My husband, John, and I had been married for almost a decade. During our time together, we had explored many fantasies and desires. One of our more extreme fantasies was about poop and pee, specifically me making diarrhea in my black high heels. We had never acted on this particular fantasy until last weekend when John surprised me with a brand new pair of black pumps for our anniversary.
As soon as I slipped my feet into the delicate shoes, I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. It wasn't anything unfamiliar, but it was stronger than usual. I brushed it off as nerves and excitement and went about getting ready for our night out. The anticipation built up within me as we got ready, and when we finally left the house, I found it hard to contain myself.
Once we arrived at our destination, I couldn't resist any longer. I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom. My stomach was churning, and I could feel the diarrhea pushing its way through. The moment I sat down on the toilet, my world became a blur. The explosive force of my bowel movement surprised even me. I strained and pushed as hard as I could until finally, relief coursed through my veins.
I stood up feeling lightheaded, but also oddly satisfied. My stomachache was finally gone, and the relief was much-needed. I flushed away the evidence and washed my hands quickly before returning to our table. The look on John's face when he saw me walking back was priceless – a mix of shock, amazement, and arousal.
"Did you enjoy yourself in there?" he asked with a smirk.
I smiled back at him and took my seat. "Yes, I did." I said simply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Throughout the rest of our night out, we made small talk and laughed, but my mind kept returning to the moment in the bathroom. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to do that again, to fill another pair of shoes with my warm, smelly mess.
As we walked home, I felt a familiar rumbling in my stomach. It was as if my body was calling out to me, urging me to create more chaos. I glanced down at my shoes, the leather perfectly clean once more. The thought of ruining them excited me beyond words.
"Would you mind if we go home a different way?" I asked John. "There's something I need to take care of."
He looked at me curiously but nodded his head in agreement. We walked in silence for a few minutes before I stopped abruptly in front of a convenience store.
"Do you mind if I run in quickly?" I asked him.
He shook his head again, his eyes never leaving my face. There was an unspoken understanding between us – this was our thing, our dirty little secret.
Inside the store, I grabbed a package of baby wipes and a bottle of water. As I walked towards the bathrooms, I could feel the urge growing stronger. By the time I reached the stall, my hands were shaking, and I couldn't wait any longer.
The moment I sat down, the world fell away again. The warmth spread throughout my body as I relieved myself for the second time that night. I moaned softly as the feeling of release washed over me. I could hear myself making soft, wet noises, but it felt so good. It felt natural.
When I was finally done, I cleaned myself up as best I could with the baby wipes before walking back out to where John was waiting for me. He didn't say a word as we walked home, but he couldn't keep the grin off his face. I couldn't either.
As soon as we got back to our apartment, John flopped down on the couch, watching me eagerly as I kicked off my shoes and slowly peeled off my socks. I took a deep breath, anticipation filling every fibre of my being. This was it. I positioned myself over the corner of the coffee table and let go.
The warmth of my pee soaked through the fabric of my trousers and pooled onto the hardwood floor beneath us. My muscles contracted again and again as I emptied myself completely. When I was finally done, I leaned back against the edge of the table, breathless and exhilarated.
"That was amazing." I breathed out.
John nodded in agreement, a look of pure satisfaction spread across his face. He reached out and took my hand, pressing a gentle kiss onto my palm.
"Let's do it again sometime," he whispered in my ear.
And so, our twisted journey into poop and pee eroticism continued, each time getting more intense than before. We explored every inch of our darkest desires together, finding solace and excitement in the things most people would find disgusting.
