" Uhh... Can you please stop staring at my legs?" She asked as they made their way to the club... then, like she would always do, she feigned feeling ...bad and apologized."I'm sorry," she said in her baby-talk voice, she gently rubbed his thigh and kissed his cheek," I just had a bad day, hon."He had been through the ringer so many times... he was unfazed as he thought to himself "bad day, huh? you ain't seen nothing yet!"But, alas, as usual at the club she paid enough attention to him and danced. Then we went back to water again and cleaned the soap water from our clothes. We then came out to shallow water, where the water level is till our knees. I hold her from her back and took her ample breasts in both of my hands and started fondling. She was enjoying that move and after few seconds she extended her hand and took my dick and adjusted between her two legs in such way that it touches her pussy through her wet transparent pant. I was moving my pelvic to give her extra pleasure while. But that's not what this story is about, I'm just establishing "slut factor". This story is about FARTING. First I want to say the best thing about my wife's flatulence... her big round ass RIPS the biggest, most airy, odorless, nearly odorless, ANAL ACOUSTICS I have ever encountered. And like she often does, she's embarrassed to bring up, or suggest, certain things. So she makes it look like an accident, or like it was my idea. It started when she asked why I like to gape her ass. I said "I. I wasn’t aware that they guys were looking for the right time to barge into my house and give me a royal screwing. The carnival was approaching and my husband had left for Mumbai in the early hours of the day. It was around noon when my son was sleeping that I heard the knock on the door. To my surprise, I saw Anto and Brett waiting outside. They weren’t waiting for me to let them in as they strode inside the house quickly. Brett closed the door while Anto reached for my breast and started.