Let's wait until he's gone

By Tracee UK

Part 1

My name is Linda Fairstone, and my husband's name is John, He's a salesman

at the Progressive Farm Sales Co. here in Ames Iowa. I was a former "Miss

Teen Wellboro County," and a sophomore cheerleader at State when I met

John, who was a senior and a business major. We married right after he

graduated, and I became a homemaker. He was my first boyfriend, so I had

very little experience with sex of any kind. We've been married for 2

years.

I'm 5' tall, 100 pounds, black hair, wide hips and a nice ass, medium sized

breasts, about a B cup, with pink nipples that stick out pretty far when

I'm excited. John had told me one time that I should keep my pussy hair

trimmed real close, so I do. I just have a little bush above my clit, and

keep any stray pubic hairs around my labia shaved, so I'm smooth on the

sides and under my cunt all the way to my ass.

John had taught me how to get fucked in the ass shortly after we got

married, and would often put his dick up my ass, stretching me out. I think

that was the whole cause of my meeting Sam. About 6 months ago we had a

cocktail party at our house for people from John's office. A lot of his

fellow salesmen and saleswomen were there, as well as his boss and a few

friends of mine from church. John doesn't go to church, but I do.

I was enjoying meeting these people from John`s office, and talking to

them, and perhaps had a little bit more to drink than I should have. I felt

like I had to poop, and went upstairs to our private bathroom off our

bedroom, so that I wouldn't tie up the guest bathroom downstairs. Also, to

be perfectly honest, I didn't want to smell up the downstairs bathroom

because, although I am pretty, my farts and poop can be pretty smelly. I

had just pulled down my skirt and panties, and sat on the wooden seat, when

I looked over at the door to see it open.

In walked Samantha Evans, John's 30 year old boss at the Progressive Farm

Sales Co! I was shocked, and didn't know what to do, so I said, "Uhh, I'm

in here..."

Samantha looked up and her mouth made an "O" shape. "Oh! I'm sorry, I

didn't know you were in here." Oddly, though, she just stood there. When I

had been introduced to Sam the first time, I had been struck by her cute

face, and firm body. It looked like she took really good care of herself

and worked out a lot. I felt a funny tingle when we first shook hands. I

noticed that first time, that she was about 5 inches taller than me, and

her arms were muscled, where mine are kind of just, well, there. She wore

her blonde hair cut short, and I guess somebody could have thought she was

a man if they were looking at her from a distance.

"You know, you're really very cute," she said to me, as I sat on the toilet

seat, my skirt and panties pooled around my feet. I didn't know what to

say, so I didn't say anything. I just hoped she'd take the hint and leave,

but unfortunately she didn't. "I couldn't help but notice how nicely your

tits fill out your top," she continued. I was speechless! I couldn't

believe that another woman was talking to me like this!

"And, to be honest, watching your ass when you walked away from me the

first time I met you, had my mouth watering. I would love to have pulled

down your pants the first time I saw you and kissed that sweet ass hole of

yours. I'll bet it's nice and pink, except when you take a hot shit, and

it's got those sweet brown streaks on it."

"Please, you, you, have to, uhh, leave. I'll call-" I started to say.

"You'll call John?" Sam replied with a sneer. "So that I can then fire him?

You'll do no such thing, sweet Linda."

"You can just listen to my plans for you. That doofus you're married to is

never going to get you what you want and need from life. He's content to

sit on a sofa, watch football, and drink beer. I want you to have the

nicest things, and to have attention paid to your needs, not serving as

some fuck receptacle for that lout." As Samantha said this she

unconsciously rubbed her fingers across her nipples. I watched, fearful,

yet fascinated as she went on.

"You need someone who will love you as you deserve. I want to caress your

sweet breasts with my finger tips, then my tongue, tasting your sweet

femininity, softly lapping at your hard, puckered flesh, then roughly

twisting your taut nipples until you beg me to....twist harder. You need

a knowing tongue to lap at your pretty, pink pussy, teasing your stiffening

clit until you scream with pleasure, then gently biting it until you cum,

shrieking in ecstasy."

"You need someone to press herself against you, melding two sweetly

feminine bodies in a ball of lust, then who thrusts your head down between

her legs to make you eat her hot, wet cunt, and then who makes you beg for

even more. You need to be fucked by that hot forceful woman, first,

endlessly in that hot, sweet cunt, then in as deeply as can be into your

tight, puckered anus. You need someone who's not afraid to tell you that

she'll shit right into your pretty little mouth, and make you eat it-"

"That's it," I said, "I've heard enough of your evil suggestions. I'm a

good, church-going woman and-"

"And what?" Samantha said, with a grin.

"And, well, I shouldn't have to listen to such foul things," I finished,

lamely.

"Look down between your legs, Linda," Sam said.

I looked down and was shocked to see my legs were spread wide on the

toilet, exposing my pussy and even what I had been doing, peeing and

pooping. Worse, my right hand lay in my lap. I had been stroking my clit

while she said those awful things, which didn't seem quite so awful now

that I thought about them. As I still looked down at my pussy, dewed with

my pee and vaginal secretions which were even then oozing out, Sam walked

over to me and stood no more than 6 inches away.

As I looked up at her, she put her hands on the waistband of her slacks,

and to my horror, eased them down her hips. I watched as the linen fabric

descended, exposing her smooth tummy, then bare skin above her pussy, a

small strip of white lace that turned out to be the top of her panties,

very low cut, just above her pussy itself. I watched, fascinated, as her

pants continued down, her pussy slit clearly discernible behind the thin

lace, and the circle of wetness on the fabric at the bottom of her pussy,

where it trailed back to her bottom.

Her pants soon fell to the floor. Sam hooked her thumbs in her tiny white

panties, and began easing them down her hips then, exposing a completely

hairless pussy. I felt my own pussy responding to the sight of hers, though

I'd never even considered looking at another woman's pussy before. From a

distance I felt my finger strumming across my own clit, and soon came,

sitting there on the toilet, a turd halfway out my ass, and spasmodically

peeing small squirts of golden yellow pee. By the time she had eased those

panties down over her smooth, muscular thighs, I had already cum twice,

which was one time more than I had cum with John, my husband, during the

whole 2 years of our marriage.

Sam then dropped her panties to the floor, and spread her legs further. I

felt a tingling in my pussy as I saw her pussy lips separate themselves,

revealing the moist pink flesh within. Her labia were plump and swollen,

her clit already peeking out from under her sheath. I couldn't believe how

long it was, almost like a little dick. "Suck it," Sam whispered.

"Wha, what?" I said, peering up at her face above me.

"Suck it, suck my hard dick," she responded, placing her hand on the back

of my head, forcing my face closer as she simultaneously pushed forward. My

nose bumped up against her protruding sex, and the musky, sweet smell of

her pussy overwhelmed me. She rotated her clit around the tip of my nose,

soaking my nasal passages in the feminine lubricant she was discharging

copiously.  I felt my head swimming from this strange, yet familiar

fragrance, that smelled so like my own.

"Open, open your mouth, baby," she coaxed me. To my amazement, I found my

mouth opening at her command, my lips gently fastening onto the hard,

rubbery protuberance above her pussy. "Yes, that's it, baby, lick my hard

cock, suck it, swallow my hot dick, I want to cum in your sweet mouth." I

pressed my lips harder on her clit, and strummed the flat of my tongue

across the exposed, naked tip of her clitoris. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh, YES, YES,

YES!! OH, YESSS!! OH, OH, OH YES, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH, BABY!!

FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING EAT ME, CUNTLICKER!!" Her hips pummeled me as she

pounded into my face with her clit and cunt. I nipped at the tip of her

clit, and she shrieked then. "OH!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

As she eased herself back down from her orgasm, I felt totally humiliated,

and excited. My hand, which had never left its pleasant harbor between my

legs, began fucking with abandon, two fingers thrusting into my pee-wetted

pussy, the thumb fiercely stroking my hard clit. "Oh, fuck, I can't believe

I'm doing this! God, Sam, I LOVED licking your hot clit!! I want to eat

your hot hole, oh FUCK!!" When I uttered these vile and lust-filled words,

Sam stood on tiptoes and thrust her dripping wet and hot cunt onto my

mouth. I was plunged into an amazing world of sexual excitement, my tongue

thrusting and swirling around in that wet, velvety and hot paradise, her

feminine musk filling my brain and my world.

Covered as it was by Sam's plump pussy, my equally delighted shrieks of

pleasure were muffled, as I bucked my face time and again against her

smooth groin. "Uhh, uhhh, uhhh," I burbled, as I came again, and again. I

slumped back, finally, as I came down from my sexual high, more excitement

than I had ever felt before. After what felt like 5 minutes, but was

probably more like 30 seconds, Sam gently stroked the line of my jaw and

bent down and kissed me. Her warm, soft lips, and questing tongue

re-energized me, and I looked up at her with sparkling eyes, my free hand

grasping her hand on my jaw.

"That was nice, wasn't it baby?" Sam said, and I thought I saw a tear in

her eye. "One more thing to make you mine," she said. I looked at her

questioningly. She straightened up, then brought her cunt back to my

mouth. "I don't want you to lick me, honey. Lock your lips on my hole." I

did as she commanded, and kissed her hot pussy. Before I could be tempted

to insert my tongue into that inviting cavern, however, I felt a hot liquid

seeping out into my mouth. Immediately I recognized that she was peeing!

Into my mouth!

Before I could object, her flow of urine increased, and if I didn't want to

get drenched I had to start swallowing. It was hard to get a sense of the

taste of her pee, as my nose was pressed against her body, but it was salty

on my tongue. I swallowed again, and again, and again, thinking that there

would be no end to her piss, my fingers stroking my cunt once again, as I

built into a sexual frenzy. God, this woman was amazing! As her pee reached

a crescendo, then decreased, I orgasmed twice again, gratefully swallowing

Sam's urine the whole time.

Finally she stopped, and gently removed her cunt from my mouth, to my

disappointment. Stepping back from me, she looked down at me and said,

"We're going to have some fun, you and I. Now you need to get cleaned up

and rejoin the party."

I got a good idea of Sam's idea of fun when I stood to wipe myself. Before

I could bring the toilet paper to my ass, she ran her index finger up the

cleft between my ass cheeks, wiping off a small piece of my shit. She

brought it to her lips and, smiling, popped it into her mouth, between her

pink, lipstick-covered lips, as I gaped at her. She smiled and we cleaned

up, returning to the party below.

Part 2

"Hi, it's me."

"Yeah, he's gone to work."

"Yes, please. I'd love to see you. You've got a key."

"See ya."

With that, I put down the cell phone and snuggled further under the

blanket. Early morning is my favorite time for sex. Unfortunately, my

husband, John, doesn't agree.

I dozed off, until I felt Samantha crawling under the covers with me. Her

body was cool, but heated up rapidly next to mine, with both of us naked. I

rolled over onto my back, slightly spreading my legs, my pussy already

lubricating. Samantha lay on top of me, her 120 pounds pressing down on my

100 pounds, her blonde pubic hair mingling with my black pussy hair.

"You ready, hon?" Sam asked.

"Uh huh," I replied sleepily. I moved the blanket over both our heads, so

that we were enclosed in a little cocoon holding just us. I didn't hear

anything at first, then a high whining noise as the gas escaped Sam's

intestines. Her fart grew louder, and went on for a long time. I began

inhaling, and after about five seconds I got a strong whiff of Sam's

fragrant fart, and began getting even more excited.

I pulled my legs up so that I, too, could release my intestinal gas, and

ripped off a loud, wet fart that made us both giggle. We began kissing

hotly, and breathing in the noxious, but tasty farts that we'd both let

loose. I could feel Samantha's DD breasts pressing into my B cups, her

stiff nipples scratching my sensitive flesh. Each of us would wiggle our

ass occasionally, to allow more farts out. The atmosphere was ripe in our

little stinky love nest, as we ground our cunts together and inhaled deeply

and frequently.

"Fuck, your pussy feels hot and wet on mine, baby," one of us said.

"God, I love your stinking hot farts," the other replied.

"Shit on me, baby, please," one of us begged. The other smiled and pulled

her legs up.

Samantha was hot and ready for me, the turd already halfway out her ass

before I had finished begging her to shit on me. She scooted up my body a

little ways, so that her shit landed on my navel. It felt hot and sticky,

and a little runny, the liquid portion running down at the juncture of my

right leg and my vagina. My hand toyed with the big pile of soft, sticky

crap that Samantha had gifted me with.

 I pulled out a log of her shit from the massive pile, balancing it in my

hand, then brought it up to my nose, where I scraped it over the tip of my

nose, inhaling her familiar shit smell. I then brought it to my mouth,

where my tongue curled around the dank brown crap, and pulled it hungrily

in, where I began softly chewing her wondrous gift to me. The taste of

Sam's delicious shit brought me to a new level of excitement, and I thrust

my dripping pussy up against her, vainly looking for satisfaction.

Since her body was higher up than mine, there was nothing to rub against,

until I felt her hand land between my legs, roughly strumming my cunt. I

came immediately, bucking against her pressing hand. She wiggled her whole

hand inside me, fisting me into a delirium of pleasure. I moaned around my

mouthful of crap, and Sam dipped her face down to mine, to kiss me and

share her smelly bounty that filled my mouth. My other hand found her

dripping cunt, and I fingered her pussy briefly, then pinched her large

clit between my thumb and forefinger, making her buck several times from

the pain and pleasure. My other hand found the rest of her load on my

belly. I grabbed it and slapped my hand on Sam's abundant front, smearing

shit on her breasts, throat and stomach. She pressed her wet, sticky front

onto me, smearing me with her wet shit.

Our tongues danced wildly, our bodies squirming together, the stench of our

shitty love nest filling our noses. "Uhh, fuckin' A, baby. I'm cumming

while you eat my hot shit!" Sam yelled, her hard body pushing me down into

the mattress. "OH, YEAH, I'M FUCKING YOUR HOT LITTLE GIRL BODY WITH MY

HARDNESS!! FUCKING YOUR WET HOLE, DEEPER, DEEPER!!!" God, I love the way

she fucks me, her muscles squeezing me, her flat, hard stomach against

mine, her shit in my mouth!

Sam finally came down from her O, and slumped down on me, her body covering

mine. Soon, though, she roused herself and looked down at me, kissing me

gently. "Want to fuck me now, baby?" She asked, with a smile.

"Oh, yes, please," I replied. We squirmed around under the covers until my

small body was laying on top of hers. I now pulled my legs up, until I was

semi-squatting on her, and I could feel my shit coming out with an

urgency. My load was VERY wet, almost like diarrhea, and a hot gush of poop

squirted out all over Samantha's stomach, a hot stench filling the air,

though by now the air was already pretty foul. Several harder lumps of shit

flowed out, too, and Sam picked these up to bring to her nose.

Sniffing these enthusiastically, she popped the larger turd in her mouth,

the smaller in mine. We kissed, then, our brown lips opening to each

other's oral toilet, mashing the foul mess together. My hips pressing

against Samantha's in a dance of dirty lust, my passion building

inside. "God, YES! Sam, you're so hard on my little cunt! Fuck me with your

pussy, baby, make me cum with our hot shit all intermingled! All over us,

sweetheart, we're covered in each other's hot shit! OH! OH! AHHH, I'M

CUMMING ON YOU!! OHH! YES!! YES!! FUCK ME, SAMMM!!!!!" I came down

slowly. Each orgasm Samantha gives me seems to become more intense than the

last.

It was my turn to rest on Sam now, our exhausted, shit-covered bodies still

hidden beneath our blanket love nest, the heat and stench

incredible. Finally, though, I returned my lips to Sam's and we kissed

gently, tenderly, for a few heavenly minutes. "You've got to get to work,

Sam," I said.

"And you've got to clean this up," she said. I eased back the blankets,

letting in the daylight, and we both blinked. Stepping gingerly out of bed,

so as not to track excrement all over the room, we surveyed the mess we'd

made. Her hand cupping my ass, Samantha said, "And John doesn't suspect

anything?"

"No, I told him that I got a plastic cover for the mattress because I

sometimes wet the bed when I'm sleeping-"

"And when you fuck, too," Sam said, giving me a quick kiss on my willing

lips.

"Yes, and that I like to wash the bed linens every day because of my

`cleanliness mania,' as he calls it," I finished. "So, while we were a

LITTLE messy, it all comes out in the wash, so to speak."

"Well, let's clean US up right now," Sam said. We took a steaming hot

shower together to remove all traces of our shit play, and it took a lot of

scrubbing this time, to get the smell off. I saw Samantha to the door, and

as we kissed once again, her strong hand caressing my small, wet, naked

pussy, Sam said, "I think I`ll send John on a sales trip to South America

for two weeks, starting next week. How does that sound to you, baby?"

I just smiled, my pussy getting wetter in anticipation.