Yesterday, while I was working at home, I found myself with a raging hard on, and I went out to the kitchen, where my wife was cooking. We'd moved into this house six months ago, but we hadn't yet had sex in the laundry room.

We went to the laundry room, where my wife bent over the washing machine, and I pulled her pants down. She hadn't showered that morning, and her cunt smelled strong. I licked my finger and put it inside her from behind, and I pressed my face between the cheeks of her ass and sniffed. She smelled very strong, her pussy rank with her cunt-smell, her asshole slightly sour from the shit she'd taken earlier.

My wife is usually shy about getting her asshole licked, but something about the new location seemed to loosen her up. While I continued fucking her with my finger, I pried apart the cheeks of her ass and began tonguing her anus. As my nose filled with the musty smell of her cunt and the strong reek of her asshole, I could feel the blood surging to my cock, and I took it out of my pants and began masturbating while I ate her asshole.

I ate her asshole and fingered her pussy until she came.

Standing behind her, I dropped my pants. Through the small window above the washing machine, I could see the neighbors' porch. "Do you think they can see in?" I asked my wife.

"If you can see them, they can probably see you," she said.

Though there wasn't anybody on the porch across the street, I imagined what they might have seen if they'd looked at our house: my upper body and my head.

I spit in my hand and lubed up the head of my cock. My wife reached between her legs and guided me into her pussy, which was already wet.

"You're so wet," I said.

"Yes," she said.

After only a few minutes, I came, still with the smell of her cunt and her asshole in my nose, imagining what my face might look like to the neighbors if they'd come outside at that moment and seen my face in the laundry room window.

After I filled my wife's pussy with cum, I let my cock slide out of her. A big gob of cum dripped onto the floor. She pulled her pants up.

A few hours later, in the bathroom, I could still smell her cunt on my finger, and my mustache still stank of her asshole. The smell was so overpowering, I stood above the toilet and made myself come again, thinking about how good it felt to bury my cock inside her.