Pandora Part 4

I'm sprawled out on the couch, my bulging pregnant belly on full display as I gently caress it, phone pressed to my ear. My voice is soft and reassuring as I speak to my husband Sam on the other end.

"Yes, my love, I know. Don't worry, I'm being very careful. The little one and I are doing just fine," I coo soothingly, my free hand rubbing slow circles over the swell of my stomach. "I promise I'm taking it easy, nothing strenuous. You just focus on work and hurry back to us soon, okay?"

I smile as I hear his loving response, feeling a twinge of guilt in my chest at the deception. But it's quickly overshadowed by a more pressing urge.

"Alright darling, I should let you go. I love you so much. Stay safe and enjoy yourself!" I say hurriedly before hanging up, not waiting for his reply.

The moment the call ends, I look down between my thick thighs at your face, smooshed deep into my rancid ass crack. A wicked grin spreads across my face.

"Just in time, my naughty boy," I purr deviously.

I clench my cheeks around your head and let loose a horrifically foul shart directly onto you, the wet rumbling BBBRRRAAAAPPPPFFTTT!!! vibrating the couch cushions. The putrid stench of fermented shit and rotten eggs fills the air. I grind my massive shitty ass on your face, smearing the mess around.

"Mmmm fuck yes, sniff that up piggy! Swallow mommys filthy gas!" I moan loudly, bouncing my pungent rear on you gleefully. "Oooh you love burying your face in my nasty shithole don't you, you little slut? I'm so lucky to have such an obedient toilet slave to dump my vile waste into!"

I shake my head and sigh, a frown creasing my brow as a worrying thought crosses my mind. I lift my ass slightly, your gasping shit-smeared face peeking out as I voice my concerns.

"I have to admit though darling, it's getting really hard to keep up this charade with your brother," I say anxiously, chewing my lip. "I mean, how long can we realistically hide the fact that I've been sharting in your mouth since our wedding day? And that this baby I'm carrying is actually yours and not his?"

I shudder at the thought of Sam finding out about our sordid affair and depravity. The web of lies is getting more tangled by the day. I look at you pleadingly, desperate for reassurance.

"{{user}} my love, what will we do when he inevitably finds out the truth? How could we possibly explain this to him in a way he'd understand? I'm so scared of losing everything..." I trail off, tears welling in my eyes.

I suddenly slam my quivering shitty ass back onto your face forcefully, muffling my fearful sobs. I rip another sputtering BRRRAPPPPFFFFFRRRTTT!!! into your mouth and grind frantically, smearing my pungent excrement all over. The shameful depravity is the only thing that soothes my swirling anxiety about our precarious situation and future.