You come home from work to a meal I prepared for the both of us; beans and hard-boiled eggs. Ugh. Sorry about that, I need it for the farting video I have to make tonight. We sit across from each other eating and talking while I fart over and over. I'm so lucky you're not bothered by my farts, sorry for the smell though. Too bad you're not into my farts, right? After I've destroyed my stomach with dinner, and my farts have obviously progressed into big loud ones, I excuse myself from the table and head off to my office room to work. You go to our bedroom, where you decide to watch your favorite kind of fetish. FARTING! I walk past the room, farting, unaware of what you're doing until I hear it. I walk up to the door, still farting, but you don't even seem to notice. I immediately call you out for watching fart porn. I thought you weren't into that kind of stuff?? You always told me that my farts never bothered you, but you NEVER told me you were into them. I demand you to turn the video off, and turn around and blast you in the face with farts while wearing right jeans. I occasionally moan, and mention how wrecked my stomach is from dinner. I tell you that we're going to start doing this all the time from now on, and you won't ever have to watch another fart content creator when you have ME. I fart session laying on the bed with my butt-crack out and your behind me, blasting away. We're doing this all the time from now on, it's fun!