Remember

I have to tell the story of a memorable evening I spent with my wife a few years ago. I was visiting her after work at her mother's place, where she was staying for her postpartum recovery. In our culture, the tradition is for the mother to eat a lot and drink huge amounts of milk to support breastfeeding and regain her figure. It worked incredibly well, too; she had filled out beautifully, especially around her backside, which had become wonderfully heavy and voluptuous. And all that milk and fatty food gave her endless gas.

We were both sitting on the tiled staircase steps. She was wearing just a small T-shirt and a piece of fabric tied around her hips. She was explaining how her mother was stuffing her with food when, suddenly, she leaned slightly to the left and lifted her right leg a bit to avoid being hindered by her new curves. And right then, she let out something monumental right next to me! A huge, wet, rumbling fart that lasted a good five seconds. With her big bottom resting on the tiles, the sound echoed through the whole house.

Her mother shouted from the living room, "Where is that noise coming from?" My wife burst out laughing and shouted back, "Sorry, Mom it's the milk!" Then she turned to me with a smile: "See? I hadn't even finished explaining it to you, and it just came right out!"

But that was only the beginning. Knowing it turned me on and that I loved it, she started having fun with it. The pace picked up incredibly fast: in less than thirty minutes, she let out over twenty of them! At least one every minute.

She amused herself by varying the pressure, shifting from a deep, heavy rumble achieved by pressing her bulk firmly against the floor to little crackling sounds by lifting herself slightly. She would break up the sounds and stretch them out; it was quite a show. But she held back from making them too loud because of her mother.

At one point, her mother called her to come take her medication. My wife stood up on the step right above me. With her buttocks practically at face level, she whispered to me with a big, mischievous grin: "Honey, don't you dare move you're in for a treat."

Since she didn't want her mother to hear from the hallway, she had to be careful. She clenched her buttocks tightly to control the airflow and let it escape without applying pressure. It produced a long, muffled whistle slightly crackling and seemingly endless, lasting a good eight seconds... "Breathe deep watch out for asphyxiation!" she giggled softly before hurrying off to the kitchen.

As soon as her mother grabbed her things to run an errand, it was total liberation. My wife came back to me with an even more mischievous smile: "Hmm... No more holding back now, baby!"

She sat down again, but this time between my legs. And while we chatted, she kept up her performance. At one point, I couldn't take it anymore, so she went to get a tissue. As she walked away, I watched her big buttocks swaying in the fabric; she paused for a moment, pushed them backward, and let out another incredibly loud fart in three distinct bursts.

When she got back, she asked me to lean against the wall so she could figure out how to make me cum while letting out a string of farts.

That’s when the big explosion happened: a series of very loud, heavy, and completely unrestrained farts. Once she sat down, she hiked up her skirt so I could admire her thick thighs and moved her buttocks close to my crotch. I was standing sideways to her while she faced me, her right hand inside my trousers. She started masturbating me with the handkerchief while continuing to fart more and more frequently. It took less than ten minutes for me to cum into that handkerchief, right as she let out a long, crackling, and incredibly loud fart. We stayed on the stairs chatting for a good hour after that. Every now and then, she would pause mid-sentence, take a deep breath, and let out those endless farts.

Even though things calmed down a bit toward the end of the evening, it was an incredible time. The final one happened as I was getting into my car; she looked both ways to make sure no one was around and let out another monster, saying, "One last one for the road, sir..."