Dirty Anal With Wife

The hotel room door crashed open, as I had just pulled on the handle with my body pushed up against my wife's, our tongues probing each other's mouths, my other hand squeezing her left breast hard. My wife stumbled backwards into the room and I grabbed her by the butt cheek to keep from falling over.

Her head thudded against the wall just inside the room, as I pushed her up against it, hand now inside her shirt, squeezing her nipple while I continued to mash my lips against hers. I reached down between her legs, under her short skirt my fingers easily finding her smooth shaved vagina on account of her not wearing panties, as I rubbed between her outer pussy lips, already slippery, my finger lubing itself on her juices.

My wife's eyes were closed as she softly moaned, feeling my finger plunge deep inside her pussy, thumb rubbing her clit simultaneously. I pushed the outside of my foot against her calves, roughly forcing her legs to spread to make her soaking wet cunt easier to access. I placed two fingers together and reinserted, plunging deep past the second knuckle and began to vigorously thrust my digits in and out of her pussy. My wife moaned, her sounds muffled by my mouth and tongue continuing to probe her mouth.

My other hand squeezed her breast before releasing and slid up her chest to her throat. My large hand easily surrounded her petite neck and I squeezed gently on either side while pushing upwards forcing her head back. Her muffled moans grew louder while I thrust my fingers deep inside her cunt with my other hand. My wife sagged a little, her butt sliding down the wall, but the firm grip around her throat kept her from sinking further. She gave herself to the situation, her face reddening now, a vein protruding from her temple while I continued to masturbate her cunt.

I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and released my grip on her throat. Her knees buckled and she slid slowly down the wall into a sitting position, knees bent, skirt up around her waist, wet pussy spread open and glistening. Her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed as her head swam with the copious alcohol we'd both been drinking at the bar all night.

"I don't feel so good, " she stated.

My wife crawled slowly into the bathroom on her hands and knees, towards the rim of the toilet. She grabbed the edge and leaned in, puking her guts up. I had a great view of her ass she leaned over the porcelain, plump pussy lips on full display from the rear, her wrinkled asshole teasing me. Unable to help myself, I dropped to my knees behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, making her brown star more accessible. I bent forward, tongue protruding and began to administer power licks on her asshole.

My wife's body convulsed again as she puked. I pushed my tongue into her butthole, ramming it in as far as I could. I alternated between tongue-fucking her asshole and slurping and licking all around the entrance. She moaned in pleasure (or was it because she felt sick?) as I continued to work her backdoor.

My wife lowered herself to the cool tile floor of the bathroom. She lay on her side, legs splayed, giving me access to her pussy and ass. I bent forward to continue eating her asshole, my right hand now rubbing her clit at the same time.

Suddenly, I felt a warm wetness on my hand and a spreading puddle of urine on the tile floor. I quickly cupped my hand under her pussy and collected some of her urine stream. I raised my hand to my face, inhaling the tangy scent before slurping her piss out of my hand. I bent my face forward towards her pussy and placed my mouth directly over her pee hole. I licked and drank in her salty pee gulping as much down as I could.

As her stream petered out, I stood up and eagerly removed my clothes. My cock was rock hard as I gazed at my wife laying on the floor. Her long thick hair draped on her back to the floor, now matted in a pool of her own piss.

I dropped to my knees and pushed her top leg forward while lifting her butt cheek, revealing her glistening anus, slipper wet from my saliva. I inserted the tip of my finger, slipping it in easily, feeling her tight sphincter around my fingernail. I pushed my finger further, passing the first knuckle as it continued its journey now past the second knuckle, deep into her asshole.

The tip of my finger touched something firm. I poked around as I could feel a turd, nestled near the exit. Withdrawing my finger, it carried a small smudge of brown excrement. I lifted my finger to my nose, inhaling deeply, before placing it between my lips and sucking it clean. My heart pounded as I savored the first taste of her waste.

I reached my hand back down to her asshole, this time parting the entrance with two fingers. I pushed firmly feeling her sphincter yield with more difficulty this time.

I paused briefly before applying more pressure, my fingers sliding into her ass slowly but steadily. I savored the feeling of her asshole gripping my two digits, their tips probing her spongy insides, once again coming in contact with her poo.

I began to thrust my fingers back and forth, with each stroke gliding more easily in and out of her butt. With my other hand I spread her ass cheek wide, better to see the view of my anal penetration.

My wife groaned as her stomach gurgled slightly. I wasn't sure if she was going to puke again. I pulled my fingers out once more and again, placed them in my mouth, sucking streaks of brown.

There were some specks of brown around her anus on account of my vigorous thrusting. Leaning forward, I lowered my face to her ass and using my tongue, explored the edges of her wrinkled asshole, licking up each brown speck until her ass was clean. I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue back into her asshole. Now her sphincter pulsed, protruding slightly before returning to its contracted state. I watched as it pulsed again, this time allowing a brief glimpse of the brown shadow inside.

My wife groaned again, as her turd began to make itself visible, the conical tip breaching her sphincter. It paused there before another anal contraction caused it to slowly emerge from her butt, extending about an inch before its journey halted once more. Using my tongue, I traced a circle around the tip, feeling the nooks and crannies of the excrement, gently caressing it, not wanting to break it off.

My wife's ass pulsed again, her poop beginning the next phase of its inexorable journey. It slowly slid out of her ass, crackling wetly, tracing a path over her butt cheek before reaching the floor. It had a relatively firm consistency, but wasn't hard by any means. The seemingly never-ending turd continued to cascade from her butt, making a neat pile, before finally being pinched off by her sphincter.

Before waiting to see if there was more to come, I quickly guided the head of my throbbing penis to her asshole. Gripping her upper thigh, I pulled her body towards me while simultaneously pushing my cock into her. My penis head forced its way past her sphincter, meeting the soft resistance of another poo. I continued to push, burying my cock deep in her butt, nestling in the warm wet nest of her excrement. As my thighs contacted her butt cheeks, they squashed against the pile on the floor, the aroma of her shit blooming, a sticky slapping noise.

I began to rock my hips back and forth, thrusting my cock in and out of her dirty asshole. Brown streaks of shit now caked my penis as I rammed into her, dirtying her butt cheeks. I pulled out to see her ass gape, before it contracted. As I watched, her butt yawned again, my wife expelling another huge turd. This one scooted out and flopped softly on top of the prior pile which by now was spread all over my thighs and her butt. I waited to see if she had more. I wasn't disappointed. Another brown avalanche cascaded out, this one a little wetter, curling on the bathroom floor.

Gripping my wife's butt I pulled her up onto her knees. Her ass up, her face resting on her arms on the bathroom floor. One butt cheek was caked in her own excrement. I stood up and straddled her ass, guiding my cock downwards into her sticky brown hole. Using my bodyweight, I bent at the knees into a half squat, pushing the entire length of my penis into her ass from above.

I paused for a beat, savoring the dominant position I found myself in, her ass impaled on my cock, shit spread everywhere, her musky scent filling the bathroom. I grabbed her with both hands at the crease of her thighs and started to pump. This wasn't going to take long.

On each thrust, I pulled back, pausing at the apex, before slamming back down into her. With each connection, my wife squealed. My balls slapped against her pussy as I pounded her asshole. I felt a tingling sensation starting in my scrotum, all the way through my lower abs. I continued my long strokes, feeling the pressure rising, her stinky shit filling my nostrils.

I could hold out no longer. With a long guttural moan, I thrust downwards, pulling her butt cheeks into my belly as I ejaculated into her asshole. I let loose jets of hot cum, my penis pulsating against the tight grip of her sphincter. Finally after 5 or 6 pulses, I pulled out, her gaped asshole winking at me.

Letting go of her hips, my sank back to the floor. As I sat back on the cool tile floor, resting against the bathtub, I watched her anus pulse once more, this time a river of brown cum burping out of her asshole as my dirty cream-pie met the pile of shit and piss on the bathroom floor.

I reached up to the bathtub faucet and turned on the shower. This was going to take a while to clean up.