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Barbecued Sausages For My Wife
by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com)

***

My wife's love for sausages get her exactly what she 
loves the most - sausages of different shapes, sizes, 
textures and flavors. I can safely declare that she is 
a sausage freak. I love watching her eat sausages. 
Here, enjoy a story about how she enjoyed thick, long 
and fat smelly sausages from Pakistan and Bangladesh. 
(MMF, voy, bi, oral, intr, size, wife)

***

My wife loves sausages. Sausages of different shapes, 
sizes, textures and flavors. I can safely declare that 
she is a sausage freak. She will go any lengths to have 
a sausage. She even won a sausage eating contest when 
we were holidaying in a small town in Germany. I don't 
love sausages the way she does, but I love watching her 
eat sausages. The look of ecstasy on her face, when she 
first holds a sausage and then sniffs the slightly 
wrinkled tip and then slowly parts her mouth to slowly 
swallow a little portion and finally to chew on the 
long curved sausage....oh it just drives me crazy!

Her love for sausages is not unknown to our neighbors, 
friends and relatives...and since she is just so 
beautiful, sexy and lovely...everyone goes out of their 
way to have sausages for her when we visit. The 
incident I am narrating happened sometime last month 
when my friend Gary organized a "Sausage Fest" in his 
community centre. Gary lives in another town and we had 
to drive three hours to reach his place. Anyway, I 
agreed because my wife was super excited about it. Gary 
had promised her sausages from Germany, Scandinavia, 
Sweden, France and even from exotic little known 
varieties from countries religiously not known to 
produce sausages – like Bangladesh, Pakistan and Iran.

What he didn't tell us was the fact that Sunday was the 
last day of the festival. And that was the day when we 
were driving there. We reached at about 4pm, which was 
already like the end of the best of sausages. There 
were still a few sausage fanatics around but just about 
50-odd people. The whole place was close to turning 
into a mess. There were paper plates with mustard and 
ketchup smeared all over the floor. Dustbins were 
overflowing with leftovers and plastic cutlery. 
Tablecloths were also stained with sauces and gravy. 
And of course the worse was the smell of sausages. 

Now don't get me wrong but I really can't stand the 
smell of what I call are rotting sausages. For me if a 
sausage has been boiled it should be eaten within 10 
minutes or it is just like rotten meat. Of course my 
wife doesn't agree to me at all. So there I was 
wrinkling my nose as discreetly as possible and there 
was my wife, complete with a cotton summer short dress 
showing off her shapely legs, walking around in the 
entire mess with her nose held up and her eyes almost 
closed, savoring the smells.

Before I ran out of the rot, Gary caught sight of us 
looking disappointed.

"Jezz guys, is this the time to come to a sausage 
festival? Everything is almost gone," he said and added 
when he saw my wife's despairing look, "Come on guys, 
never mind that come, first let's have some drinks." 

We went to a temporary office, behind the community 
centre and sat down ready for some beers. Whet came out 
was a brand new bottle of tequila and some crystal shot 
glasses. He must have been doing this for some time as 
the salt and lime that was produced looked tempered 
many times. Anyway, as much as she likes sausages, my 
wife loves alcohol. Alcohol doesn't love her much 
though as she can't take much. If she does she either 
passes out or pukes her guts. Today she was very 
disappointed that most of the sausages were already 
gone and probably to compensate, she gulped down shot 
after shot of tequila till Gary ran out.

Then he turned to my wife and cheered her up, "Oh come 
on dear cheer up, I know most of the good things are 
gone. But the Bangladesh and Pakistan section is still 
around. You know, these countries do not have advanced 
technology and the specialty of their sausages is that 
they are exclusively hand-made. Of course with the most 
stringent quality control...but hand made...where else 
can you find hand-made sausages these days? I really 
hope you will like them because no one else did." My 
wife drooled and we staggered towards the Bangladesh / 
Pakistan section.

It was six pm now and the community centre was deserted 
and even more messed up. Just one combined booth was 
still displaying an array of sausages. Honestly, the 
moment I looked at their contents, I almost puked my 
guts out. No way was I going to eat suck ugly sausages. 
Even for free. The sausages were hanging individually 
suspended by cotton strings above. That was fine. But 
the sausages didn't at all look like your normal 
sausages. 

They were huge. I mean have you seen like a 12-inch 
sausage? They were very fat too – about five inches-
thick. The color was not the normal brown or pinkish 
color of normal sausages –they were different. Some 
were grey, some were very dark brown and some almost 
black. Almost all were mottled too, like they were 
rotting already. They were not smooth skinned at all. 
All were lumpy and uneven. The only consistency must 
have been the smell. They all smelled awful.

I was horrified when my wife pointed at a really ugly, 
misshapen monster sausage. It even had a green tinge to 
it. There were three old barbaric men at the counter. 
And they looked like extensions of their ugly sausages 
– almost black, ugly faces and appearances like uncouth 
and smelly. Their clothes looked like they had rolled 
in the sausage meat before coming here. Only the aprons 
supplied by Gary looked clean. I was horrified to see 
that one of them who had been picking his nose pulled 
the sausage out by the same hand and just offered it to 
my wife like it was a stick. He caressed it with his 
other hand –from tip to tip very obscenely and then 
slammed it in my wife's extended hand. His hand clasped 
on my wife's hand and I flinched.

My wife's eyes were already half-closed. She held the 
sausage with both her hands and brought it close to her 
nose. The puckered fat tip of the sausage touched her 
nose and she inhaled the smell like a connoisseur. My 
wife ate the sausage slowly without even a drop of 
mustard, ketchup or even bread and she seemed in a 
trance. She was swaying slowly as each inch of the 
sausage disappeared in her sexy red hot mouth. Inch by 
inch the sausage melted in her mouth and I got more and 
more disgusted. I simply went out for a smoke to clear 
my head.

I saw from the window that after she finished the 
Pakistani black sausage, the second ugly old man 
offered her another sausage – an even uglier grey 
sausage with maroon spots. I almost retched but my wife 
assaulted the sausage with a vengeance and love 
combined. The three men chuckled and laughed and 
offered her one more. Then I met Gary who was going in 
and we started chatting about work and stuff. We must 
have had a couple of cigarettes and some beer that Gary 
had miraculously produced when Gary had to attend to 
some business. I walked back.

It was dark inside (and outside) save a dim light above 
the Pakistan / Bangladesh section. Instead of sausages, 
my wife was lying on the table. Her dress had been 
pulled up and her panties had been pulled down (or 
ripped off). One of the ugly dark Pakistani was holding 
her legs spread obscenely apart. Another Pakistani old 
smelly man was pushing one of their rotting black 
sausages in my wife's hairy pussy. 

The sausage was so hard that despite stretching my 
wife's pussy, its meat was not coming off. They were 
smoking and laughing as the old man fucked my senseless 
wife's pussy with the ugly sausage which now really 
looked like an ugly cock – a very big black ugly cock. 
I froze. I was just behind them but was probably 
blocked by the next counter which was already closed. 
My heart was beating fast and my mind was wondering 
what to do. The tequila and beer in my blood wanted me 
to watch what depravity they were going to perform on 
my drunken wife...and my head wanted me to intervene 
and stop them. 

I would have stopped them but I felt Gary's hand on my 
shoulder and heard his lustful whisper in my ears, 
"Fuck man, you lucky sod, your wife's hot... how I wish 
it was my cock fucking her and not that Pakistani 
sausage." I was speechless but my cock was rock hard 
and getting wet.

Before Gary could replace the sausage with his cock, 
the old man did that. He pulled out a wrinkly, gnarly 
uncut brown sweat-smeared cock and after pulling on it 
till it was rock hard, pushed its enormous purple head 
bareback in my wife's pussy. As he pulled out, Gary and 
I saw some of the sausage meat stuck to its glistening 
black shaft. It was like the sausage was suddenly 
attached to the old man. He fucked her slowly, pulling 
out completely and them plunging in her gapping open 
love tunnel till the root of his thick fat black cock. 
Then they switched positions, the old holding her legs 
moved forward and started fucking my wife with another 
sausage. 

He fucked her for five minutes with the sausage and 
then replaced the sausage with his own smell cock – 
which was bigger than his earlier friend. He was 
faster. He fucked her rapidly but what was most erotic 
was the fact that he started sliding the sausage in her 
pussy together with his own man meat. The sausage 
couldn't take the pressure of such tightness and slowly 
started crumbling with the friction. It was so erotic 
to see the sausage meat smeared cock pushing the meat 
deeper and deeper inside my wife's pussy. 

He must have really got his rocks off on this because 
with one final grunt he collapsed on my wife, as Gary 
and I watched his wrinkly ass twitch slowly with his 
spurt of his smelly old sperm being deposited in my 
wife's freshly fucked pussy. It must have been like a 
meat pie inside – with all that sausage meat and man 
sauce plastered in.

The first man took his place but couldn't stand the 
fucking given to my wife by his friend and came bucket 
loads just at the entrance of my wife's pussy, messing 
up everything around and matting her long cunt hair 
with his smelly cum. Then having lost all interest in 
my wife both the first and the second man left. The 
third man, the ugliest and smelliest of them all who 
was a Bangladeshi and that's why they had been treating 
him like an outcast, then took a new sausage and 
started poking my wife's pussy with it. 

I think he was trying to clean my wife's pussy of all 
the meat and cum inside. But this sausage was extremely 
wide. And he was clumsy the way he was cleaning her 
pussy... so instead of pulling the previous sausage 
meat out the sausage splattered into tiny bits and 
embedded deep inside her pussy adding to the mess. 

Finally he couldn't care less and hauled his cock out – 
as ugly as he himself was and grey colored and mottled 
like their sausages. Even from a few feet I could still 
see his that it was stained with dick cheese and dried 
cum (from last night's jerk off I presume). But he was 
undeterred with all this and just rubbed the head of 
his uncut cock up and down my wife's sausage and cum 
smeared cunt lips... before thrusting the entire 11-
inches of his Bangladeshi cock deep inside my wife's 
cunt. 

He must have been heavily aroused as he didn't last 
long and within strokes added his own sperm to his 
friends. Then he went around and squeezed a few more 
strings of cum from his smelly meat, cum and pussy 
juice covered cock and dripped it inside my wife's 
mouth. He pinched her nose and in her drunken state she 
gulped his smelly sperm down. Then he wiped his slimy 
cock all over her face. Then, the nasty bugger picked 
up the biggest black sausage that was in their stall 
and plunged in deep down in my wife's well fucked 
pussy. And then he left.

He must have just gone out when Gary rushed forward and 
pulled the sausage out, it was so soggy by now that it 
broke into small pieces instantly. But Gary was lust-
ridden as he picked up the pieces and started offering 
them to me as little snacks. I too was so aroused that 
I ate each piece of the meat with a jest, difficult to 
forget. Then I wanted more. 

So I just bent down and started eating the sausages 
straight from my wife's pussy. Once the bigger pieces 
were gone, I clamped my mouth on her hairy and meaty 
cunt lips and started sucking the rest of the meat out. 
Of course together with the meat I ended up sucking the 
three dirty men's smelly cum but my head was burning 
with sex. It took me 10 minutes but I pretty much 
cleaned up everything from my wife's pussy.

When I got up I saw why Gary was so quiet. He was 
standing next to my wife and his black cock was 
embedded in her mouth. Although she was drunk, she was 
still letting him fuck her mouth with his live black 
sausage. For once I had a strange urge to eat Gary's 
black, 10-inch long and 5-inch fat sausage together 
with my sausage hungry wife and I did that. I sat down 
next to my wife so that Gary could alternate between 
her and my mouth. 

He did a good job of letting us suck on his meaty and 
pungent smelling fresh black sausage equally. Then he 
walked to the edge of the table and asked me to fuck my 
wife's pussy with his glistening cock. I placed the 
purple head of his black cock at the entrance of my 
wife's widely stretched pussy and he pushed. My fingers 
slid with his cock inside and I could feel the sticky 
coating on the walls of my wife's fucked pussy. It was 
a great sensation to feel a big black cock slide in my 
wife's pussy together with my hand which had the 
wedding band shining like a beacon. I pushed my fingers 
deeper together with Gary's cock, opening up my wife's 
pussy to its limits. 

I think Gary found it too hot to fuck my wife with my 
fingers massaging his cock each time he pushed it in 
and he came bucket loads all over my hands. I could 
feel his hot sperm / cum gushing in spurts all over my 
fingers and I could feel my wife's cunt (even in its 
drunken state) pulling the millions of sperms towards 
its womb. That feeling was so hot that I came in my 
pants without even touching myself. Gary lay on top of 
my wife for some time and then slowly pulled out his 
limp black anaconda of a cock. I latched my mouth on 
her pussy hole and drank fresh cum like a thirsty man 
in a dessert.

Later, Gary and I cleaned my wife up together and made 
her presentable before she got up. Then we sat outside 
and he described how he would make arrangements for 
another fucking of my wife. And I? I just sat down 
between his legs like an obedient dog and slowly 
nibbled at his lengthening black cock with my cum 
hungry mouth.

The End

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