Ariel And Nicolly: You Ate Our Dessert Cake, Now You Must Eat Our Big Stinky Farting Asses (3-Part Series)
Night had fallen, and Ariel and Nicolly were excited to spend some quality time together, enjoying each other's company while indulging in a delicious strawberry cake they had prepared earlier. They had planned to have some wine, chat about their day and week, and then enjoy the dessert they had made together.
However, as they sat on the couch, engrossed in their conversation, they heard the sound of the door opening. Their eyes widened in shock as they saw Maxx, Nicolly's husband, walking into the room, a smug grin on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Ariel asked him, her voice shaking with anger. "We were about to enjoy our dessert!"
Maxx simply shrugged and sat down next to them, his eyes locked onto the beautifully decorated cake that sat on the coffee table. Before either woman could say anything else, he reached out and took a huge bite out of the cake.
Ariel's eyes bulged in disbelief as she watched him devour their dessert so casually. "Maxx! Give that back!" she shouted, standing up from the couch.
Nicolly, who had been too stunned to move, finally found her voice. "Maxx! How could you? We made that for us!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with anger.
But Maxx just laughed, a smug look on his face. "Oh, come on, guys," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "It's just a little cake. You'll make another one."
That's when Nicolly lost it. She slapped him hard across the face, sending him reeling backward. "You take that back!" she shouted, pointing at the now empty cake plate.
Her anger fueling her actions, she grabbed Maxx by the arm and dragged him into the bathroom, with Ariel right behind them. Once inside, Nicolly shoved Maxx down onto the floor and turned to face Ariel.
"You heard me," she said, her voice low and menacing. "We're going to make him eat his share of the cake, and then some."
With that, Ariel nodded in agreement, her heart pounding in her chest. They knew what they had to do.
As they stood over Maxx, Nicolly reached back and grabbed a handful of her hair, lifting it up off her head. "Eat," she commanded, shoving her ass up into the air. "Eat my stinky farting ass."
Ariel, seeing the look of fear in Maxx's eyes, did the same. "And you," she said, pushing her ass towards him. "Eat Ariel's stinky farting ass."
Maxx's mouth opened in astonishment as he watched them lift their skirts and reveal their bare asses to him. Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered his head and began to kiss their asses, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet strawberry flavor mixed with their musky, farty scent.
As he licked and kissed their asses, Ariel and Nicolly released long, slow farts into his waiting mouth. The air around them was filled with the sounds of heavy farts and squeaks as Maxx struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of gas.
"Oh my god," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he tried to process the overwhelming sensations. "What are you doing to me?"
But Ariel and Nicolly just laughed, their own farts filling the room like a stinky, gassy fog. They knew exactly what they were doing to him—and they loved every second of it.
As they continued to fart into his mouth, filling his belly with their stinky, gassy love, they felt a sense of power and control that they had never experienced before. Maxx, their husband, was reduced to nothing more than a fart toy, his body and mind overwhelmed by the scent and taste of their farts.
And as they watched him struggle, they couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was their revenge for stealing their dessert—and it was oh-so-sweet.
After what felt like hours (but was probably only a few minutes), they finally decided that Maxx had had enough. His face was flushed, his eyes were watery, and there was a hint of vomit in the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, that's enough," Ariel said, pulling her skirt down and stepping away. "You've had your fill."
Nicolly nodded in agreement, lifting her skirt and walking over to the sink. "I think it's time we cleaned you up a bit," she said, turning on the water and splashing it onto his face.
As they cleaned him up, they couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculous sight of their husband, barely standing on shaky legs, covered in their farts and strawberry cake crumbs. They knew this was going to be a night they would never forget—and neither would Maxx.
And as they all stood there, breathing heavily and trying to process what had just happened, Ariel couldn't help but look at Nicolly and grin. "Well," she said, leaning in close and whispering conspiratorially. "I guess we should make another cake now, huh?"
Nicolly nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah," she said, grabbing Ariel's hand and leading her back into the living room. "Let's make another one—but this time, we'll make sure it's for just us."
As they walked away, leaving a confused and stinky Maxx behind them, they couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment and satisfaction. They had taught their husband a valuable lesson—and they had done it with their farts.
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