Farting Around the House in Heels
As I walked around the house in my high heels, my swollen belly bounced gently with each step. The exquisite discomfort of the distended mass within me was both thrilling and arousing. I couldn't help but tease the man who had come to visit, my husband.
"Did you see that swollen belly?" I asked him, smirking as he struggled to contain his laughter. "Do you see it? Do you know why it's swollen?"
I watched him squirm, knowing full well that the answer to his unspoken question. It was because my belly was filled with scented air, trapped by the tight seal of my heels.
"Yes," I replied, my voice taking on a sultry tone, "because it contains... prrrrrr... scented air!"
My husband's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. He couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Scented air? What do you mean by that?"
I moved closer to him, placing one hand on my distended belly and leaning in so that our bodies were almost touching. The intoxicating scent of my farts wafted towards him, making his head spin.
"Don't you want to know what it is?" I purred, running my other hand through his hair. "Do you want to feel it for yourself?"
He couldn't resist, leaning in closer to me. As his face neared my ass, I gasped dramatically, pretending to be taken aback.
"Oh, you like that?" I teased, grinning mischievously. "You want to feel and smell them better, huh?"
I slowly lowered myself onto the couch, spreading my legs wide and letting him get a good whiff of my farts. The leather squeaked under my weight as I arched my back, pushing my ass up in the air for him.
"Mmmm, yes," he moaned, his face red with embarrassment and arousal. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Well, keep going then," I purred, grabbing his head and pulling him closer to me. "Don't stop now, baby."
I felt his warm breath on my exposed ass cheeks as he leaned in closer, savoring the scent of my farts. His hands began to explore my body, tracing the contours of my belly and grabbing handfuls of my ass.
"Prrrrr," I moaned, feeling the pressure build up inside me. "I think it's time to unhook it all."
I sat up slowly, allowing him to see the massive load of scented air waiting to be released. My husband's eyes grew wide as he watched in anticipation, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
With a loud sigh of relief, I let it all out. The most powerful, pungent, and scented farts filled the room, enveloping us both in their warm, naughty embrace.
"Oh, god," he groaned, his face beet red as he buried his face in my ass. "That was amazing."
I laughed gleefully, feeling an intense sense of power and pleasure coursing through my body. This was exactly what I had been hoping for when I decided to tease him with my farting ass and scented air.
"Mmmm, you like that?" I asked, grinning wickedly. "Do you want more?"
He nodded eagerly, and I knew that I had him right where I wanted him. With a wink, I stood up and began to sway my hips from side to side, teasing him with the tantalizing scent of my ass.
"Let's try some new positions," I suggested, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
And so, our game of farting and scented air continued, each time pushing the boundaries of our taboo desires just a little bit further. It was a journey that neither of us could have anticipated, but one that had bound us together in a twisted web of pleasure and embarrassment.
As I lay in bed later that night, my husband's arms wrapped around me, I couldn't help but smile. In all honesty, this had been one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. I knew that we would be exploring this strange new world together for a long time to come.
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