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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

cunt juices is seeping down my throat. She sits up and stays a while. I have trouble breathing but I like it too much down here. I dare not move. Make this last. Then she pulls up one leg. Her ass goes up a bit, unplugging itself from my nose. But it stays there, just an inch away. Waiting. Something is working in there. The soft brown skin of her rosebud seems alive, it pushes in and out, unwrinkling and then puckering up again, like it were breathing. Then, it freezes. And then, a loud fart makes it flutter and I'm dying in the foul mist of her derailed metabolism. She gets up, laughing. 'Just so you don't get any ideas. I was horny, that's all. But I wasn't thinking about you. I just used you. That's how it's going to be from now on. You've used me for ten years. Now it's my turn.' 'Every time I see you, I want to puke. You're disgusting. You're so full of shit. You're a shit bag. I could so shit on you. I bet you’d like that, too. I bet you like eating shit. Do you like to eat shit?' She'd started off in a softer tone, like when she's ready to reconcile, but something went sour inside and she is off ranting again like just another of her usual nightly sessions. Nothing of this is new. The subject of shitting has fascinated her more and more over the last few months. With growing frequency and intensity, references to it have come to the foreground, until becoming frankly explicit like now. But she has never actually taken any steps toward acting out her threats. ... Tonight, there is something different about her. There is something in her eyes, a glitter, a desire, and decisiveness. 'You know, I look at your face and I think, I want to shit on that face. That's what you inspire in me. That's what I feel for you. Shit. You know what? I'm gonna do just that. I'm gonna shit on you.' She sits up and looks me in the eyes. There is a strange look in her face. Her eyes stray. I think, all of a sudden she isn't so sure she can pull this off. She feels she's gone too far. She isn't sure I'm going to stand for this. She doesn't know if she's going to be able to hold herself if I don't. Again she scans my face. She's looking for reassurance. A sign. 'What? Anything wrong with that? After what you did to me, don't you think I have a right to shit on you si me da la mierda gana hacerlo ?' Don't talk so much. Just do it. 'If you love me like you say you do, you're gonna have to put up with me. You turned me into this. This is your doing. I was a descent respectful woman when you met me. Now I am a bitch. This is what you wanted. So take it and be happy with it.' The briefs come off and she stands up on the bed. She waits for me to lie back. She's got it back now. There is no hesitation this time, nor is there any doubt in my mind that I will comply. She lifts her foot to straddle my head but thinks better of it and passes the sole over my face. She smells there too, sour and dry foot odour. She pries my lips apart with the big toe and soon my mouth bulges ...