Natalia Kapretti had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. While her husband was away on business, she missed the sweet stench of his foul-smelling ass, the taste of his shit in her mouth, and the feeling of his dirty cock deep inside her. She let out a sigh of relief as she watched him walk through the door, still wearing his work attire. He wasn't aware of the depraved thoughts running through her mind; all he knew was that he was home and wanted to see his beautiful wife.
She greeted him at the door with a loving kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as he set his things down on the hallway table. "I've missed you so much," she muttered softly against his lips, grabbing his ass and feeling the warmth of his insides against her palm. His face lit up in surprise as his eyes widened in realization. "Is that what you missed?" he asked nervously, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the ground.
"Mmm, yes," she moaned, kneeling down before him and placing his hard cock into her mouth. It felt so good to have it back between her lips after all this time apart. She slowly worked her tongue around it, teasing the head as she sucked gently, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. She glanced up at him, taking in his reaction. He was clearly surprised but also aroused by her actions. She moved her head up and down, bobbing her head as she took more of his length into her mouth.
As she continued, she felt the familiar sensation build up deep inside of him – it was almost time. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him once more. "You're about to blow, aren't you?" she asked sweetly. His face flushed red, and he nodded in response. Smirking, she took his cock back into her mouth, using her hands to stroke and massage the base as she moved her lips up and down his shaft. The mixture of pleasure and shame was evident on his face. "Swallow it all," he groaned, thrusting forward and pushing his load deep into her throat.
She gagged on the suddenness of it but didn't pull away. Instead, she embraced the feeling, her tongue scooping up every last drop of his cum. As she pulled back, she couldn't help but grin at the sight of him, weak-kneed from the orgasm. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, trying to catch his breath. She stood up, her face beaming with satisfaction. "That was incredible," she said, stepping closer to him and rubbing his still-soft cock against her sweaty cleavage.
Her mind was racing with perverted thoughts now. She wanted more- she wanted his shit. Kneeling back down before him, she retrieved his pants and pulled them back up to his waist, nestling her face between his ass cheeks. She inhaled deeply, taking in the powerful scent of his ass. "Please, let me taste it," she begged, her fingers tracing circles around his asshole. Slowly, he let out a long, deep groan and pushed his ass closer to her face.
The moment his asshole was within reach, she took it between her lips, sucking softly at first. It tasted salty but also incredibly arousing. As she sucked harder, she felt his body tense up again. This time, when he released his load, it was much, much stronger than before. She didn't mind - in fact, she welcomed it. She lapped up every drop of his hot, thick shit, savoring the taste that had become her drug.
As she stood up again, a shit-coated grin spread across her face. "Mmm, that's what I've been missing," she said, licking her lips unashamedly. His eyes were wide with surprise and horror, not quite sure what to make of his wife's newfound appetite for his ass. "You like that, don't you?" she teased, straddling him and lowering herself onto his cock. It was still somewhat soft but it would do.
She began riding him, rocking her hips back and forth as she ground against him, feeling the sheets beneath her become sticky with their mixture of sweat and shit. She was in heaven- this was what she lived for. His dirty cock deep inside of her and the feeling of his hot shit against her skin. Her moans echoed throughout the room as she climaxed hard, screaming his name as if it were a prayer.
Afterward, she collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting. For a moment, there was silence, and then she broke it. "I know this is wrong," she whispered, "but I can't stop. I need this." He wrapped his arms around her, hesitantly accepting her confession. They both knew their relationship had changed forever; there was no going back from here.
But as they laid there, entwined in each other's arms, Natalia realized one thing: she didn't want to go back. This was who she was now- a dirty, perverted lover of all things shit. And she couldn't imagine ever feeling the same way about anyone else.
