THE FIRST TIME

Our house has only one bathroom, so sometimes my wife and I are forced to

share space in the mornings.  We have a the typical married-couple

relationship - we're pretty casual about doing nearly anything in front of

each other, with the exception of taking a dump or period-related stuff.

Last Thursday, we were getting ready - she for work, I for school.  Part of

Denise's routine is that last thing before she leaves the house for work is

that she *has* to take a shit.  I don't know what it's really all about - just

a thing she has about shitting in a pot not her own.  She doesn't make any big

secret of it - that's just the way it is for her.

I was in the shower, ensconced behind the opaque curtain.  Neither of us could

see the other, but I could hear her voice as she moved around the room.

Suddenly, her voice was coming from about waist level, and I heard the faint

noise of turds dropping into the water, as we continued our usual morning

conversation.  I heard her finish, get up, and close the toilet lid.  She

said, "I won't flush the toilet since you're in the shower, but you *need* to

do it when you get out."  The implication was clearly that she had just

finished taking a shit.  She then left for work. Such is our morning routine.

Ever since we began dating, I've had a strange obsession with Denise's bodily

functions.  I would always listen to her take a leak or crap whenever we were

together, and encouraged casualness about personal hygiene functions between

us. Pervert that I am, I even went so far as to drill spyholes in the wall of

my apartment's bathroom, so as to watch her.

Most days, I'll simply flush the toilet without a second thought. On a number

of occasions, however, I've opened the lid, and had a look at what she left.

Guess I'm just really curious. I've found this examination of my wife's shit

to turn me on more and more as time goes on; I catch myself thinking about

watching her do it.  She's a bit too repressed for me to actually bring it up,

however - she's kinda skittish about swallowing cum, much less letting me

watch her use the toilet.

On this particular morning, the urge struck me to do more than look.  I got

out of the shower, dried off, and opened the lid.  There floated a couple

sheets of toilet paper; resting on the bottom were a group of 10 or so small

pellet-like turds.  They were so small and perfect. I wanted to pick them up

and hold them.  So, I did.  First one, then another, then several at a time.

They were shiny, brown, and slick - I became determined at that point to see

the production of those round little beauties.

That evening, I decided to make pasta for dinner, in a big red sauce, with

bread and a bottle of wine.  As I tend to do when I, uh, want something from

Denise, I kept her glass well-filled during and after the meal.  Who needs GHB

when you have Cabernet Sauvignon and a compliant partner?

After dinner, we lazed around and watched TV, chatting idly.  Somehow, I

managed to get the conversation onto modesty and bathroom habits, and how

she'll let me be in the room when she's peeing, but not when she's taking a

dump.  I teased her, asking if she made her turds in some secret, magic

process that noone else was allowed to see.  Naturally, she said they were -

otherwise, she might have had to admit she's just embarrassed to fart in my

presence.

After about 20 minutes of this discussion, she got up and announced that she

was headed to the bathroom, and that she was going to fuck me when she got

out.  I opened my mouth before I could stop myself and said, "Let me watch!"

She stood there for a second, calculating, not sure if I was serious.  Then,

she said with a grin,

"Well...you can either watch me pee or have sex tonight."

I grinned.

"Okay, I'll watch.  Your pussy can have the night off."

She stopped cold.  She was stunned that I'd actually call her bluff and

decline what was sure to be great sex just to watch her go to the bathroom!

She started to walk away, disbelieving:

"You're full of shit."

"Not at all.  I'm serious here - if you let me watch, *really* watch you,

 I'll forget about sex tonight."

She blushed, rolled her eyes, and began to walk back to the bathroom.  I knew

that meant she would make good on the deal. I got up, and followed her back

into the bathroom.

As I trailed her into the bathroom, she paused and looked back, as if to make

sure I was *really* serious.  She wobbled slightly with the sudden motion -

she was pretty drunk.  So was I, for that matter.  I'm sure she could almost

see the wheels spinning in my head as I schemed ways to watch her piss AND

fuck her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she moaned.

"Hey, love, it WAS your idea, after all.  You made this bed, now lie in it."

She sighed, pulled down her shorts and panties and began to sit down.  I

stopped her.

"Take them off."

"What?"

"Your shorts and panties.  Take them off, so I can see better. I want to get

my  full value out of this - I'm giving up SEX to see this, you know."

She glared at me, cursing herself for getting into this rather embarrassing

situation.  Nonetheless, she pulled off her shorts and little cotton panties,

exposing her neatly trimmed bush.  I could see her pussy lips poking out from

the hair - they were deep pink and swollen.  Perhaps she was more turned on

than she was letting on...hmmm.  I knelt before her to watch.  She sat

down again on the toilet, knees together.  I was beginning to get frustrated.

"Open your legs, so I can see!  You're not gonna cheat on this now, sweetie!"

She resisted.  Finally I had to actually pry her knees apart and hold them

open with my elbows, resting my hands on her creamy, peach-fuzzed upper

thighs. Her pussy was even redder than it had been, and was beginning to gape

open. I sat there, waiting for the show to start.  Nothing happened.  Denise

sighed frustratedly.

"Something wrong...?"

"I can't, with you watching me."

"Oh, come on.  I watch you all the time, just not this closely, that's all.

Here...just sit back and relax."

With that, I reached a hand in, and began fingering her clit.  She jerked as

I touched the already-turgid flesh of her cunt, soaked with her juices.  She

seemed like she was going to fight me at first, but relaxed as I began to

finger her pussy, rubbing her clit faster, sliding a finger into her,

then two.  I took out my cock and began to stroke it with my other hand.

She got wetter and wetter, and began to move against my hand, humping her

clitoris against my thumb.  All at once, I felt her vagina tense up around my

fingers, and she came, letting out a high-pitched cry.     Her hips bucked

against my palm, pulling her cunt lips across my already-soaked hand.

I felt all the tension go out of her body ad her orgasm subsided, my hand

still gently rubbing her pussy.  Then, I felt a new, warm wetness on my hand.

Her muscles, relaxed from cumming, let go, and she had pissed a little in my

palm!  She turned beet-red, started to fumble.

"Oh...I...I'm..."

"No, no, no...don't worry about it.  Just let it go.  Give it to

 me."

By now she was so drunk, and had to piss so bad, she didn't care.   I felt a

gush of hot urine flow over my hand as she emptied her bladder.  The salty

piss splattered from my hand onto my face, running down my arm to the floor,

through my fingers and into the water below.  My wife was pissing on me!  My

cock grew rock-hard as the thought sank in.  She had drunk a lot, and the flow

from her cunt seemed like it would never stop.  After a few moments, though,

it slowed to a trickle, then dripped into my hands.  The golden droplets hung

from her pubic hair and pussy lips.  I sat up and kissed her, our tongues

dancing across each other.  Her eyes were still burning with lust, as were

mine.  She reached down and grabbed my still-stiff penis and gave it a pull.

She said, "You have to leave for a minute...I'm not done."

I stopped, thought for a second.  I said the magic words again:

"Let me watch this too."

She hesitated, not sure, then shrugged.

"What the hell.  I've pissed on you already tonight.  What's left?"

Denise spread her legs wide, this time anticipating my request. She looked

down, as if she herself was interested in the event.  I put my hand out under

her ass, wanting to catch her shit as it dropped from her lovely, puckered

asshole.  Her stomach muscles tensed slightly, and a loud fart broke the

silence in the bathroom.  We both chuckled slightly - we both were finding the

whole thing a little surreal, really.

Then the prizes began to emerge.  Six or seven small, brown, round turds fell

into my hand, slick and shiny, warm in my palm.  One by one I caressed them,

then let them fall into the water.  She paused after I let the last one fall,

tensed again, and another fart rang out, spraying mixed cunt juices and piss

into the toilet.

"So, is that all?  Are you finished?"

She nodded.  "Yeah, I think I am."

"Good," I said.  We stood up - first me, then her.  She bent over to reach

for her shorts, and my cock, still hard as diamonds, throbbed at the sight of

that lovely brown hole that I had been worshipping moments earlier.  I

dropped back to my knees behind her and buried my face in her ass.  I heard

her cry out in mild surprise, then relax as I went to work on her, running my

tongue over her cunt, rimming her still-sticky asshole.  I stuck my tongue

into the dirty opening - she gasped,  "Oh, you're disgusting," then paused

and said, "Fuck me. Now."

I stood, giving her asshole one last swipe with my tongue.  Bent over the

tub, she was spread wide open, her most delicate parts exposed to my cock's

assault.  Her asshole gaped wide, as if needing to have the void left by her

shit filled.  She arched her back, pulling the hole even further open for me.

 I put the tip of my penis at the opening, and she pushed back, actually

eager to have my rod in her ass.  I pushed in, the path lubricated by my

tongue and her shit, squishing.  She moaned, and I could feel her tighten. I

looked down, and she was milking my cock with her ass; her cunt was spread

wide open, deep red and glistening with piss and pussy juices.   She stood,

and reached back to pull my head in, kissing me deeply as I fucked her ass

and she fucked me back, bumping the round, soft globes of her ass against me,

my balls swinging back and forth, beating on her pussy.  She pulled her shirt

off, exposing her tits, which I greedily grabbed onto, pulling and pinching

her nipples, making her squeal in delight.

She bent over again, and redoubled her backward thrusts.  "Harder," she

gasped.  I was amazed.  When we had had anal sex before, she was never able

to take much.  Now it was like I couldn't abuse her asshole enough.  The rim

of her dark opening was a bright red, grasping my penis for all it was worth.

 I felt her quicken beneath me, and knew she was going to come again, and

then she did; I could feel her cunt and rectum pulsate around me.  My poor

cock had had enough torture.  I could feel the wave of orgasm building within

me as she finished.  Although she was tired, Denise kept right on grinding

that ass back onto my rod, giving it as good as she was getting it.  My cum

boiled inside my balls, and it hit me.   I screamed as a huge wave of white

hot semen exploded into my beautiful wife's asshole - I watched as it spurted

out around the base of my cock, now all the way into her.  Cum ran down the

crack of her ass, around my cock, and over her cunt, mingling with the other

fluids there.  The second wave came, less intense this time, but just as much

- more cum ran out of her ass, flowing down her thighs.

As my orgasm subsided, we just stood there, me still inside her, unable to

move too much.  My now-spent cock flopped out of her anus, followed by a

tremendous fart from the air I had pumped into her.  We cackled with

near-delirious laughter.  She stood, turned, and kissed me, holding me close

to her, then drew back with a strange look on her face.

"What is it?"

She smiled. "I think I could do this again sometime..."