MY FIRST EXPERIENCE

I guess my very first experience was when I decided to taste my own shit. As it turned out, it wasn’t really that big of a deal. I would pretend that it had just come from my wife’s sexy ass, and that she was telling me what to do with it…like sniff it, lick it, suck it like a big brown cock, bite off a mouthful and chew it, etc. The whole fantasy scenario was usually easier to maintain if I was pretty stoned, and that also made it easier to be more emotionally involved. So even though that was technically my first experience, I don’t really think it counts unless one has eaten, or at least tasted someone else’s shit and/or piss.

It wasn’t until several years later that I finally worked up the nerve to inform my sweet wife of my intense desire to pretend to be her toilet slave and have her shit straight into my open mouth. Even though we have always had a completely open and honest relationship, and completely knew and trusted each other, this was the single aspect of my personality that I’d kept hidden from her (and obviously, from the rest of the world). When I told her that there was one thing I’d always kept from her she became very curious, while having no idea as to what I was about to say. I began by saying that it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to say in my entire life, and she kept gently encouraging me to just come right out and say it. Finally, after much stuttering and stammering with her chuckling at my obvious nervousness, I did! Afterwards, I just held my breath while she, wide-eyed with surprise, tried to comprehend what I’d just revealed. After about another hour or so of quiet conversation on the topic involving lots of questions and concerns on her part, she thought it over briefly and decided that since I obviously wanted it so badly, why not? I was quite surprised at how calmly she took the whole thing, even though she thought it was pretty much the weirdest thing she’d ever heard of! She couldn’t, and still can’t, understand how eating her shit could be so pleasurable for me, but goes along with it on occasion because she loves me and sees how much I enjoy it.

I will never forget that first time either. It was a couple days after I’d sprung the whole thing on her and we had gone out to our favorite Chinese restaurant the night before. That night, she ate quite a bit more than she usually does and we both went home stuffed to the gills. I’d been feeling very amorous since our discussion the day before and she was playing right along with it. In spite of being almost uncomfortably full, we playfully engaged in “teaser” sex, meaning it stopped short of me actually cuming. In addition to some very nice slow and sensual fucking, she sucked and stroked my cock and I returned the favor by devouring her both front and rear. Then she surprised me. Without any prompting on my part and while I was lost in the pleasures of kissing and tonguing her sexy asshole, she farted right into my open mouth and I damned near came without even touching myself!  When she saw what effect her big very un-lady like fart had on me we stopped fooling around for the night, and she told me I’d be getting ‘the rest’ first thing in the morning. God, I thought my head was going to explode with lust!!

The next morning I arose about an hour before she did. I hadn’t slept much all night because of my intense excitement and anticipation of what we had planned. I smoked a fat joint, then sat back and let my aroused mind run amuck while I casually (and carefully) stroked myself. It would have been disastrous for me to fuck up and orgasm before the main event. It would have taken the sexual edge off and ruined the whole experience.

When Jen finally got up and came into the living room, she giggled at the sight of me playing with myself. Then she said, “If you want to be my toilet slave this morning you’d better get into position ‘cause I gotta go really bad!”

 I wasted no time taking my position on a prepared spot on the floor lying face up. Then Jen walked over, stood astride my head and slowly squatted down until her crotch was just a couple inches above my face.

“You’re really in for it now”, She murmured, and suddenly let go a torrent of piss which she aimed at my open mouth. Even though it was her morning pee, the strongest tasting of all, I loved it...due, I suppose, to my heightened senses from both the excellent weed and my extreme lustfulness. I tried to swallow it all but couldn’t keep up with her flow so a lot of it ended up on my face. I found that to be just as exciting…having the love of my life pissing all over my face! It stung my eyes but I quickly wiped it away. Once her bladder was empty, she stood and turned to face my feet. She then squatted down again so that her delectable asshole was directly over my mouth. I reached up instinctively to support her plump ass and to spread her luscious cheeks.

Staring up at her tightly clenched anus, I thought to myself, “This is it!!” Then I heard her say something like, “I hope you’re hungry.” And with that, she relaxed her sphincter. It immediately opened to reveal the glistening tip of what soon grew into a thick dark brown turd, and I watched mesmerized as it slowly descended toward my wide open mouth. I’d waited so long for this moment and I savored every bit of it! I closely studied the moist, smoothly contoured surface of her fat turd while reveling in its pungent heady aroma. I was now, more than ever, ready to taste it…to eat my darling’s shit, hot and fresh, straight from her delightfully distended asshole!

I leaned forward and fastened my lips around its broad circumference, delighting in its firmness and rich earthy flavor. It continued to emerge from her anus with a light crackling sound (which I always find to be incredibly exciting) and pass into my mouth. The sensual delight of tasting and feeling my lover’s shit as it passes over my lips and tongue is almost indescribable.

Soon her amazing turd lodged in the back of my throat which left no where for the rest of it to go but onto my face. Yes, how wonderful! To wear what I’m unable to eat! There was nothing left to do now, but bite through it, chew, and swallow as much as I could,

which wasn’t that much because, in spite of my lust and desire, my unfamiliarity with the bitterness of her rectal treat kept me from consuming too much of it. And there was no way I was going to ruin everything by puking all over myself. So I settled for chewing and mashing half of it around in my mouth so as to fully experience it, and wearing the rest of it on my face.

Since that day, almost seven years ago, she has allowed me to partake of her exotic fruits about six or eight times a year, and while its newness, and the excitement of the unknown have worn off a little, I still enjoy servicing my loving wife and partner in life in this most intimate way.