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Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife
Date: 10/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Scatology, Wife, Author: nunkie, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com
to break wind in the mouth. A man must take wind in the mouth in order to subdue him. The wind from the bowels will make him meek and obedient.' My wife giggles. There may very well be something funny in the idea of her husband at the mercy of this stiff caricature of a woman, but I fail to see it. The woman gives me the creeps. Helga, her face stern and without a hint of hesitation in her manner, unbuckles, unbuttons and unzips, drops the frock to her feet. The legs are milky white, skinny, thin black hairs all the way up to the groin. The skin is almost transparent, the flesh drapes loosely around the bones. The white cotton briefs look ridiculously out of time. From my vantage point on the floor, I see they have been washed and starched more than once too often. The elastic bands at the bottom have worn. Long curly hairs stick out. I see the hairy lips of her cunt where they thin out and dive in between the sagging folds of her behind. She steps out of the crumpled crown of her skirt and ends up straddling my head. She bends slightly and the briefs come rushing down, landing on my face and blocking my view. 'There, now you must smell the underpants.' I sniff noisily. That fishy smell. By now I have learned to love it. I think I can even tell what a woman is like just by smelling her cunt. Helga's is a bitter smell, dry and penetrating. Forbidding and unforgiving. There is some shuffling around my head. The briefs rise from my face and bony fingers with short unpainted ...