Our Dirty Secret (scat porn)

Our Dirty Secret (scat porn)
My wife Cara and I have a dirty secret. In fact, it’s a downright disgusting and filthy secret. It has gotten to the point that I feel compelled to write it down and share it with someone, even if it’s anonymously. If she knew I was writing this down and telling our story, she’d be appalled. She needn’t worry though, because I will keep our true identities a secret. Honestly, I don’t want our dirty game to end. I’d like to see where it goes.

Last night was the culmination of a dirty game my wife and I have been playing now for a few years. As far as I know, no one but us knows about it. Like all couples with dirty sexual secrets, we appear to be a normal couple, with a normal family, living an ordinary life in suburbia. Cara and I have two children, fraternal twins aged 16. A boy named Sam, and a girl named Elaine. This story does not involve my children in any way, and it would be the last thing in the world I’d want my children to know about.

Cara and I both work full-time jobs and we are in our early 40’s. Cara does clerical work in a dentist’s office. She’s 5’2″, has dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and although somewhat wide in the hips, is in fairly good shape. She’s got a pretty, oval-shaped face, and still takes plenty of time to make sure her hair and makeup are always done well. She’s gregarious and friendly, has a great sense of humor and no one would ever suspect how sexually depraved she can be. She and I have recently celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary and I love her more now than I ever have. She amazes me, and I’m getting hard right now just thinking about her. Thinking about not only her, but what we did last night. I’m at work as I’m writing this. My name is Ted, and I am a software engineer for a US automobile manufacturer, and as such, have plenty of time at the computer. I don’t think I’m going to get much work done today because I’m really hoping to get this whole story down.

I really can’t believe my cock is hard again! I say this because, once we got home from last night’s adventure, Cara and I fucked twice. And then we did it again this morning. I’ve cum three times in the last twelve hours, and I think I could easily do it again. Hopefully nobody calls me out of my office unexpectedly because my pants are all tented up!

When it comes to sex, everyone knows that men are pigs. What people are less willing to talk about is the fact that some women are pigs too. Dirty, filthy, disgusting pigs. My wife Cara is one of them. And as a dirty perverted pig myself, I love that fact.

Now, let me get to what happened last night.

As I said, Cara and I have a little game we play. When we are both in the mood, and really horny, one of us will look at the other and say, “Let’s go out and play dirty.” While Cara is putting on one of her short skirts with either a pair of crotchless panties underneath, or sometimes, no panties at all, I’ll gather up my equipment. My equipment consists of a case containing small, concealable wireless cameras, a wireless router, batteries, and other computer stuff. It also contains tools to do light plumbing work.

We have a few locations we work with, all of them in surrounding towns to our own, but we have one in particular that is our favorite and has paid off the most dividends. Simply put, my wife and I get off on having sex in men’s restrooms. But it’s not nearly as simple as that. I’ll explain by describing what we did last night.

We drove twenty minutes to a small town called Lowe’s Corner. It’s a rural town and far enough away from our own to be just perfect. In Lowe’s Corner is a combination gas station and convenience store, the name of which I’m going to leave out. Lowe’s Corner is a real place and if you’re ambitious enough to investigate it, you could probably figure out which state we live in, and the gas station in question.

This Lowe’s Corner gas station is older, the kind with the restrooms accessed from the outside of the building. The store is open late into the evening and keeps its restroom doors unlocked. Perfect for our purposes. What’s perfect also is the fact that their restrooms are small and only accommodate one person at a time.

What we did last night, as we’ve done several times before, was park our car in the side parking lot on the side of the building with the restroom entrances. I backed the car in so that we could watch people coming and going from the bathrooms. It just so happens that there is a dumpster in the parking lot and just enough room on the side of it away from the street that I can fit my car in it. The gas station/store is on a somewhat busy road and gets a lot of patronage. Another reason why we like it.

At a quiet time, when there was a lull in the amount of customers, I went into the men’s room and set up my cameras. We’ve done this before, and after previous experimentation, I know just where to put them. Once in place, and after a little bit of practiced tinkering with the plumbing in the restroom,I returned to my car and powered up my equipment. It was early evening in late October and it was getting dark quickly. Once all of my stuff was turned on, and my router working, I checked that my cameras were functioning using my tablet computer. I showed Cara that they were by pointing the tablet at her in the passenger seat and she smiled and nodded her head.

Then we waited.

On nights where we’ve had to wait a long time, we usually fill the time by talking dirty and masturbating while we sit in the car. Cara just has to hike up her skirt a little bit to access her pussy and I usually wear sweatpants or something similarly loose so that I can get at my cock.

But last night we didn’t have to wait long at all.

The restroom side of the building is fairly well-lit and by our position in our car, and it’s proximity to the building, Cara and I can see who is coming and going. We’re only interested in the men of course, (although I have contemplated figuring out a way to set up my equipment in the women’s restroom so I could spy on them, but I don’t want the risk of getting caught), and I wait for Cara to give her indication of who she’s interested in.

When Cara nods her head, or says something like, “this one”, I turn on my tablet and we spy on the man in the restroom. There are three cameras that I have set up. One showing a wide shot of the restroom, another focused in close on the urinal, and another focused on the restroom’s one toilet. As you can imagine, Cara waits for attractive, in-shape, younger men to enter the restroom. The kind of guys she would be attracted to. And let me also state, it’s a rule of ours that we never spy on children, on boys. If the guy looks even like a teenager, we keep the cameras turned off.

Although it turns us both on to watch a man use the urinal, the camera being aimed down low so that we can see his penis as he urinates, what we’re hoping for is that he has the need to use the toilet. I have rigged both the urinal and toilet to not flush properly.

Let me say at this point, that I know full well that this story is bizarre and hard to believe, but I also know that sexual fetishes rarely, if ever, respect someone’s station in life.

If a guy uses the bathroom, and we’re not interested in him, I’ll make sure to go into the bathroom and properly flush the toilet and urinal so that it’s ready for the next guy. Hopefully, the next guy being a guy Cara approves of.

It didn’t take long at all for Cara to nod her head approvingly as a 30-something man approached the restroom early last night. He was fit and attractive, dressed casually in jeans and a light shirt. Eagerly, Cara leaned over towards me and said, “Show me.”

I turned on my tablet. It was already opened to my camera app. I picked the wide angle shot and we could see right away that the man needed to use the toilet. I switched to the toilet camera which was hidden beneath the toilet paper dispenser. As you can imagine, the camera shows a close-up, side-view shot of the man sitting on the toilet. A built-in microphone picks up the audio.

We watched as the man opened and pulled down his pants. We could see his penis dangling between his legs. He sat down and he immediately began urinating.

“I can hear him tinkling,” said Cara, smiling and excited, her right hand between her legs.

As the sound of his urine hitting the toilet bowl water began to soften, the man let out a series of loud farts.

Cara said, “Oh yeah, shit for me baby.” I looked up from the screen of the tablet and saw that Cara’s eyes were glued to the screen and she was actually licking her lips. Her hand was working furiously between her legs. To see her so turned on, got me turned on and my cock got rock hard. I slipped the hand not holding the tablet into my waistband and began to squeeze my penis.

The wireless cameras I bought for this naughty pursuit of ours are of very high quality. The microphones pick up the subtlest of sounds. Cara and I could plainly hear the crackling sound as the man defecated into the toilet. We heard the unmistakable splashes as his turds hit the water. We heard him grunt too as he pushed out the last of his feces. “That sounds like a big one,” said Cara, once he began wiping himself.

“Ummm, hmmmm,” I replied, feeling very turned on.

We listened and watched as he wiped his asshole. Some men lean left when they wipe, others right. This man leaned away from the camera so we didn’t get a good view of the shit-stained paper as he dropped it into the toilet. A minor disappointment, but no big deal. You’d be amazed how many guys examine the shit stains on the toilet paper before they drop it into the bowl.

Once done wiping, he stood up and turned around before pulling up his pants. I noticed a big drop of piss hanging off the head of his penis, as he leaned over and tried to flush the toilet. Thanks to me, it didn’t work. He tried a couple of more times and then gave up pretty quickly. This was no surprise to me. People don’t seem to much care if the toilet won’t flush in a public toilet. Cara and I have never even seen anyone go into the convenience store and let anyone know either. Our guy from last night washed his hands and then left the bathroom. We watched as he drove away in his car without returning to the convenience store.

“You’re up,” said Cara, blinking at me.

“You’re right,” I said, and quickly put down the tablet and got out of the car. I made a bee-line for the restroom before any another guy had a chance to get in there. I closed the door behind me and waited. As I said, the restroom is quite small and the space was filled with the stink of the guy’s fresh shit.

Less than a minute later, Cara’s familiar knock came on the door. She had waited to make sure the coast was clear, and then left the car to meet me in the men’s room. I opened the door and she entered quickly.

She took a deep breath in through her nose and said, “Ooh, that stinks.”

“Yeah,” I said, as I locked the bathroom door, “that’s a ripe one.”

“Stinks so good,” she said and hiked up her skirt over her hips, exposing her ass and pussy.

As soon as the door was locked, Cara wasted no time to enter the toilet stall. She went straight to the toilet, lifted the seat, and then gazed down into the toilet. One of her hands was between her legs and the other was squeezing her right tit through her blouse.

“How does it look?” I asked from behind her.

“Oh, it’s a big sexy fat one,” she said huskily. She leaned over and looked closer into the toilet. “And there’s some smaller ones in there too.” She looked back at me and said, “Come look.”

She moved over to the left side of the stall so that I could squeeze in next to her. I looked into the toilet and saw a long, thick, probably 10-inch turd, that was light-brown in color. The darker-brown, pointed end of it was sticking up out of the yellow toilet water. Two smaller turds were floating in the toilet bowl, covered by heavily-stained and saturated wads of toilet paper.

My cock was super hard and I loosened the draw-string on my sweat pants so that I could drop them, and my underwear, down to my ankles. My wife and both masturbated for a few moments, looking into the toilet filled with the stranger’s filth.

“It looks and smells so good,” said Cara, rubbing herself vigorously, bringing herself close to her first orgasm of the evening. I took my hand away from my cock, not wanting to make myself cum prematurely. I encouraged her by saying, “Don’t be shy, enjoy it,” as I lightly touched her shoulder, indicating for her to lean closer.

My wife had her first orgasm when she gripped the side of the toilet bowl with one hand and leaned her face down, just outside of the bowl. I heard her breath in multiple times through her nose as she took in the stink of the man’s shit and piss.

“Oh yeah,” I whispered throatily. “Have a good cum. Enjoy the smell of that hot fresh shit.”

As she diddled her clit, I reached under her ass and played with her pussy lips. As usual, her cunt was soaked. I could have easily slipped into her right then and there and given her a good pounding, but we were just getting started.

An orgasm rocked through Cara’s body and her legs trembled mightily. Her breathing was heavy and she had to stop herself from crying out. She knew better than to make loud sounds that would attract unwanted attention. I fingered her hole, helping her to draw the orgasm out. She turned her face away from the interior of the bowl and looked out sideways at me, fucking herself back onto my fingers. Her tongue darted in and out of her mouth lasciviously. I couldn’t help but notice that some of Cara’s shoulder-length hair had fallen into the toilet bowl. When she lifted her head the ends of her hair were going to be wet with dirty toilet water. I knew right then this was going to be a great night!

When Cara was done cumming, she lifted her head up but didn’t stand straight up. Instead, she squatted down and snugged up close to the toilet bowl, spreading her legs so that she could get as close as possible. She motioned for me to join her. I shuffled over, my pants down around my ankles, and squatted down next to her. She checked to see how hard my cock was and was pleased to note that it was standing up hard at 45 degrees. She smiled at me.

“Look at that,” she said, her smile turning lewd, indicating the contents of the toilet.

I followed her instruction and looked in at the man’s waste. “You like how it smells?” asked Cara.

“Yes,” I said, starting to fondle my dick again.

“Get in there,” she said, mimicking my encouragement from earlier. She put one of her hands on the back of my head and pushed my head down towards the bowl. “It smells better the closer you get.” I let her push my face right into the bowl so that it was only a few inches away from the man’s semi-submerged turd. I made an exaggerated sniffing sound so that Cara would know that I was taking in the rank odor of his turd. “Doesn’t that smell good?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, the sound of my voice reverberating into the bowl.

She held my head down for a few more moments and then pulled me back by clasping her fingers around the back of my neck.

“I want some more,” she said, placing both of her hands on the rim of the toilet bowl. I noted how unclean it was. Men had been using this toilet all day. Pubic hair and piss stains were in abundance on the rim of the toilet. Cara didn’t hesitate to put her hands on this dirtiness, as she leaned her face into the toilet bowl. She put her face in as deep as she had pushed mine and began loudly breathing in through her nose. One of her hands left the toilet rim and back to her pussy as she did this. With her head that far in, her hair cascaded down and into the toilet water. I could see the ends of her hair mingling with the filth in the toilet.

Cara lifted her head away from the toilet and looked at me. I could see her shaking because she was grinding away at her clitoris. “This is so nasty,” she said to me.

“I know,” I said.

We had been here and done this before: Masturbated together and then fucked while looking at and smelling a strange man’s shit and piss. Usually, we’d fuck pretty quickly. Cara would lean over the toilet, her hands on each side of the rim of the toilet to steady her body, and me fucking her from behind. She’d continue to look into the toilet, smell it’s contents, and talk dirty about it until we both came.

Last night, things were different. Cara wanted to take it to a whole new level…and she did.

Instead of standing up to present her ass so that I could take her from behind, our normal routine, Cara stayed squatting by the toilet. She repeatedly looked into the toilet as she continued to masturbate.

I watched her and masturbated, turned on by seeing her getting so turned on. Piss and Shit turns me on, but nothing turns me on so much as seeing Cara get turned on by it.

After a while, Cara took her hand away from her cunt and gripped the toilet bowl rim with both hands again. I heard the metallic clank as her wedding band struck the hard porcelain. She looked into the bowl, and then looked at me. “I’m thirsty,” she said and licked her lips vulgarly.

I started to ask what she wanted and she interrupted me by saying, “I want piss.”

“I’m so hard right now, I don’t think I…” I started to say.

“Not your piss,” she said and looked back into the bowl. Cara and I have pissed into each other’s mouths a number of times. We both like it very much. But she didn’t want that. She was making it perfectly clear that she wanted to taste the stranger’s piss that was now in the toilet bowl in front of us.

I didn’t think it was possible, but my already hard cock got even harder. I had to take my hand away to keep from cumming. The head of my penis was pushed up against the cold outer surface of the toilet.

“Oh yeah baby?” I said, wanting to pump my cock but knowing that I’d blow my load if I did. “You want to drink from out of there?”

Cara looked into the toilet again. “I think it would taste so good, don’t you?” She had both of her hands between her legs now and was crushing her pussy with her palms and fingers. “Will you have a drink with me?” she moaned. “I’ll go first, if you’ll join me.”

I honestly didn’t know if she was serious and I really didn’t think she was at that point.

“There’s no cup..how would we…” I began.

“Just reach in there and scoop some for me baby…I’ll drink it out of your hand.”

“Oh fuck Cara, really?” I was starting to get that she was indeed serious.

“Please?” she whimpered, having a small orgasm.

“If I reach in there, you’re really gonna drink it?”

“Yes, please…please…” She was working hard at her crotch.

I looked into the toilet and then looked back at her. Asking her once again with a questioning look on my face.

“Please,” she whimpered again.

I reached into the toilet with my left hand, cupping it, until it came into contact with the cold toilet water. I pushed the feces away with the back of my hand and let my hand submerge into the dirty water. Toilet paper floated over my hand but I pushed that way too.

I brought my hand up slowly, the dirty toilet water running down the back of my hand and the top of my forearm. As I moved my arm towards Cara, she moved her head forward. Without hesitation she put her lips into my hand and began sucking at and licking the filthy water. I was appalled, but also amazed and delighted to see my wife acting so depraved.

She licked at my hand until my palm was just wet, and then pouted. “More,” she said. I repeated my action from before and this time Cara sucked the toilet water greedily out of my palm.

“It’s so fucking good, you gotta try it,” she said, as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and made herself cum.

“Kiss me you filthy slut,” I said to my wife.

 

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