During lunch at work
lastweek, I ate 3 plates
of beans (which I know I
shouldn’t). When I got
home, my husband
seemed excited to see
me
and exclaimed
delightedly; Darling I
have a surprise for
dinner tonight.
He then blindfolded me
and led me to my chair
at the dinner table. I
took a seat and just as
he was about to remove
my blindfold, the
telephone rang. He made
me
promise not to touch the
blindfold until he
returned and went to
answer the call.
The beans I had
consumed were still
affecting me and the
pressure
was becoming
unbearable, so while my
husband was out of the
room I seized the
opportunity, shifted my
weight to one leg and
let one go. It was not
only loud, but it smelled
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. Then, shifting
to the other leg, I ripped
off three more. The
stink was worse than
cooked cabbage. Keeping
my ears carefully
tuned to the
conversation in the other
room, I went on
releasing
atomic bombs like this
for another few minutes.
The pleasure was
indescribable! Eventually
the telephone farewells
signaled the end of my
freedom, so I quickly
fanned the air a few
more times with my
napkin, placed it on my
lap and folded my hands
back on it feeling very
relieved and pleased
with myself. My face
must have been the
picture of innocence
when my husband
returned,
apologising for taking so
long.
He asked me if I had
peeked through the
blindfold, and I assured
him
I had not. At this point,
he removed the
blindfold. To my utmost
surprise, twelve dinner
guests were seated
around the table, with
hand holding their
noses!
Love y'all
good mornin