Anniversary Fun 4

I paused in the door way between the living room and bedroom of the hotel suite to take in the view. My wife was naked, laying on her side, eyes closed, resigned to her fate. Her arms were raised over her head, bound in handcuffs, attached to the bedframe. Her top leg was pulled up a little, her pussy lips and asshole just visible in the shadows.

My cock was already rock hard.

We'd been celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary in Las Vegas, with great food, gambling, clubbing and plenty to drink. At our relatively advanced ages, my wife being 38 and me 50, we couldn't hang so had come back to the room at the early-for-Vegas time of 2:30am. Besides, I was horny as hell, still hot for my wife after 10 years of marriage, with my horniness amplified by the parade of long-legged, high-heel-and-short-skirt wearing 20-something women that were literally everywhere in Vegas.

I scooped a few strawberries from a bowl in the living room, left over from our champagne celebration that kicked off our evening much earlier. They weren't quite ripe enough so we hadn't eaten many, but they were perfect for what I had in mind next.

I walked over to the bed and knelt on the floor, positioning my face next to my wife's shapely ass. It was my favorite asset of hers, big for her short stature but a perfect combination of firm glutes wrapped in a slightly jiggly outer layer. I reached up pushed her top ass cheek with my hand, revealing her puckered asshole. Her Latin heritage meant her wrinkled star was brown, even though her skin was relatively pale. Her asshole was completely hairless, freshly waxed before our trip.

I bent my face towards her butt, my nose an inch from her asshole and breathed deeply through my nose, inhaling her musky scent. I extended my tongue and bent further until the tip of my tongue reached her wrinkled star. I began to administer long and powerful strokes to her anus, dragging my tongue over her wrinkled pucker. My cock twitched again, throbbing in anticipation. I continued to work her asshole, alternating between lapping with my flat tongue, and poking it into her dark entrance, thrusting powerfully to penetrate her anal opening. I relished the feeling of her elastic sphincter parting slightly with each thrust, before beating back my tongue with its strong grip.

I leaned back and gripped her ass cheek with my right hand before plunging my thumb into her slippery anal entrance. I rhythmically thrust my thumb in and out, just to the first knuckle, before pausing and then pushing deeper, feeling the tip of my thumb breach her sphincter into the spongy nest of her rectum as her asshole gripped the entire length of my thumb.

My wife gasped and I could feel her clench down, as she gently writhed on the bed, tugging at her restraints, her asshole plugged with my fat digit. I withdrew my thumb and briefly glimpsed her pink rosebud before her asshole winked shut. I raised my thumb to my nose inhaled sharply, again relishing her beautiful scent.

Her asshole sufficiently lubed with my saliva and loosened by my thumb, I took the first of the plump strawberries, and placed its tip against her asshole. My wife flinched, feeling the cool tip of the fruit nestled by her anus. Using my thumb I pushed firmly, at first thinking I was going to squash the fruit before it began to breach her sphincter, the muscle yielding as the fruit slowly descended until it was embedded in her ass. I paused briefly, observing her asshole plugged with the red fruit but then continued to push, the strawberry descending into the depths of her butt, swallowed up by her ass. I watched her her sphincter close around my thumb as the strawberry reached her rectum.

My wife groaned and squirmed on the bed as she felt the first fruit fill her butthole.

The second strawberry was a little larger, but it eagerly followed the path of the first, requiring only slightly more firm pressure to penetrate her asshole, disappearing into her ass to join the other.

"Ahhh, I feel so full," exclaimed my wife.

"One more to go," I informed her.

I grabbed the third, and final, fruit. It began its journey easily, but halted as it nestled in her sphincter, forward progress blocked by the first two fruits. I used my index finger to push harder, sliding the strawberry further into her anus, the other two making room as it passed the sphincter. I paused again with my finger wedged past the second knuckle, deep in her butthole. As I gently wriggled my digit, I could feel the presence of the three fruits, nestled in her insides, jostling in their spongy prison. My wife's body bucked with my digital stimulation, the presence of the three strawberries causing her belly to bulge slightly.

Withdrawing my finger, I noticed some faint flecks of brown on my fingernail and raised it to my nose, inhaling deeply relishing the forbidden scent.

My wife squirmed, pulling against her restraints and fidgeting on the bed as she accepted the discomfort of the fruits filling her rectum.

I climbed up on the bed and knelt behind her thighs, guiding my cock towards her pussy, rubbing my penis head against her tight vagina. I was saving her asshole for later.

I lifted her butt cheek up, slightly parting her pussy as I probed her outer lips with the head of my penis. I pushed my hips forward, my cock straining against the entrance of her vagina, before it popped through, sliding into her warm pussy. I began to rock my hips, sliding my cock into her slippery vagina. With one hand gripping her upper thigh and the other grabbing onto her left breast, I quickened the pace of my thrusting, my wife's body bouncing against the thrusts of my bodyweight on the springy bed.

I could feel a slight pressure on my cock from the presence of the strawberries embedded in her ass. As I pumped, my wife began to let out a long low groan. I moved faster, my stomach and thighs slapping against her ass cheeks, the bed creaking, my wife's groan now a high pitched wail.

"Ohhhhhhh fffffuuucckkkkk," she yelled, drawing out the words. "Yesssssss".

My wife's body convulsed, her vagina walls clamping around my penis as she orgasmed. I slowed my pace, holding myself back, not yet wanted my own release.

Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths.

As I withdraw my still-stiff cock from her pussy, it sprang upwards, straining against its own skin. I leaned forward draping my body over hers and shoved my tongue in her mouth, feeling her tongue reciprocate as we kissed deeply. Suddenly, my wife drew back.

"Ughh, my stomach. I think I need to go number 2," she said.

"Just relax," I suggested.

"I can't go here," she said.

"It's ok, let it out," I encouraged.

"I'm going to make a mess," she responded.

"Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up. Just relax," I replied.

I climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor, my face next to her butt again. I raised her ass cheek once more to get a clear look at her asshole. Her sphincter pulsed, bulging out briefly before retracting.

"Let it go," I said.

Her sphincter pulsed again, this time opening enough for me to see the red shadow of a strawberry nestled in the aperture of her asshole.

"Ugghhhhh, I can't stop it," groaned my wife.

The first strawberry breached her anus and gently popped out onto the bed. Her sphincter contracted, but only briefly. It pulsed again and the second strawberry emerged, tumbling out and landing next to the first, before her asshole contracted once more.

I waited patiently.

Her sphincter bulged once more. The third strawberry filled her anal opening, as her muscle pushed to expel it. However her asshole did not contract this time. Instead, the strawberry was riding a fat dark brown train of excrement, crackling out of her butthole, cascading over her lower ass cheek and piling on top of the strawberries on the bed. It curled over the fruits as it slid down her cheek. The shit was the consistency of a firm toothpaste as it squeezed out, blanketing the fruits and forming neat pile. It left a streak of brown on her ass cheek.

The stink of her large poop wafted towards me. The initial wave was a little nauseating, before I became accustomed to it's stench. I marveled at the large pile and could just make out the strawberries, buried under the shit avalanche.

Her butthole pulsed on more time, with a softer and smaller turd expelled, landing on the existing pile.

"I think that's it," said my wife.

I examined the mess on the bedsheets. The thick turds draped over the fruits, burying them in a stinky blanket.

The first strawberry was relatively accessible. I leaned forward, teeth bared, nose grazing her turd as I plucked the strawberry deftly from the brown mess. I threw my head back, letting the fruit drop into my mouth before chewing it up and swallowing.

The second strawberry was a little more buried in her scat. I bent my face into the pile, my nose sinking into the soft turd, teeth scooping up the fruit along with a portion of shit. I enveloped the strawberry in my mouth, savoring the tangy and nutty flavor of her excrement as I rolled it on my tongue. I chewed slowly, the fruit and shit mixing together before swallowing the lot.

The third strawberry, which was the first to be expelled from her asshole, was going to be the grand prize. It was buried deeply wrapped in a cocoon of shit. I used my finger to dig in through her muck, parting her shit until I found its location. I leaned in, opening my mouth wide and plunged forward, using my teeth and tongue to snag the fruit, like an arcade claw machine retrieving its shitty prize. I scooped up a significant chunk of her turd in order to snag the strawberry. I felt her shit smear my nose and mouth, my teeth cleaving through the soft pile as I took the strawberry into my mouth. I rolled it around my tongue, feeling like the contents of my mouth was equal parts excrement and strawberry. I chewed slowly, a brown paste forming in my mouth along with the masticated fruit, like a dirty smoothy. I swirled the concoction around inside my mouth like I was tasting a fine wine, savoring the aroma of my wife's shit in my nostrils and the taste in my mouth before swallowing the mush.

I paused, making sure it was going to stay down, licking my lips clean.

I turned my attention back to the remains of her brown mess. I scooped my hand underneath, picking it up. I marveled at the heft of the warm, wet mess that my wife had expelled from her petite body. I smacked my hand down on her butt cheek, splattering the sticky shit on her skin, and used my hand to spread it over her ass, both cheeks, and inside her ass crack.

I climbed back on the bed behind her and shuffled forward on my knees guiding my now rock-hard cock to her asshole. I chuckled to myself as I observed my hand had left a shitty handprint where I had grabbed her by the waist.

Spreading her shitty butt cheeks apart, I positioned the head of my penis in the brown mess guarding her asshole. I pushed my hips forward, the head penetrating the soft turd, entering her sphincter, pushing some of her poop back into where it came from. I continued to push my hips, my cock sliding gracefully into her asshole, lubed my the turd, pushing to the hilt.

"Ohhhh," my wife exclaimed, as she felt my cock fill her asshole.

I paused, savoring the all the sensations, the sticky mess on my hand, her ass, my groin and the strong stench of her shit filling the room.

I began to thrust, slowly at first, watching my brown-coated cock glide in and out of her ass. The smell intensified as I ground my hips into the shit around her ass. My wife emitted high-pitched grunts, timed for each thrust as I hammered her butt.

I once again smacked against her butt cheeks, but with a sticky squelching noise as her poop was squashed between our bodies.

Now I could feel my groin tightening and my balls tingling as I reached climax. Grabbing her thighs, I threw my head back and ejaculated a hot gush of cum deep inside her anus. I thrust again, pumping another stream of cum. My balls emptied their contents into her butthole.

I pulled back, my penis sliding out of her butt. I watched my wife's asshole pulse as it sought to expel my brown cum, which dripped down her ass cheek to pool on the remnants of her brown pile on the bed sheets.

I slid of the bed and bent my head towards her asshole one more time, tracing my tongue from her vagina to her sphincter, slurping up a line of her excrement.

Now this was what marriage was all about.