I smiled. Celia, my wife, was finally getting that shower she'd needed, wanted, for three days. Caring for a small baby was time-consuming, of that th...re was no doubt. She was suffering a little post-partum depression; a good hot bath should ease some of that tension, I hoped.Soon enough, the water stopped running. I waited a couple more minutes, and then wandered into the bedroom. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the. ”My first exclamation was, “No!”Then I indignantly asked, “Why would you ask me to do that?”His answer seemed somehow logical. “Because I want to see it. I want to know how big it is. Because it’s yours.”Now, I have a problem in that I’ve always been pleased with my dick. By that I mean I think it’s a good-sized one.Another problem is that maybe I like it too much when someone complements me on some physical attribute of mine, like my eyes, or my hair, or my build. But no one has ever commented. Poo I scream. She begins to take a dump. Thick and thin poo come out. It is very delicious. I move my face up to her arm pits as she leaks over me. my mouth full of her shit i kissVassanti on the lips. she quikly drinks her poo. then i start licking her arm pits. She reaches in her bag and pull out a black case. she takes a strap on cock out of it and tells me to put it on her so i do. then takeing a pair of handcuffs she chains me faceing the stall. she says "poo" so i let out a torrent of. Soon that silence was no more. The silence was replaced by her repressed moans.“Ah… Ah… Oh! Fuck…”Her breathing started to get heavy. She had to be quiet or she would wake her son from slumber. Her fingers moved more voraciously. The treasure got wetter. She grabbed the shower handle as she got higher and higher…“Ah! Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Ahhhh….”Until she climaxed, biting her bottom lip hard. She listened for any sounds. Soaking wet, she turned the shower off.She stepped out of the shower in her.