Alyssa and Dan were enjoying a casual dinner at one of their favorite restaurants as they often did after a hectic work day for each of them. She was a reporter for a local television station and he was a CPA in a small accounting firm.
As they talked while waiting for the waitress to bring them their bill, Alyssa suddenly got a strange surprised look on her face.
"Oh god, I think I just pooped."
Without saying another word and before her husband could respond, Alyssa stood up and headed to the restroom. Dan's eyes immediately focused on the seat of his wife's navy blue pants as she walked away. He saw no sign of what his wife had exclaimed.
Ten minutes later Alyssa returned to the table. Dan had already paid the bill while waiting for her.
"What the heck? Are you alright?"
"Yea, just a minor incident. What some people refer to as a shart."
Dan shook his head and chuckled.
"Wow, I thought maybe you had actually pooped your pants."
"Not really, just a little in my panties that I had to wipe out. I need to get home and wash them before the stain sets in. It's just weird. I can't believe I even did that."
Dan shook his head and chuckled again as they got up to leave.
Immediately upon arriving at their house, Alyssa went to the bathroom and washed out her panties. She hung them on the towel rack then changed into her pajamas to get comfy for the evening.
Dan also changed out of his work clothes into his usual night wear, a baggy pair of athletic shorts and a tee shirt. When he went to the bathroom and saw his wife's pink cotton bikini panty he couldn't resist the desire to inspect it. There wasn't any visible stain in the seat from Alyssa's little accident but when he sniffed them, he could detect a faint odor.
As Dan smelled his wife's underpants, he couldn't help but rub his cock. He'd had a fetish for females pooping their pants since his youth and this was as close to having it happen as he had ever been.
"Mmmmm yea, there definitely was some poo in these panties. It's too bad there wasn't more."
A few minutes later, Dan was sitting on the couch drinking a beer and watching a television show with Alyssa as she sipped wine. Through the entire show, he kept thinking about the event from earlier in the evening. When the show ended, he couldn't resist his curiosity on whether his wife ever had other accidents.
"So I've been kind of wondering, has there ever been any time since you were an adult that you pooped your pants? Not like tonight, I mean like a big poop that filled your panties."
"That's such a weird thing to ask. Why do you want to know?"
"I'm not sure. I was just thinking about it."
Alyssa hesitated as she gave Dan an odd look.
"Well maybe, I guess."
"You guess? Does that mean you have?"
"You know it's not something I usually talk about. It's kind of embarrassing to tell anyone."
"I understand that but I'm your husband. You should be able to tell me anything. So have you?"
"Okay, so yea. I've had a few accidents. It probably happens to about everyone at least once."
"Accidents as in plural? You've done it more than once?"
"Twice."
"Seriously? So how, where, when?"
"I think I've told you enough. I've had accidents two times and that's all you really need to know. This is a strange conversation."
Dan backed off in his questioning but after about fifteen minutes he started pushing the subject again. He was persistent and even though his wife was getting annoyed, she gave in so he would quit asking,
Alyssa told her husband the first accident happened during her senior year of college when she was living with her friend Heather. She had an intestinal virus. While throwing up in the toilet, she also lost control of her bowels and messed her pajamas with diarrhea.
"Well that's bad timing for sure. Did Heather know you pooped your pants?"
"Yes, she actually got me clean PJ's and helped. I was so embarrassed."
"You shouldn't have been. You were sick and couldn't help it."
"I know. And she said the same thing happened to her one time. I'm not sure if she was telling me the truth or just trying to make me feel better?"
"I'm guessing she probably wasn't making it up. So what about your other accident?"
"It was much worse even though no one knew about it."
"So let's hear about it. You were alone that time?"
"Yea. I was driving on the freeway, coming back from a news story I had to do."
"When was this?"
"About a month before we got married."
"Holy shit, and you never told me?"
"Of course not. Why would I tell my husband to be that I pooped my pants?"
"Okay, well go on. You were driving back from doing a story?"
"Yea, and I was having some serious gastro-intestinal issues. I didn't know if it was from something I'd eaten at lunch or what, but I had bad cramps and really needed to poop."
Alyssa explained that she was going to pull off at an exit to find a restroom, but a rest area was only five miles ahead and she knew she could wait for it. A few miles further up the road before she got to the rest area, traffic came to a complete halt.
"I knew right away I might be in trouble. After not moving for fifteen minutes, things were getting bad. I kept cursing myself for not stopping at the exit."
"Okay, so then what happened?"
"After another fifteen minutes without traffic moving even an inch, I gave up. The cramps and pressure were too bad to keep trying to hold it, and I had no idea how much longer I would have to wait. It felt really strange making the decision to poop my pants but I felt like I didn't have a choice."
"So it was more of doing it on purpose rather than an accident?"
"I guess you could say that. Like I said, I was miserable and felt like I didn't have a choice. I lifted my butt off the seat and was just going to go a little bit but once it started coming out, I couldn't stop. It all came out at once. I couldn't believe what I did. There was so much and it smelled so bad. When I lowered my butt it spread out all over my butt and between my legs. It was so gross."