During lunch at work lastweek, i ate 3 plates of beanz(which i shouldnt have). When i got home, my husband delighted to see me said, honey, Ive a surprise for dinner tonight. Excitedly, he blindfolded me and led me to a seat at the dinner table. Just as he was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold till he returned. He then went to answer the phone. The beanz i ate was disturbing me and the pressure was unbearable so while my husband was out of the room, i seized the opportunity, shifted my weight on one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, the smell was like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. I then shifted to my other leg and ripped of 3 more. The stench was worse than cooked cabbage. My ear carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, i kept on detonating atomic bombs for a few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. At last, the telephone farewell in the other room signalled the end of my freedom so i quickly fanned the air around me once more, fold my napkin on my lap and placed my hands on them feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the face of innocence as my husband returned apologizing for taking so long. He then asked if i peeked and i said no. At this point, he removed the blindfold and i saw around the table, about 12 dinner guests which included my hubbys friends and inlaws e.t.c... all with their hands to their noses. If you were me, what would you do?
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 07:40:07 +0000
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