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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Smelly Secret Ingredients To My Happy Marriage by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com) *** 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with 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 contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 62