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Couple have sex room where they live out their wildest fetishes with each other.
She lay in an almost nirvana-like state slowly coming out of what could only be described by her as a deep beautiful sleep. Her body tingled as every muscle in her semi-nude body was in total relaxation but at the same time deep arousal as well. Her husband had done his job flawlessly. Being an anesteiologist afterall was what he was paid to do. In the privacy of their home, they, from time to time, would set aside an entire "play" day in their "play" room. The room was that of a medium sized procedure room at a medical clinic complete with a vitals monitoring station, climate control, ventilation, floor drainage, an overhead retractable shower head and a toilet on the adjacent wall. Though what they did was not entirely legal, it was both precisely practiced by him and totally consentual by her.

Her senses coming back to her, she felt her body slightly prespiring, her nipples becoming erect and a warm dampness in her vaginal area. She also smelled cigarette smoke and being a smoker, she craved a cigarette when she woke up everyday as she surely did now. He placed the tip of the filter of one of her extra long, extra light menthol cigarettes to her lips and she reflexively inhaled. She held the smoke in for a few seconds before pursing her puffy lips into perfect "O" before exhaling a perfect tight stream of smoke toward the ceiling lights. He repeated this again but this time with his free hand gently messaging her panty covered clit. She instantly inhaled but deeper and with a slightly arched back. She also felt something warm flow out of her vagina when she exhaled. Though she'd not climaxed yet, a small amount of unine freely escaped her very sensitive urethra. The warm yellowish liquid made its way out of her sodden panties and down the vee in her legs soaking into her stocking clad thighs. Seeing all this as the results of his ministrations made his member very erect indeed.

On her next inhale and exhale, she felt two distinct things. The first was a massive orgasm fast approaching and the second was a deep warm pushing sensation in her lower bowels. Knowing that since she couldn't even lift her arms yets, both were inevitable which she gladly welcomed. After all, this kind of sexual deviousness was the reason that they were both here. During her fifth exhale, she came hard. Lights seemed to blur and swirl. Her body of its own violition convulsed and pulsed this way and that. Knowing that she would soon be over-sensitized, he stopped messaging her vagina but proceeded to message her heaving tits and elongated nipples. This extended her highly intense orgasm for another half minute. She'd soaked her panties yet twice again; once from her vagainal excretions and once again from a small amount of urine. The combined sexual smells along with her smoke were deliciously becoming more pronouced in the room and if he liked it now, it would only get better from here.

Coming down from her orgasm and taking another drag from her proferred cigarette, she though how lucky she was to have not any man, but just this man. He was her soul mate and husband of 18 years. Though they were childless, he'd been unfailingly doting, faithful, romantic, caring and kind. He too, like her, also had a very kinky side which they pursued to the fullest. He'd put himself through med school, helped her finish her finance degree and was everything good where she was not. She liked to discretely drink, smoke and indulge in very kinky sex. He was the opposite to a point. Being in the profession he was in, he rarely had more than a couple of light drinks, was conservative and reserved. He did have his fetishes which was her habits and kinkiness. He let her go as far as she wanted because he knew she never go too far, what he meant to her and what she meant to him. She loved all this about him and that he kept her in check within reason. She was his ying and he was her yang.

He raised up the back of "medical" table that she was lying on and whispered in her ear, "How you doing babe?".

As her torso was raised up with the table, her long blond hair fell across her face and down across her breasts. She squinted her eyes trying to focus as the blood momentarily rushed from her brain and took a moment to answer.

"Fine, I guess." was her answer. "Shall we continue?" "Oh absolutely but I need something to drink. My mouth is dry."

He answered by turning on heel to the cabinetry behind him and the mini-frig underneath. She heard the tinkling of ice in a glass and the spoon that stirred the gin and orange flavored tonic he'd prepared for her. He tasted it himself and was pleased with his result. He approached her from behind and held the glass just above and forward of her head. He tipped it forward just enough to spill about a spoonful of the liquid unto her right breast. She jumped a little and raised her right hand to wipe it off.

"Hey, what's the big deal?" "Just checking that your reflexs were nearly back to normal. Sorry dear." "That's ok, I know how concerned you've always been with me. I don't deserve you."

Taking her hair from the back of her neck and balling it in his fist making her wince, he put his mouth nearly in her left ear and softly said, "Never say that to me again." She felt her vagina gush as he said it. She knew just the right key phrases which stirred a pasion in him. When he reacted to them, it always illicited a sexual response from her. He let her hair go placed the glass gently at her lips. She palmed his hand in her's and pushed the drink forward and drank nearly half of it in a couple of sips. "Ah, just what I needed. You'd make fine bartender. Speaking of which, got a light?"

He produced another cigarette from her pack and placed it to her lips. He clicked her slim gold lighter and she performed a perfect French inhale for him. She knew too that her seductive smoking style turned him on immensely. She removed the cigarette from her full lips and let go a long thin stream exhale with an upturned chin towards the ceiling as she heard him give out a short low growl under his breath. "Love my man." she though as she chuckled without his notice. Just then, her bowels rumbled and she said, "Now it's fun time." The effects of the laxitives she took were due any minute now.

She switched hands with her cigarette and brought her right hand down under her soaked painties and began to masterbate herself. "Help me." she said to him.. He moved from behind her and back around to her side. He snapped on a pair of surgeons gloves and dawned his surgical mask and hat. She looked down to see his raging hardon making a fair sized tent in the front of his fatigues. Reaching up, he pulled down the specialized medical examination light about two feet above her pelvis. She loved this kind of medical sex play and was one of her favorites though she had many others. Reaching down, he inserted of his long two fingers into her vagina as if he were her genocologist.

She dragged on her cigarette and she joined him in bringing her to a climax but her body had other plans. She felt a poop pain just in time to stop his hand from moving. One of her biggest thrills was being at the mercy of her body's ability to do things to her without her ability to control them. As she took a long deep inhale, poo as if own it's own started slowly flowing from her anus and pushing into and around her panties. Her stomach clenched as she exhaled and more shit exhuded from her ass with a chocolate pudding like consistency. She inhaled again and moaned as she stroked her clitoris a couple of times before exploding into an orgasm so strong, it stopped her flow of poo which had just begun. Temporarily that is.

"FUCK that was fantastic. Honey, I know it's a sick way for me to get off but holy fucking damn if it's not hottest...umm...besides your cock of course." she added quickly. "Yep and I've been knowing that for a long time now." She dropped her nearly finished cigarette on the bedside tile by the floor drain. She finished her drink while looking down between her tits to the mess she still wasn't finished making. Laying back catching her breath and holding up her empty glass she said "I need another one and another cigarette please." "I wouldn't have it any other way." he said. As he passed her she reached down grabbing his semi-erect dick through his fatigues and gave it a squeeze. "Hurry back."

Now that he wasn't "on call" any more and with her back to her full senses, he made two drinks. "A little in the food and a little in the cook." he thought. He brought her drink, cigarettes and lighter and she immediately took deep draughts on both. "Here it comes again." "What?" "Poopies. I don't know if it's the alcohol or the nicotene but one or the other or both relax the shit out of me. Pun intended." she added.

He rounded the table drink in hand to watch what was to happen next. She took a generous sip of her drink and dragged hard on her cigarette and held it. Sure enough as on cue, her sphincter let go and her wet hot shit started to slowly ooz into her panties causing them to bulge. A bulge in his pants became obvious as he watched her deficate and exhale her smoke. She tried this time to staunch the flow of poo to prolong the ectascy but with limited success. She only slowed things down long enough to realize that her bladder was at the bursting point. She managed another French inhale which only opened her most intimate excretions to their fullest and finality. Her stomach heaved once more releasing a torrent of both piss and shit which created a large expanse of filth pooled between her legs. Knowing the timing from the experience of many of these sexual exploits, she reached down while she was expelling her bodily wastes and rubbed her clit and came to a massive orgasm. Seeing this wasn't lost on him a he'd had his member out and came all over her tits and face as she came. He too had a bit of experience in the timing of this perversion.

She was silent for a just a moment and said, "Fuck me." Just those words were music to his ears and a well practiced if not deviant mind. As she lit another cigarette, he took his latex-gloved hands and scooped up at least a cup of her wet poo, held them dripping over her cunt for a few seconds then proceeded to smear them over her breasts. "Talk to me." was her code phrase to him. The normally quite and kind spoken husband seemed to have changed in an instant. He opened a drawer under the table and produced a life-like 8" dildo. He stuck it in her mouth and told her to "Lube it.". He roughly spread her legs and inserted the dildo into her cunt without much ado and began sawing it to the hilt and back out again rapidly. She dragged heavily on her cigarette while he prepared the dildo and exhaled through her nose as he inserted it into her mouth. She took another drag as he inserted into her vagina and screamed through an exhale as it bottomed out on her cervex.

"You fucking filthy cum and shit slut!" he screamed at her. She abosolutely loved being called any and all vile names during their climactic escapades. He took his shit covered and gloved right hand and starting stroking his cock which a was rock hard again. "Suck it unitl I cum down your shit whore throat.". She took another enormous drag on her cigarette, leaned over and deep throated his shit covered cock down her throat. She exhaled through her nose and around his cock which almost sent him over the edge. He regained his thought process and redoubled his efforts in plunging her dildo deeply in and out of her pussy. She was bucking so much with the work he was doing with her dildo, she could barely keep his filty cock in her mouth. "Suck my cock you shit whore queen." It was so poo covered that it looked as though she had on brown lipstick so much was the build up of shit on her lips as he sawed his dick in and out of her mouth. He plunged in the dildo one last time to the hilt as he slid his cock down her throat. He grabbed one more enormous hand full of her shit and smeared it on her face and in her hair. She loved being debauched this way that the mere thought of how raunchy this was brought her over the edge and him with her. Cumming, squirting, pissing, moaning and pure bliss ensured for about another two minutes until both were left spent and gasping for air.

He sat down in a nearby chair with cum leaking from his cock over the edge of the seat. She lay smoking the last of her cigarette pissing into the pile of shit between her legs. She thought that there was nothing better than a post-coital cigarette and a piss after particularly raunchy sex and a cum on that scale. He looked up at her, smiled and said, "What a mess you've made." Her heart felt and haughty laughter rang out as soon as he'd said it. When she'd finally finished laughing at his statement, she looked down at her filth coverd body and said, "Fuck, you're the best and I love you. Turn on the vents and give us a shower." Knobs were turned, soap and hot water were applied and they bathed until they were both clean.
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