"Oh, honey, you shouldn't have done that," she exclaimed as she staggered through the front door after a long day at work. Exhausted and collapsed on the couch, she didn't notice him lying in wait underneath it. But as soon as she heard the telltale snicker from beneath her, she knew exactly what was coming next.
With trepidation mixed with anticipation, she squatted down on the floor and let out an earsplitting fart that echoed through the otherwise quiet room. She watched with satisfaction as her husband's face turned red from holding back laughter, trying desperately not to give away his hiding spot.
"Oh, come on now, slave," she chided him as she turned around and spread her legs wide apart, offering him a clear view of her bare ass. "I know you're down there."
She let out another loud fart that caused them both to giggle uncontrollably. He crawled out from under the couch, his face flush with excitement at the proximity to her stinky hole. She pushed him back down on the floor under her dress and sat on him, his face nestled between her thighs.
"Now let's see who can outfart who," she teased, taking pleasure in the power dynamics that their slowly escalating gameplay was revealing about themselves. They took turns farting into each other's faces, each trying to outdo the other in both loudness and stench.
As the game went on, their organs responded to the increasing amount of intestinal gas with a cacophony of burps and more farts. They thrashed about on the floor, their clothes getting tangled up in each other's movements. They were both so preoccupied with letting loose the sounds that had been building up inside them that they failed to notice the door opening behind them.
"What in the holy heck are you two doing?" their eight-year-old daughter squealed, eyes wide with disbelief at the sight before her. "Get a room!"
Their laughter subsided, and they quickly scrambled to their feet, trying to explain away the situation as an innocent kidding around session. But the look on their daughter's face told them that she wasn't buying it. With a shake of her head, she walked away, shaking her head and muttering something under her breath about how gross her parents were.
As they cleaned up the mess they made on the floor and put their clothes back on, they shared a look filled with amusement, embarrassment, and a hint of arousal. They may not have won their daughter's approval for their toilet slave game, but they both knew they had won something far more important: each other's hearts. And even after all these years together, there was still something new they could discover about their love for one another, even if it was through a game as bizarre as Toilet Slaves Scatology.
