flights because of
a bad weather forecast in Nagpur and they gave me an
earlier flight. I ended up reaching home at about 12
midnight, a full 12 hours before I was supposed to. I
rang the door bell and it took my wife some time to
come to the door.
I thought I saw her peeking through the eyehole but the
door never opened for another few minutes, finally when
I pressed the doorbell for the eighth time, she opened
the door. She looked flushed. She was wearing a crisp
night dress, still not creased in like she had just put
it on. There was a red mark on her neck and there was
some gloss on her lips.
Anyway, happy to see her I gave her a full-bodied
French kiss, all the shiny and sticky lip gloss got
sucked in my mouth and I smacked my lips good
naturedly. I dragged my suitcase in and shut the door.
By the time I turned she had gone. I only heard her
husky, voice just like when she is in the mood to have
her pussy sucked, "Come on in tiger."
Sexcited, I quickly took off all my clothes and dropped
them in a heap on the way to our bedroom. The room was
absolutely dark all lights switched off and all
curtains drawn. As I entered I couldn't see anything
for a minute. Then I felt a pair of hands grab me from
behind and put a woolen cap over my eyes the same
type that bikers and hip-hop dancers prefer.
Then she, I am sure it was her, tied my hands behind my
back. All this happened in a tizzy as it is I was
slightly high from all the booze I had been secretly
drinking on the flight, I was a bit slow and a bit blur
in my actions. Then I heard her voice from the middle
of the bed and wondered hey, how come she reached there
so quickly. She called me to her. My cock was rock hard
at its maximum length of four inches, pointed straight
from my lean body.
Obediently, as expected of me, I bent down to where I
thought her pussy was and slowly started licking her.
Oh was she wet or was she wet. At first I thought she
had poured the entire tube of fresh cream (or fresh
cream that had gone stale) in her pussy. But I was
really savoring the copious amounts flooding from her
pussy and stopped thinking those distracting thoughts
and concentrated on sucking... drinking her pussy
cream. Today there was a different a new added
excitement the cream tasted fresh and, yes, that's
the word hot.
It was like she had just heated the cream and poured in
her pussy. It was everywhere on the pussy lips,
inside the slit, deep inside the pussy canal, on the
thick long pubic hair... everywhere. But that only made
me lick with more vigor and soon I had her bucked with
legs lifted in the air (I could feel the legs even with
the blindfold) as she orgasmed and pulled my head even
tighter inside her hairy pussy. Fuck that was awesome,
I almost as usual shot my load without even
touching her pussy.
But she wasn't done my social worker vixen wife. She
asked me to open my mouth. I asked why. "Oh I want you
to suck my fingers," she said and pried my mouth open
with her hands. Then she inserted her finger inside my
mouth. It felt strangely hot and hard. It was like
steaming hot salami with fumes heating my mouth. The
skin on the tip of the finger felt a bit loosened like
an old man's leathery, wrinkled skin.
I thought perhaps she was wearing something but since
it tasted just like her pussy I continued. Perhaps
after all she had dipped her finger in her pussy juice
to tease me. I sucked for ten minutes and then I heard
her panting. Dear me, I thought, with the blindfold on,
it was hard to recognize the way she was panting like
harsh, low baritone groan, like she was not a woman,
like she was...eh...like she was a man... no, not a
man... maybe an animal.
Then suddenly she gripped my head on her finger so hard
that I wondered about the sudden strength in her arms.
The finger got stuck inside my throat. It looked like
it was a huge cucumber rather than her slip fingers.
And it felt like the cucumber skin was sliding up and
down and when the cucumber got stuck inside my throat,
while I was gagging and tears were wetting my blindfold
I felt that the cucumber was releasing its juice
(strange, I never new cucumbers could hold so much
thick liquid inside) and it went straight down to my
stomach I never felt any taste or anything. I had been
busy in my own finger sucking but realized there were
some muffled sounds coming from the floor. Like someone
was cleaning an engine. Like a piston going in and out.
A piston with lots of grease and there in and out
motion was accompanied with a sloshing sound, something
like... eh... like sometimes when I fuck my wife with
my hard four-inch cock and she is very wet... yeah, we
make that sound sometimes.
Anyway my wife pulled her long creamy cucumber like
finger out of my mouth and pushed me down on her pussy
again. I felt like there was a lot of movement on the
bed like my wife had more than two legs... and hands.
But when you are blindfolded your mind plays all kind
of tricks on you. This time my wife positioned me in a
69 position. She started sucking on my four-inch long
and one-inch thin... eh... thick cock like it was a
children's lollipop. She swirled her wet tongue around
my one-inch cock head and send shivers down my spine
with pleasure. I started lapping at her smelly pussy.
Oh today, her hairy pussy was really smelly just like a
garbage dump full of shit, piss and...and, yeah used
condoms turned inside out.
Anyway I started sucking on her rank pussy and realized
that she had pulled my head up by my hair her grip
was so strong that it hurt so that I had to almost
stretch my tongue to its maximum length to take licks
at her pussy slit. Once I heard the same animal kind of
a grunt and she let go of my hair slightly and my mouth
came right on top of her pussy. It was just for a few
seconds but long enough for me to realize that a thick
object was jammed in her pussy at the same time as I
was sucking her hairy pussy.
It was similar to her extra thick and super long
cucumber like fingers. But this time she was fucking
herself with her suddenly fat finger. A little later,
another grunt came a bit louder uncontrolled I think
and her hands loosened their grip again.
This time, the hot fat cucumber finger went inside my
mouth instead of her pussy. It stayed there and I felt
like someone was squeezing her finger to extract some
juice from it... then I felt like my mouth was flooded
with thick sticky cream same as I always sucked from
her pussy. While the cockumber was released its cream
in my mouth it withdrew still spurting and was
pushed hard inside my wife's pussy. The taste of the
scalding hot cream was too much for me and I trickled a
few drops of my sperm in my wife's rather wide mouth.
It was a few drops but still more than my usual. My
wife spat my sperm out as she always does and pushed me
off her body.
Then she asked me to open my mouth and suck her big
toe. Her big toe, I must say, was disproportionately
large. I felt like a big black baton was entering my
mouth. It felt more like a hot rod of steel. And it
smelled like the dirty beggars she comforted late in
the corridors of slums and the walked city in the
middle of night.
I felt like she hadn't washed her big toe for a while
as some of the dried crusty sweat and something else
was it dried sperm? peeling off in my mouth. It had a
bitter aftertaste but I didn't want to offend her and
continued sucking her big toe. Instead of the hard nail
on the head of the big toe, her skin had puckered up
just like a woman's nipple or more like...yes, I got it
now my foreskin and it was secreting some sticky
thick juice...I lapped on thinking maybe she had fucked
her pussy with her big toe. But the length of her big
toe is still a mystery to me till today.
It must have been at least 12-inches long and at least
I might be underestimating 6-inches thick. It was
hot. I sucked on her big black oops did I say black?
It couldn't have been black, she is a very fair lady,
my wife is big toe like my life depended on it and
deep down in my heart I was expecting that smelly
stinky wrinkled foreskin long and thick object in my
mouth to ejaculate to spurt thick ropes of pussy
juice. And god rewarded me as I had desired and soon
miraculously, her big toe started vomiting delicious
(albeit very terribly smelly and lumpy) cock cream...I
mean...pussy juice. I gobbled every single drop down
and even smacked my lips.
Then she slowly pulled her big toe out of my mouth. I
was surprised that the 12-inches length was now only
about 8-inches and the 6-inch thickness was down to
about 4-inches and it sat nicely on my tongue still
releasing some thick smelly syrup on my tonsils. I
licked the wrinkled tip of her big toe and sucked on it
(I felt it jerk and shudder like my cock does after
cumming) for a while and then the pleasure was abruptly
snatched away from my mouth.
My wife left me blindfolded for a while and left the
room. The way she was shuffling her feet, I thought I
heard three people walk out. Later she switched on the
television in the living room but still I thought I
heard some giggling and sniggering voices. Suddenly I
heard she ran back to our bedroom where I lay
blindfolded and handcuffed, and then I heard sneaking
sounds of her flipping papers, like when you count
money, and then I heard a phaak sound like when I throw
my wallet on a table or something and then she was
gone.
A little later amidst the loud music I heard the door
open and shut. Then the music was gone and she
returned.
Slowly she opened my blindfold and the handcuffs. Oh
my, she looked ravishing...I mean ravished. Like I had
truly fucked her like a real man finally. I was
surprised I had bitten her at so many places and left
red marks all over her body.
I reminded myself to be gentler next time. Then I saw
her gaping pussy. Gosh, it looked like she had just
delivered a baby, it was so loose and her already thick
and meaty pussy lips were dangling like stale bacon
strips. Her usual thick, yellowish, creamy pussy juice
was dripping out of her pussy slowly. Her thick curly
pubes were absolutely matted in her creamy pussy juice.
Her nipples looked like they were suckled on by a randy
bull in heat and her hair had some pussy juice too.
There was a thick, ropey strand of her pussy juice
dangling from her left ear.
Being proactive, I grabbed the strand and sucked it in
my mouth. Although it was her pussy juice, it was so
thick and condensed that I could suck it like it was a
thick noodle. We kissed, hugged and professed our love
to each other and I told her, "That was out of the
work, honey; you must give me these blindfolded
surprises more often." She said, "Since you seem to
love it so much, Darling, I will."
Just as I got up to brush my teeth before sleeping, I
saw my face was covered with her pussy juice too. And
that there was a really dirty and torn, raggedy
underwear lying on top of the laundry basket. But in
the name of social work I just smelled it inhaling the
smell of my wife's pussy and tried to clean it as much
as possible with my tongue, when I couldn't I just
rolled my tiny pathetic pencil dick in that beggar's
underwear and jerked my two cents worth of sperm drops
in it. I was happy. And so was my wife. What more can
one married man ask for.
The End
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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