My wife and I have a really good sex life, and both are willing to indulge any fantasies that the other may have. The only hang up either of us had was that she has always been so concerned about being intimate if she was "unclean", to the point that she wouldn't let me touch her unless she had taken a shower recently.
All this changed a couple of weeks ago (part 1 of Scent-sational Sex), which has led to the new game that we have been playing. The game could best be described as Scent-sual Chicken. In this game, any time my wife asks me to smell any part of her body, I am required to do so for as long as she would like or I am labeled a chicken.
I have yet to chicken out, as I love her and all her scents, especially when she is not "clean".
It only took 20 years of marriage for me to prove that to her. The game goes both ways, and if I ask to smell her, then she must let me for as long as I like. She is one of the cleanest people I have ever known, but lately she has avoided the shower for a lot longer than she ever had in the first 20 years of our marriage.
The game started after that revealing night weeks ago. It was Wednesday night, only a couple of nights later, when she came home from work after a long day. She looked so sexy in her scrubs that I decided to find out if she meant what she had promised only 3 short nights earlier.
We were in the kitchen getting ready to eat, and as she washed her hands, I came up behind her at the sink and put my arms around her. She laid her head back against my shoulder as I hugged her, and sighed and told me that her day had been rough because two of her patients did not have AC and she sweated her ass off in their houses.
I pulled away from her to look at her entire body and stated, "Well, you didn't sweat all of it off."
She turned toward me, and slapped my arm and told me that I was a smartass. I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, and she got a puzzled look on her face. I reached up and grabbed her scrub bottoms, and slowly started pulling them down her legs.
"What are you doing? I thought we were going to eat," she said as her pants gathered around her ankles.
"We are," I replied, "but first I am going to kickstart my appetite by smelling my sexy wife."
As she stood there with her scrubs around her ankles, I was admiring her soft pink cotton boy shorts.
She said on a giggle, "Are you really going to do this? Right here in the kitchen? After I just told you that I sweated all day?"
I put my hands on her hips, pulled her to me, and nuzzled my face into her crotch as I said, "This is the perfect time...unless you're chicken."
She rolled her eyes and sighed, "It's your nose that's gonna be punished," and spread her legs as much as her pants would let her.
As my nose pushed into the gusset of her panties, I noticed two things. The first, was that they were a little damp, she obviously had not been lying about sweating all day. The second was that her scent was very strong, and I could smell the day's sweat on her. I inhaled deeply, taking in her heady aroma. She put her hand in my hair, and I could tell that she was not at all squeamish like she had been our entire marriage.
Just the opposite in fact, as she pulled on the back of my head to increase the pressure on her pussy, she starting cooing softly. My nose slipped between her lips, separated only by the thin cotton of her panties. She moaned slightly, and I could tell that we were both going to like this new game.
After sitting with my nose pressed between her lips for at least a minute, I reached up and hooked my finger under the thin strip of fabric and pulled it to the side as I said, "You smell good enough to eat."
With that, I swiped my tongue between her lips, and ran it through them all the way up to her clit. As my tongue brushed her clit, she took a sharp intake of breath and grabbed the back of my head to pull me with her as she shuffled back a couple of steps to lean against the sink.
I ran my tongue back through her lips, and then pushed my tongue into her hot pussy. While the smell was overwhelmingly sweat, I could detect a hint of arousal in her taste as well, so I started pushing my tongue in and out of her hole. She liked this, and started grinding her clit against the bridge of my nose.
She said on a pant, "Oh, I really like this game, my pussy is always so responsive when I am all sweaty," and she increased the pressure on the back of my head to get my tongue deeper into her.
As I continued to fuck her hole with my stiff tongue, she started moving her hips to grind her clit on my nose. No more than three minutes after my nose parted her lips, she tugged forcibly on the back of my head, and her legs started to shake as an orgasm seized her body. She flooded my mouth with her warm cum, and it ran down my tongue and into my hungry mouth. I swallowed all she had to offer, and finished with a few more licks through her glistening lips as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
When she finished her climax, I pulled the gusset of her panties back across her lips, kissed her pussy once more through them, and then stood up and told her it was time for dinner. After dinner and showering, we made love with her telling me how much she had enjoyed her appetizer, and I ensured her that I had too.
We replayed similar scenarios on Thursday and Friday, with her actually pulling off her scrub bottoms right inside the front door on Friday. I loved licking her after she had worked all day, and she told me after cumming on Friday that she had been horny all day long thinking about me licking her when she got home.
Saturday was a little different, because she had plans to go shopping with her sister and I had to stay home and catch up on some work. She got up and worked out while I was reading the paper, and then she went into the bathroom to get ready to go meet her sister. She was in there for a long time, but I never heard the shower running, so I deduced that she had used the toilet before getting dressed.
She found me working in the office and said goodbye before heading out. After kissing me on the top of my head, I glanced up to watch her walk out in her yoga pants, and I wondered if she was wearing a thong or was going commando under them, as I hadn't noticed panty lines.
Several hours later, I was so caught up in work that I did not heard her come in, and suddenly looked up and she was standing in the doorway to the office.
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull man," she said as she sauntered into the office.