My heart raced as I stood behind my wife, watching her every move in the shower. I couldn't believe what she was about to do, but I was determined to witness it nonetheless. Suddenly, she let out a deep sigh and brought her leg up close to her body, spreading her legs apart and revealing her wet, bare pussy to me. She then slowly began to lower her tight ass cheeks, exposing her puckered asshole. I held my breath as she reached back and grasped something behind her, quickly taking it out in front of her.
It was a huge pile of soft, warm poop, still steaming from the shower heat. My stomach churned at the thought of what was about to happen, but my cock also began to twitch with anticipation. She positioned the poop between her legs, directly underneath her crotch, and let out yet another sigh. Using both hands, she began to spread the poop around her pussy lips, coating them in the warm, sticky mess. As she did this, she moaned softly, clearly enjoying the sensation.
Then, she lifted one leg up and brought it close to her face, pressing her nose against her foot. She looked up at me with a mischievous grin and winked, knowing full well what was coming next. With one swift motion, she lowered her leg again, thrusting her dirty foot into her mouth. I watched as she swirled it around, getting every last bit of the poop off her sole and onto her tongue. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she savored the taste, moaning loudly this time.
Next, she grabbed the handle of the showerhead and moved it closer, aiming the stream of water directly at her ass. She spread her cheeks wide open again, inviting the water in. As the warm water hit her asshole, I saw her body tense up slightly before relaxing into pleasure. She let out a long, low groan and began to rotate her hips, grinding the dirty foot against her pussy lips once more.
Seeing her in this state of total indulgence was both repulsive and arousing at the same time. I couldn't look away from the sight of my wife, covered in her own shit and enjoying every moment of it. After a few more moments, she moved the showerhead away and stood up straight, reaching down to feel the residual poop on her thighs. She rubbed it between her fingers, bringing some of it up to her nose to sniff, then licking it off her fingers slowly.
Finally, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, water cascading off her body. She looked at me, her eyes glimmering with excitement. "How was it?" she asked with a smirk.
I didn't know how to respond. I was both disgusted and turned on by what I'd just witnessed. But one thing was clear - my desires were awakened by this extreme fantasy and I knew I wanted to experience it with her. As she wrapped herself in a towel and walked towards me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for what might come next.
"That was amazing," she whispered in my ear, dripping wet from the shower. "Now it's your turn."
