Her voice cracked as her fading beauty-now meaningless to me-seemed to die a little more. She meant nothing to me. My bewitching brown oval consuming my soul with a desire like no other.
Lusting for just one kiss with my poop-chute, I pulled my finger from my ass, tasting it with sensual delight. The sour, pungent taste of fecal matter brought my cock to a complete and raging hard-on - pulsating with every excited heartbeat. Smacking my lips, I savored the grotesque turd juice, as if sampling a fine wine. The pre-cum now dripping with erotic anticipation from my pounding ramrod.
"Hold my ass-cheeks open while I jack off," I ordered my wife. "I want to see my asshole when I cum."
"No! I won't do it!" she screamed in complete distress, the hurt in her voice matching the desperate tears streaming down her face. "This isn't right! It's not fucking right! I'm your wife!"
Ignoring her, I reinserted my index finger up my pooper, while furiously masturbating with my other hand. Angels sang as I began building toward orgasm, moans of enchanting ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls. My eyes crossed as I screamed with absolute pleasure, I was close, so fucking close.
"Stop it! Stop it!" my wife pleaded.
My strokes became more defined, faster, harder. I cried out in desperation. Almost there...
"Jesus! Fucking stop it! This is our home! Ours!" she cried. "How can you...?"
A tremendous warmth filled me, as my cock spit white gravy in immense, systematic spurts. I continued fingering my asshole, stimulating my prostrate, enhancing the sexual euphoria, as my steaming cock shot thick man juice across the bathroom, clinging in long, mucilaginous strands to the wall. My vision blurred, feeling the full force of the powerful quake. The light faded as I fell into world of unconsciousness, basking in the comfort of my newfound love, and the endless pleasure of an absolute anal infatuation.