Our Dirty Secret

Cara leaned towards me and planted her lips on mine. She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I could taste and smell the dirty toilet water on her breath. I couldn't believe what we were doing. It was so deviant and abnormal.

She broke off the kiss and reached her left hand into the toilet bowl, her right hand finding the back of my head like it had down before. She scooped dirty water out of the bowl and pushed my head down. "Here," she said. "Drink."

I was a little less eager than she had been so she brought her hand up to my face, and when I didn't immediately open my mouth, she rubbed her palm into my face and wet me with the toilet water. "Don't be shy," she said. "It's good."

She dipped her hand back into the bowl and this time when she brought it up, she waited for me to open my mouth. When she saw me open my mouth, she brought her hand up and I sucked the pissy, shitty water out of her hand.

"Good, isn't it?" she asked when I was done.

"Tastes so nasty," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"That's what's so good about it," she said, smiling devilishly.

"What we're doing is so disgusting," I said.

"I know," Cara replied. "And it makes my cunt on fire."

"We both just drank some stranger's piss," I said, gripping my cock and giving it a good hard squeeze.

"Yeah," Cara said, and she put three of the fingers of her left hand into her mouth.

"Out of some nasty gas-station men's room toilet bowl."

Cara took her fingers out of her mouth and stuck them into my mouth.

"Yeah," Cara said as I sucked on her fingers. "What else should we do?" she asked me.

"Huh?" I asked after she withdrew her fingers from my mouth.

"What else do you want to do?" she asked again.

"I don't know," I said, "do you want to fuck now?"

"Not just yet," Cara said and smiled lewdly again.

Cara looked down at the toilet and said, "This toilet is so dirty." She looked up and over at me and said, "Maybe we should help the gas station out and clean it for them."

"Oh God baby, what do you mean?" I was stroking myself and playing with my balls now, as turned on as I'd ever been. My wife was being an absolute, lust-fueled, pig and I loved it.

"Look at this dirty rim," she said, playing her finger tips lightly over the oval of the toilet bowl rim. "Maybe we should clean it...with our tongues."

"With all of those pubes and piss stains on it?"

"That's what will make it fun, dont'cha think?"

"Oh, that's so incredibly nasty," I said. "I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can," she said. "Just close your eyes and pretend it's my cunt that you're licking."

"That's not just from the guy who took this dump," I said. "That's a whole day's worth of piss stains."

"I know," Cara said. "It's from all kinds of different men. I bet there's all kinds of flavors there."

"Oh baby," I asked. "Are you really this nasty?"

"I'm a toilet slut, you know that about me. And so are you." I just stared at my wife, the mother of my children, both horrified and delighted at the same time by her. "Try it with me," she said, and pushed herself away from the bowl so that she could put her face by the rim. She wagged her tongue at me, and without another word, began to lick the filthy toilet rim. I watched as she worked her tongue over dried piss stains, rehydrating them with her saliva, and pushed curly pubic hairs around with the tip of her tongue.

"Tastes good," she said, in between licks at the rim, "you really should try it too." One of her hands was back busy with her pussy.

I was mesmerized watching Cara being so disgustingly filthy. I squeezed my penis head, stroked the shaft, tugged on my nut sac, and poked a finger around my anus. I didn't want her to stop. I wanted her to lick all of the piss stains off of the toilet rim and eat those pubic hairs. I imagined all of the cocks those hairs fell from. Maybe some of those hairs had come off of guys' asses too. I was overcome with lust at the sight of my wife degrading herself.

"I can't believe you're doing that," I said.

She lifted her head up momentarily and said, "I see that you don't mind watching me." After that she went back to work on the rim of the toilet.

"It's fucking driving me crazy," I said.

"Then try it," she said. "Don't let me have all of this to myself." She had licked half the rim by this time. The piss stains had been licked clean off the rim and had been transferred onto my wife's tongue and into her mouth. I leaned down and licked her face while she continue licking the rim of the bowl. She turned and touched her tongue to mine. I could taste the bitterness that was on the end of her tongue. "Help me," she said. "Help me clean this."

Cara and I finished licking the toilet rim clean together. When we were done there were no more yellow piss stains on it. Just a few stray pubic hairs that we hadn't picked up. We both picked hairs off of our tongues. I'm sure that we had both eaten more than one.

We kissed for a long time. During that time, someone came to the restroom door and tried to open it. They of course found it locked and went away. I don't recollect if others came to try to use the restroom while we were in there. I was in a lust-fueled haze and was totally focused on what we were doing. I was so out of my mind with lust that I didn't even flinch when Cara reached into the toilet and pulled the man's large primary turd out of it. It was hard, and long, and dripping with water.

"Oh my God," I said. "Yeah. Of course," I said.

"You didn't think I was going to let this go to waste?" asked Cara, smiling and holding the turd up so that we both could examine it.

"No," I said, shaking my head, my hand furious on my cock now. I didn't care if I came. We were in a surreal twilight zone now, where anything was possible.

Cara was holding the turd up between our faces...only inches away from both of us.

"That man left us this beautiful gift," she said.

I nodded.

"It would be rude to just flush it away."

I nodded again, saying, "Yes."

Cara turned the wet stool this way and that. It was long and in danger of breaking in two. I could see that it was staining her fingertips.

"So big and thick," she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"I bet his cock is just like this. Big and thick. You think?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it is."

"Would you have liked to watch me suck his cock while this big shit came out of his ass?"

I paused, and then nodded.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm sure you would have." She continued examining the large piece of feces. "That might be something we look into for the future." I was masturbating and fixated on the turd which she was moving slowly around, hypnotizingly.

She brought the turd right up to her nose and sniffed it. "Yum," she said. She held it out to me and I sniffed it up close too. "Are you wondering what I'm wondering?" she asked me.

"What it tastes like," I answered.

"Yeah," she whined. She was bringing herself close to a climax again. "What it tastes like, exactly." She squeezed the turd a little too hard and it broke in two and fell onto the tiled bathroom floor. She looked down and said, "Now there's a piece for both of us." She took the hand away that had been busy at her pussy and picked up the broken turd, one piece in each hand. She was holding one of her hands out to me.

I took it from her, but asked, "You're not really going to do that, right?"

"Why not?" she asked, playfully flicking her tongue out at the piece of shit she was holding.

"Have you ever eaten shit before?" I asked, my cock so close to popping.

"No," she said, shaking her head and biting her lip, her eyes still fixed on the turd. "But there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" She looked up at me and actually winked. I was dumbfounded, I didn't know what to say.

"How about just a little lick," Cara said, bringing the turd close to her mouth.

"It's not safe," I said. "It's dangerous. We don't know who he is, if he's healthy." Truth is, I wanted to touch that man's shit to my tongue too. I wanted to run my tongue up and down the length of it, and watch my wife do it too. I imagined myself blowing the biggest load of cum that had ever shot out of the end of my dick, as I watched my wife suck on a strange man's turd. Suck it like a cock, like a cock made out of shit. It was such a mind-blowing turn on just to see her holding that stranger's turd in her hand, indicating in no uncertain terms, that she was interested in licking it.

Some sane part of my mind made me say those words. It worked. It stopped Cara from going all the way with that lump of excrement. Cara was so out-of-her mind full of lust that she would have done anything last night. I'm sure of it. If I had given her even the slightest bit of encouragement she would have put that feces into her mouth. Sucked it. Maybe had even eaten some, or all of it. I can't say for sure. It was crazy. We were both out of our minds.

"Baby, we need to slow down. Take it easy. We can explore this more, some other way."

Cara pouted, but looked up at me. I had gotten through to the sane part of her mind as well. She nodded in agreement, turned and tossed her half of the turd into the toilet bowl. It landed with a splash. I was about to do the same with mine, when she stopped me.

"Don't," she said. "Maybe we can't taste it, but we can still play a little more." She lifted up her blouse and pulled it off over her head. She unstrapped her bra from behind and removed it. "Rub it on my tits. I want to go home with that man's shit all over my tits."

"OK," I said, relieved that I had stopped her from doing the vile thing she had been considering, and OK with fulfilling this less vile request.

I moved closer to her and began rubbing the turd over her breasts and nipples. She masturbated while I did this and came at least two times. The turd was firm and I had to eventually press hard to get it to smear on her chest. With a little effort, I got almost all of it caked onto her tits. When I was done she stood up and looked in the bathroom's dingy mirror. "NIce work," she said and she put her bra and blouse back on.

I was hard the whole ride home, knowing that another man's shit was smeared all over my wife's tits. We both could smell it too. Cara masturbated with me during the ride.

We snuck into the house, up into our bedroom, Cara removed her clothes and I fucked her with her tits covered in the shitty, disgusting mess. I fucked her and told what a disgusting pig she was. She just agreed with me and ran her hands through the filth on her tits. I came quick. We took a shower together and cleaned her up.

After the shower, we were still so turned on that we fucked again. And as I said in the beginning of this story, we did it again in the morning. My cock was stiff when I woke up, the memory and images of the night before still fresh in my mind. Cara was more than willing to accommodate. She told me that she had hardly slept at all and had masturbated again a number times. She'd lost track of how many times she'd cum.

I needed to write this down because it seemed so unreal. What we had done. So perversely surreal.

If I'd only imagined that it had happened, if the whole thing had been just a dirty dream of mine, that notion was dispelled by the text message I received from Cara while I was typing out this story. It read: "When can we go back to Lowe's Corner?" It was accompanied with a little devil emoji.