"Ah no! I've no toilet roll!" Lisa cried out.
Ben sat up a little in the bath to see for himself. "Oh oh!"
"Will you go downstairs for some please?" she asked.
"I'm not getting out! Just get into the bath."
"No! Please?" she pleaded.
"I thought you had no issue with it!"
"I don't but I need to wipe myself. Please Ben?" she asked once more.
Ben smiled again and slowly shook his head, the gleam back in his eye. "Come on in.."
"No," she replied, this time a little less forcefully. Ben suddenly got up, shook the water off his feet and stepped out on to the tiles. He walked over to her as she sat on the toilet, her eyes unsure as he approached. He held out his hand. Lisa hesitated but took it. He pulled her up as he flushed the toilet at the same time.
"Hi!" she squealed as her bum got a little wet from the water. She turned to him, a little lost in the situation, suddenly drunker than she realised. Ben turned and led her to the bath, her walk a little funny as she felt a strange mass in between her ass cheeks. He led her hands over the bath so that she stepped in.
"Kneel down please" he said gently, but assertively. As Lisa got to her knees, Ben knelt on the bathmat next to the bath. She looked at him again for direction, the whole scenario throwing her a little off balance. He gently pushed her forward so that she was on all fours in the bath. Cupping his hands underwater he lifted them out and let the contents spill down over her bum, wetting it for the first time. He rubbed the soft cheeks, his hands gliding down to the top of her legs and then back up and running up her spine. Lisa let out the breath she had been holding slowly, with a shudder.
As his hands came back down her back he positioned one on each cheek and caressed gently, slightly parting her bum for the first time to reveal a small amount of soft, brown poop within. Ben couldn't believe how horny this was making him. He always loved Lisa's bum, a love-making session was never complete without a thorough rimming. He would finger her ass most nights too, adding to her pleasure. But poop alone done nothing for him. That being said, here he was, caressing his wife's dirty ass and his cock was about to explode.
Lisa regained some of her composure, her mind locking in to the situation. She was on her hands and knees in a nice warm bath, a shitty bum in the air and instead of feeling self-conscious, she found herself swaying her hips as Ben massaged her buttocks. Ben cupped his right hand in the water again and with his left he spread her cheeks and wet her inside. He then began to knead her butt again, the poop within softening and spreading along her crack with each motion. He suddenly longed to be closer to the action, the four inches of bath panelling separating him too far from his wife. He jumped up and stood into the bath between Lisa's feet and sat down, sliding his legs between hers.
"Where are you going?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
"I was getting a little cold out of the water," he replied with a grin, the sight before him heavenly.
He wet his hands in the warm water again and rubbed slow circles around her bum, spreading her ass wide with each revolution. Then, with his left hand he held Lisa's left ass cheek open and gently placed his right middle finger at the top of her butt crack. He slowly zig-zagged it left and right down her bum until he came to the soft poop which now occupied about 3" of her crack. He paused for a second and then continued the zig-zag motion, gently fingering through her shit, down over her asshole and on down to the start of her pussy. Lisa let out a shivering sigh, slowly swaying her hips to Andrea Bocelli's melody, deeply appreciating the intimacy of the act, the wine having her inhibitions sufficiently dampened. She found herself reaching under and grabbing Ben's cock, gently stroking it in time with her own rhythm. Ben slid further down in the bath, giving Lisa easier access to his cock and leaving his face 1 foot from the sight before him.
He dipped his hands again and this time started lower down at the top of her thighs, rubbing slowly upwards, thumbs touching, grazing her swollen pussy. Lisa let out a low groan of pleasure, turning her head again to look at him over her shoulder and swaying ass. He let his hands continue up, thumbs collecting the mess in her bum, spreading it upwards and completing the move with an outward circle motion back down her cheeks, colouring the skin light brown. He repeated the circular motion several times, spreading the mess evenly over her wet bum. The air still smelled of lavender, but now with a slight hint of something more earthy.
Lisa was in ecstasy, the situation was so naughty and taboo, but intimate. She closed her eyes and cherished all the sensations, the heat of the bath water, the feel of Ben's cock in her hand, the openness of her position over him, the coolness of the bathroom air on her wet bum. She let go of Ben's cock and placed her hand on her abdomen. She paused a second before sliding her hand down towards her pussy, moving her fingers in gentle, deep circles between her lips, down to her wet opening and back up to her swollen clit. She let out another low groan.
The sight of Lisa masturbating while she straddled him, coupled with the raunchy view of her dirty ass near sent Ben over the edge. Carried away on a surging wave of sexual energy he quickly lifted his head towards Lisa's ass, burying his face in her brown butt. He stuck out his tongue and began to rim her deep, her position making it easy to access her, both hands still massaging her cheeks. Lisa flinched at the move, pausing her hand between her legs and looked over her shoulder. Ben never missed a beat, continuing to eat out her ass, smiling eyes locked on hers, a literal shit-eating grin on his face!
Lisa smiled and responded by sitting a little more upright and thrusting her ass harder into her husband's face. She resumed pleasuring herself and, finally being able to support herself on her knees, lifted her second hand to her chest, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Ben continued working her ass with his tongue. It tasted a little stronger than he was used, a bitter tint underlying somewhere but in that moment it was pure nectar. He paused for air, gently slapping both cheeks at the same time and groping her ass.
"Fuck Lisa, this is so fucking hot" he gasped.
She opened her eyes and turned around to look at him. His mouth and cheeks were slightly brown, like someone had applied fake tan to the lower half of his face. He didn't look up at her though, engrossed by the sight of her bum 5" from him. It was Lisa's turn to get carried away as she looked down at her husband enraptured in the act. She rose up and quickly turned around to face him, lowering again to straddle him.
"Aww.." he began to protest at loosing access to her bum but she quickly leaned forward and cupping his face in his hands, she kissed him hard. The mix of wine and whiskey and lavender, coupled with a hint of her poop was strong and intoxicating. They kissed like a couple possessed, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Ben moved his hand to her pussy, finding it wet and swollen, her lips blanched out and clit uncovered. He began rubbing her quickly, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm. She began to whimper through the kiss, breaking the lock of their mouths to cry out in pleasure. Just as she started to cum he slowed the motion, not wanting her to finish just yet. She calmed down and opened her eyes to look at him, a feral need etched across both their faces.
Ben moved his hand down further between her legs, back to her ass. He slipped his middle finger inside easily, his wet tongue having relaxed the muscle. He slowly inserted the digit passed the second knuckle as Lisa closed her eyes and grabbed him, trembling at the sensation, her ass clenching and releasing his finger in waves. The new set of awakened nerve endings firing now were akin to rediscovering sex for the first time. He slowly pulled out so that just the finger-tip remained inside and then thrust back in, each time in an effort to go deeper, each time Lisa groaned a little louder and held him a little tighter.
Finally he removed his finger completely, Lisa gasping twice as each knuckle slipped out of her bum. He brought his hand back up to her chest and rubbed his finger on her left nipple, then her right, depositing what little mess he had found, enraptured in the raunch. Her nipples instantly hardened as he caressed her breasts. He then sat up and took her right nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling over her aureole before pausing to gently bite the tip, causing another groan of pleasure from his wife as she grinded over him. He repeated the sequence on her left breast, lifting it up closer to Lisa's face, her head tilted downwards, her mouth open in anticipation. He kissed his wife again and lifted her breast higher still, bringing her dirty nipple into the kiss. They both took turns licking and sucking her nipple clean in between kisses.
Reaching his right hand between her legs Ben grabbed his cock, wetting it slightly. With his left hand he guided her hips down towards his member and finally entered her pussy. She slid down the shaft all the way to the base, breaking off the kiss again to let out another cry of pleasure, pulling him tightly towards her chest.
Once settled, she began to move up and down on him, kissing him again. Their rhythm slowly increased to full speed, their grip on each other vice-like, the bath water a turbulent maelstrom. Within minutes Lisa's tone raised as she came close to climax. Ben had remained quiet, all his focus was needed on not cumming in the first 5 seconds! Once he heard Lisa begin to cry out in orgasm he let his thoughts relax and erupted deep inside his wife, groaning in ecstasy.
Their climax lasted close to a minute before they slowed to catch their breath. Ben lay back, pulling Lisa forward, her head resting in the crook of his neck. They lay like that for another few minutes before she lifted her head to face him, both of them still panting slightly.
"That was..." She began, between breaths.
"...yeah!" he finished, and they both smiled wide.
As Lisa sat up they both regarded the mess they were in. Before she could think about it too much Ben splashed water over himself and over Lisa's chest, rinsing most of the poop off. He let out a small groan of displeasure as the evidence of their raunchy evening disappeared. She smiled at his reaction. He then pulled the plug in the bath and started the shower head. In under 2 minutes they were both as clean as a whistle, standing out on the bath mat, reaching for their toothbrushes. He turned to face her and smiled bashfully.
"We can teach those Germans a thing or two!" she said with a smile and kissed him.
