Comparison Test
Arthur opened his eyes, stretched and yawned. Sunlight poured in through the bedroom window. It was Saturday morning. The weekend. Yay! He rolled to his left and spooned up against his naked wife who lay on her side reading a paperback.
"Good morning sleepy head." Fffrrrrppp. A loud fart punctuated her sentence.
"Well that's a nice greeting," he said.
She laughed.
"I really do mean that honey. I love your burrito farts."
"I know you do sweetie. Why don't you slip under the covers and I'll treat you to a little Dutch oven while I finish this chapter. The Madam has her ass cleaner right where she wants him. Mmm, this story is getting good."
"You're so thoughtful honey," he said as he slid beneath the sheet and blanket covering them both. It was much warmer with the heavy blanket now over his head. The air became much more fetid as he slipped a little further down the mattress, copping a feel of her heavy breast as he went. He instantly noticed that her nipple was already quite aroused. It must be a good story. Or had she been planning his torment while he slept?
"Uh uh. No touching. Just sniffing."
He removed his hand and reached for his hardening cock..
"And that means no touching yourself either."
Busted.
He knew that she could feel his cock slide against her back as he moved. He also knew that if he didn't do as she said, the leather cuffs on his wrists would again be clipped together behind his back. He so wanted to drag his fingertips along her warm fleshy breasts and travel southward to see just how arousing that novel was. But he obeyed her orders.
"Why don't you swing around and put your feet on the pillow dear? I know that would make for a more personal experience." As she said this she let out a long, loud, strong smelling fart and heard her husband take some deep breaths behind her.
Staying beneath the covers, Arthur lay on his back and swung his feet onto his pillow. Rolling again onto his side, he planted his face against his wife's corpulent ass cheeks. Instantly he had an answer to his previous question: yes she was aroused. His wife then adjusted herself on her side and mashed her ass onto her husband's face. Wait, maybe that essence was from last night he thought? Another deep breath and he knew. No. It was both: fresh and stale.
She turned a page and reached back to lift her right cheek, letting it flop down over his ear.
Fffrrrrppp. This one went right up his nose and he had some trouble handling it. The heat and intensity caught him by surprise and he snorted and gave a little cough trying to catch his breath.
Marianne turned another page. "Oh dear. Madam Pompadour has her messenger boy tied to the dressing bench while he services her maids. I guess he's also her ass cleaner, too. Hygiene was so different back in those days of bedpans and night pots. I hope you know I feel like a queen to have you service me down there, honey."
"Yes dear. And I feel lucky to serve you. I love the smell of your ass."
"Hmmm...last week on our anniversary you told me how much you loved the smell of my hairy muffin. So which is it?"
He paused a moment, thinking.
She interrupted his thoughts. "Okay then. Let's do a little experiment and we'll see which you like best."
"But I like..." he began. He was about to say both. His wife cut him off.
"No. Listen to me. We're going to compare one essence to the other, front door then backdoor. That'll give you a break from my burrito farts. Oh, and thank you again for making them last night. Even though I know there was some self-interest involved," she smirked and patted his head beneath the blanket. "Let's start with my smoldering coochie this morning. Shall we?"
Arthur slid downward a bit and pushed deeper into his wife's damp butt cheeks. It was getting warmer under the covers and his face, already wet with perspiration, slipped easily past her sweaty buns and between her meaty thighs. She hooked her right calf behind his neck and pulled him deeper into her crotch. His nose immediately plunged into Marianne's hairy, wet snatch. He quickly took a breath of air through his mouth, then closed his eyes and wriggled his nose through the jungle of pubic hair as it tickled his face.
"That's it dear. Push a little deeper and spread my lips with your nose. Now, how does that smell?"
"It's kinda sticky from..."
Whack! She reached back and slapped his head through the covers.
"I didn't ask how it felt. I asked how does it smell?"
"Oh. It smells...sexy."
"And...?"
"And like you. And like..." he couldn't bring himself to say his neighbor's name.